Friday, 23 May 2014

Voices from beyond control

...on these streets i once belonged:
make these feet move
one by one...

...in this car I thought I owned:
take the wheel Lord
drive me home...

...in this body: blood and bones,
fused and mingled,
breath on loan...

...in this garden, in this home:
when I've watered
you have grown...

...i sail this mind of overload,
beyond control,
these memories roll...
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2 comments:

  1. Brian Miller24 May 2014 at 08:26

    breath on loan....true that...
    and them growing the garden you water...
    and yes, we have little control where the memories will take us...

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  2. Unknown25 May 2014 at 07:05

    "The ND's Nigh..." has been included in the A Sunday Drive for this week. Be assured that I hope this helps to point even more new visitors in your direction.

    http://asthecrackerheadcrumbles.blogspot.com/2014/05/a-sunday-drive_25.html

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