05 January 2009

A Poem for the Blind . 7

hollow is the water buying a grave
seeds another lover two again today
what I was just writing hearing what was said
now is just another play me out again
naming underwater naming again
we were just another dying for friends
here is third and call her one two send
I am but the ever loving master of the end
boil under a solid cup that's made of glass
blue is of another red is of the past
leching color martyr under armour race
knew the time before me heavens only face
she did say another broken water pay
will he stop his lover am i in his way
killing all the puppets water runs away
saving all the children fire water day