Thursday, October 26, 2006

The Storm Before The Quiet

A neon flash through the pouring rain
An arrow points to the falling sky
For the faceless man it’s all the same
No sarcasm was ever this dry

Landscapes painted in a graying chalk
On a steel branch owls sit and stare
Bare footprints quickly slip and balk
Little droplets drip from tangled hair

As the puddles grow and turn to pools
Makeup streaking leaves you naked
Head falls back to catch the jewels
Nighttime speaks in hushes sacred
You try to listen in to the storms wonder
But through the flying daggers… all you hear is thunder.

A soaked image falls against the door
A hand reaches in a warm embrace
Feels like we have been here once before
Sitting on the rug by the fireplace

The embers grow and begin to flame
Mirrored dreams sparkle on the river
Eyelashes drip melting rainbow rain
Daytime speaks in a secret whisper
You try to listen in to happy ever after
And through the sun-kissed glint… all you hear is laughter.


Blogger anonym00kie said...

that laughter at the end gives me chills..
reminded me of this:

Unfortunate Coincidence

By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.

-Dorothy Parker

10/28/2006 10:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wish I could share the tune I have going for this...

...great poetry always puts a tune in your head.

10/30/2006 2:21 AM  
Blogger jakeyology said...

this is actually a song i wrote with a cousin of mine.

10/31/2006 12:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

See, whaddya know...

11/01/2006 12:59 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

a song? man- to what tune?

11/19/2006 8:33 PM  
Blogger jakeyology said...

to a tune that abovementioned cousin of mine composed.

11/23/2006 1:26 AM  

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