substance
as the yellow moon curls its fingers around the black hole of stars
i too curl into a fetus
and scroll back over my day
jam-packed with jelly filling
powdered with sugar
energy-driven
leaving one ... empty
and i hunger for substance
as the scarlett sun rips open letting heaven shine through
i too rip open my soul and beg
God to make this a day
of food most fulfilling
thoughts most drilling
people most enthrilling
that i might go to bed
sufficiently fed
4 Comments:
I really like this blog, it's 'profundity' =) and I too share the feeling of needing substance. Not too mention it's well written -- you're such a beautiful breath of fresh for me Thank you!
Love you,
A.
i like your writing with the picture with talking about the picture and stuff like that
This is so good for those of us, like me who have days filled chock full wih nothings and then wonder where they went; Keep up the messages of thoughtfulness and keep painting - don't know how you find the time to do it all, well done, love you
TOTALLY dig the pic 2...=)
a.
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