tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38771372011-04-21T16:13:29.749-07:00lyric page 1starrsucka'noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877137.post-1127883223147847522005-09-27T21:53:00.000-07:002005-09-27T22:00:21.423-07:00

ALRIGHTIs it alright for me to feel this way,Put my head in your lap, the world will go awayWell well, we can go there, we can go anywhereWe can go there.But is it alrightIs it alrightIs it alright to hold you through the nightIs it alright for you to feel this way,Put your head in my lap, the world will go awayWe can go there, we can go anywhereWe can go there.But is it alrightIs it alrightIs it

starrsucka'noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877137.post-943142282003-05-13T23:44:00.000-07:002003-05-13T23:44:06.796-07:00

Leaving Do you know, Do you know, Do you know what love is? Is it the quick burned fire of desire~ a bonfire that burns itself so high that it dies is it that which is justified by the eyes beautified in lies~ Do you know...? maybe it's the breath of our innermost maybe it's the mo(u)rnings joined on seperate coasts maybe it's the ? in spite of seperation like the rapture of a fully undersexed

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WARM You ask me would I give you a chance Well yes, here is my offering Here is my mind, here is my body, here is my patience and (and) my softening~ here is my softening an I am WARM (I am warm for you) and we are alive in this moment that is a small lifetime left to be us and unbound our ribbons have begun to circle and secure (to circle and secure) Our trust... swemptic lover hectic is the

starrsucka'noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877137.post-856211382002-12-06T18:35:00.000-08:002002-12-06T18:35:23.523-08:00

DROP This love is real... I was so scattered and fearful, burning with lust and expansion~ I went through a love that bagged down and bullied me A ghost of a love weary with aged over-rehearsed speeches, calculated knock-knocks (knock- knocks...) on whatever door might open-- I opened it, exhausted from the noisy rthymn of a solem fist pounding (knock-knock) -This love is real- I was ripe with

starrsucka'noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877137.post-833454692002-10-22T03:48:00.000-07:002002-10-22T03:48:29.420-07:00

Lyx from 'TIDY': MONTH OF TRICKERY now august that year was the month of trickery with long and sour spaces bewitching me leaving me up in the air with no space for my wings or down in the rock trying to make sense of things i had driven the lines, watched the roads turn pink spent days in a haze with too much time to think dropped blotter and swam in the water by myself or with my brother in my

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DROP Lay your hands and head and tears to the soil that holds you . . . I sat upon soil in the shadow of her listening tho I couldn’t hear, I spun tears as if collecting water~ at last the moon grew thick and wide the sky dark with occasional stars still seated my bruises began to ache with learning and gladness and the empty empty spot grew full with new thickness and the ghost blood began

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