marc chambers, 1 july 2012
Cross hatched, uneven city streets
Winding, entwining
Weaves and then sweeps me
Into a mindful serenity
People speak in sweet riddles
And the sun shines on
marc chambers, 19 february 2012
hollow prayers, these hollow prayers
or do we seem to be a silly egotisical dream
or are you my love?
but you turn away and
run from me
just like a rail road track
rolling ever to the back
but your my love
turn around or go away?
ill just close my eyes
marc chambers, 16 december 2011
grab that dirty arm
search frantic for a vein
then you take that little point
and you bury it away
a tiny little funeral
for all your shame and pain
then the eulogy is complete
untill you do it all again
marc chambers, 15 december 2011
i use to have a job
but i dont anymore
now i just read
and go to the park alot more
marc chambers, 15 december 2011
i look at the world
and i just cannot seem
to see a single thing
that means a thing to me
love lies beaten
choking
on its silent screams
holy hand grenades
in the battle fields
of hopes and dreams
marc chambers, 13 december 2011
i love the moon, i love how it coats the silohettes of trees with silver as smooth as silk, i like how i can look at it direct, i like the thought that it can look at me and see my wonderment, unlike the sun, who only sees a stupid squinted face, yes, i love the moon, i love the moon on you, i like to stroke it on your skin, as if im applying it to protect you, to protect you against....i dont know, but you look as if you feel safer, i love the way it makes your lips so deeply red, the color actualy makes me hungry for you, i want to say something, but it would be an insult to the moon, as if to interupt it of its sonnet that seems to be singing to all of these senses simultaneously, i want to say something, but the moon has stolen all beauty around us, a panoramic view of pure perfection, and what can i say that could possibly even come close to all this beauty that surrounds us, i actually feel unworthy to be here, i feel my presence is but a sour taste on such a sweet picture, but i refuse to leave, i am siezing all this beauty, its mine, these are my eyes
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