After the Frost
Dark, hollow silence
There’s nothing left to feel
Digging down into the depths
Hitting steel
Waiting for a meaningful thought
Aching for desire
Nothing coming in, nothing going out
Toss the empty cauldron to the pyre
The eidolons are swarming
And waiting at the gate
The clock is ticking
Motionless
The time has come, don’t hesitate
I’ll want you until you love me
There’s something wrong beneath these eyes
I’ll search for you until you find me
Then I’ll run and hide
I’ll be the longing lustful devil’s breath
That whispers in your scarlet dreams
Wrapped in velvet mystery, spinning--
I could be anything
Until you know my secret skin
I take such care to hide within
You look into my soul, forgiving
My damaged heart--it’s not worth saving
Leave your footprints at my door
I sweep away the dust
I’ll break your heart too many times
Recover me, after the frost
-Nicole Tancredi 2/3/09
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Had another strange dream last night...
I was in a strange house with a lot of rooms...kind of maze-like. The outside looked like some kind of country club. I opened a door to a room and a young Joe Strummer had his pants down and I think he was on the phone. I quickly shut the door, and as I was going down the hallway, he came out after me and he was saying, "you know I love my wife, right?" but he acted like he wanted me. In another room, I was standing behind a young Hunter S. Thompson and he was fumbling around looking for something near the floor and he was humming the tune "Bom ba ba bom ba bom ba bom bom ba ba bom ba ba bom ba ba dang a dang dang" from Blue Moon.
I was in a strange house with a lot of rooms...kind of maze-like. The outside looked like some kind of country club. I opened a door to a room and a young Joe Strummer had his pants down and I think he was on the phone. I quickly shut the door, and as I was going down the hallway, he came out after me and he was saying, "you know I love my wife, right?" but he acted like he wanted me. In another room, I was standing behind a young Hunter S. Thompson and he was fumbling around looking for something near the floor and he was humming the tune "Bom ba ba bom ba bom ba bom bom ba ba bom ba ba bom ba ba dang a dang dang" from Blue Moon.
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