Tejedora Metaphora
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CarCrashBackLash

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This entry was posted on 4/20/2007 11:40 PM and is filed under Recovery.

CarCrashBackLash
October 27, 2001

Twenty-eight years
and too many tears
and losing the best man I've had
Too many years
of too many fears
and being nothing but mad

Now that I'm wise
rain pours from the skies
because it's gone on for too long
Tail-tucked lies
as a soul dies
and I didn't know something was wrong

The cigarettes burn in the ashtray...
    smolder, smolder
Leaving a long line of ashes behind
Remnants of my years of tears and fears and your Yes, Dears
I’m afraid that we’ve burned too many bridges to travel any further together.

I've stopped the rage
and turned a new page
and handle things in a new way
Burning the sage
to spark a new age
so that I have good things to say

But it's all for naught
I've burned you out
and you're too far gone to see
Lost in the drought
you hear only my shout
and don't realize that it's in glee

I've quit smoking, but we still wade around in the ashtray...
    flounder, flounder
Pavlov's dog cringes from Evil Mistress
Though I only wish to pet you, you still feel the lash of my tongue
Kinda like the sensation that a fishbone is still stuck in your throat after it's gone down.

Wish I could go back
when I first jumped the track
and began down this path of hate
I despise my knack
of being blind to your lack
and I'm terrified that I've lost my mate

Maybe not today
or tomorrow, per say
but I fear we're broken already
Our pattern betrays
are we set in our ways?
cuz that makes me queasy and heady

"Is this cigarette the one that finally does me in?" you ask...
    cancer, cancer
I fear I've lit up one too many times and the mutation has begun
I refuse to pollute my mouth with rage-cinders any more
Yet, still you won't eat from my hand. (I don't blame you)

Sure, now I'll dance
and write of romance
but if you're not here by my side...

the cadence and harmony and rhyme and rhythm leaves my heart and I can only mumble what my thoughts are cuz without you all the dancing and writing and healing in the world doesn't mean quite as much if you're not here to share it with.
 

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