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I am the boy named crow. I am the boy named crow and maybe someday we will meet... forever in the shadows yet always in sight. I am the boy named crow and I am learning to fly. I am the boy named crow and I want you to come flying with me. I am the boy named crow and I am learning to fly. I am the boy named crow and I have something to share. I am the boy named crow and I'll believe in anything if you'll believe in anything...

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

tonight



What i saw in the sky
tonight will stay mine
will stay
will stay my secret
you'd never believe me anyway

Forsaken


My friends are all make believe.
They can't protect me now,
the starving vultures have
eyed out their lunch
and my friends are all make believe.

your lack of attention to detail
leaves me with numb coldness
it takes root somewhere
deep within, manifesting
itself during the most
inopportune moments

i belong


i belong to where the sun has gone
the small space between night and day
between sky and land
that in between space that longs
to be discovered
a journey
never completed

Monday, 3 January 2011

I think I love you Mister Crow.


Mister Crow had been dying inside slowly, one small piece of his heart at a time each time he exhaled
Dreams given up for promises
that were
lies
disguised as love

Dreams he cannot bare to dream anymore
they've become the lies
she fed
broken Dreams, broken promises
Mister Crow is broken

Mister Crow stare at the sky with broken wings
memories up high
fly through the sky
passing broken Mister Crow by

Dreams of flying, Dreams of love and
futures shattered
Mister Crow is broken
and its been so long since
he's flown he doesnt even remember the feeling

Mister Crow has been dying inside slowly, one small
piece of his heart each moment
he breathes
he has grown tired of this empty inside
tired of being a walking shell
lifeless
loveless

he tried to do something to fix
Mister Crow for good
to send himself on his final flight
he tried to find a way to fix
Mister Crow for good
the branch snapped and
Mister Crow lay
in the mud
wrapped in his broken
wings

cursing the tree for being weak
cursing the rope for not being tighter
cursing his lungs for being too strongs

wrapped in broken
wings
cursing everything
remembering everything
wanting nothing
but one more flight
an end

I THINK I LOVE YOU MISTER CROW

he heard a voice say
a voice he'd never met
a woman he'd never known

I THINK I LOVE YOU MISTER CROW

a voice he didn't know
pulled him up from the mud
made him Dream of flying,
and love and Dreams
gave him hope in Dreaming Dreams
gave him hope that one day
he wouldn't be broken

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

.........




firefly guide my way
shed your light
in front of me to
show me the way
behind of me to
remember where i'm from

will you be my firefly

ever see


will I ever see your face again
its almost over and my breath
is thin and i've forgotten your
face.

tell me something


tell me something new
i'm dead from all the old
excuses
excuses that don't make
sense
sense you never had
tell me something new
the tales you
spin have spun out of
control and landed in a heaped
mess at my feet
tell me something new
tell me the truth
the truth will be new

circle



it was easy because the end was like the beginning
your shade left me and i was unchanged
the past all trodden upon and forgotten became
my present

delve



This landscape is where i'll find my truth
I can sense it pulling,
trying to show me
where to
anchor
my
purpose
in a mix of nature and
steel monstrosities