remember when you were young?
you shone like the sun
shine on, you crazy diamond
now there's a look in your eyes
like black holes in the sky
shine on, you crazy diamond
you were caught in the crossfire
of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze
come on you target for faraway laughter
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr,
and shine
you reached for the secret too soon
you cried for the moon
shine on, you crazy diamond
threatened by shadows at night
and exposed in the light
shine on, you crazy diamond
well, you wore out your welcome
with random precision
rode on the steel breeze
come on you raver, you seer of visions
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner,
and shine
nobody knows where you are
how near or how far
shine on, you crazy diamond
pile on many more layers
and i’ll be joining you there
shine on, you crazy diamond
and we’ll bask in the shadow
of yesterday’s triumph
and sail on the steel breeze
come on you boy child, you winner and loser
come on you miner for truth and delusion,
and shine
pf
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They're everywhere--and nowhere, all at once.
blind. wandering. silenced soul aimlessly feels his way thru this world. he invariably treads among shards of broken stained glass memory, folded ever so gently into the wrinkled contorts of his mind. another collection of colours scattered across the cold, hardwood floor just catches the meager stream of sunlight from that crack, between the oaken door and its deep-brown frame. breathless. fragments--intricate fractions captivate the shadowed corners of thought.
e x t e n d. . .
he reaches for the pieces of shattered yesterday. save them. hold them...look how they nurture the light within them, glowing. waiting.
chair to arm and
arm to hand and
hand to fingertips and
fingertips to glass and...
a simple line of dark-red beads weeps with the smell of new flesh. a thick, warm drop of life races itself from the forefinger--easing its way onto the palm, across the quiet lines of identity...
where are you going--when will you stop?
where will you fall?
04 February 2005
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all i wanna say is that pf rules all the way.
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