August 24, 2006

• all i can say is at moments i despise
  your existence.
  forces me to remind myself
  that i love
  where im at.

  my sunny 70 degree weather is
  being replaced
  my tornado is growing.
  the skies have turned that familiar
  shade of green.
  with every lightning strike bringin more energy
  every rolling thunderclap reverberating red streaks
  like broken blood vessels in my drunken eye

  my sober eye sees many more peaceful
  opportunities
  that if given time to grow
  could be like lazy spring mornings
  where everything is beautiful
  this is without hinderment from the storm.

  its too bad my eyes are no more than
  two inches from each other.

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