I could Have Been

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To a dying light,
I crawl tonight,
In fear of living loving,
I thought I could fight,

To live a stunning simple shine,
I am death not yours not mine,
Feeling lost to have sight,

I could have Been,

I could have seen the glowing fire
What have you done to your own desire?
A wish of serpentine wispy kiss,
A love of death and all of this,

I could have Been,
My sweetest friend,
A soaring eagle,
To the end,
I was alive and dead but me,
And now you are one and self not see?

How hard could it really be?
To shake down a lumpy stumpy starch,
A crumbling mustard of crispy march,
Why did it take so long?
To hide the herds of speaking flees,
To smile away the horde of bees,
Much now and lest we fly,
I am not affraid,
Just grateful until we die,

I could have Been,

Don’t you see!
Once a shining entity,
Silver mark of crumbling life,
A harken darken sharpen knife,

You are the past,
The First and the Last,
A called bird seek,
A past life leak,

I could have been,

My sweetest friend,
A soaring bird until the end.

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wow.
whoever has your love is very fortunate.

my favourite parts:

its flow is so amazing, it just rolls off your tongue when read aloud.
it seems to fall like a teardrop.
very pretty.

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Intriguing…
How does one live surrounded by beauty (Montana) project such sadness and longing?

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Montana is beautiful, but it is also desolate and quiet. Sort of like a large table top, where the people who dwell there just sit in the open air like dairy and grow old with mold. Not much goes on here, so love, hate, sadness, and so on are either lost in ignorance, fishing, and hunting, or these pure emotions are bathed in. Some of us up here live a really surreal and lonely life, surrounded by idiocracy and dogma. Dumb people live here. Lots of them. So basically, intellectuals are alliens in Montana… :smiley: (Im leaving here as soon as I can.)