Friday, May 20, 2011

Little tree frog....hold on...

little tree frog..theyre just what comes along with the sights..didnt we know what we would find at the end of the trail? come now look in my direction i think youll see where i came from..the place of little things
i went to your castle and screamed at the front
but i was told  your world is sound proof
so i started back to the forest
on vacation

i know you're there, i can smell your love
it puts the air in a mushy bowl and mixes in vanilla
but i wont ever know

little tree frog couldnt you have found another pond to reside in?
i couldnt ask for much more out of love until my future sends me something new.
ive been to the store where they can get any thing you can remember
any one youd like
chase any feeling to the store and hold on.
distant rumbles and a lack of background noise.
the vacation is almost in the past
the spoken and the said
the love who found its truth in ambivalence.
hold on
could you call this truth?
would you sell the proof?
what is waiting for you off stage when you fall?
i caught mine
hold on
i thought someone was taking pictures of it me, but then it exploded overhead
they skies opened up and the clouds began to drain
that familiar rumble accompanied the best of us while our interdependence fluttered above us like victims of a coming attack
just like that the world was won...united in peace by the last remaining storm cloud
it's not over yet, and it's not below your feet, the madness is above and the fury all around.
prepare for a wake up call.
i caught mine

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Brendon Masters

Oceanside, CA, United States
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