here is something beauteful about stating somehting…. that is blatanly cleer
waking up next to some one
in the erly houres
… feeling and lisoning to there slow deep breths
feling the wormth of there body next to you
the fresh smell of a new some how alean day
or waking up on your own
in a dark room l
it by the gray chinks of light from the fadid un seen sun
with the smell is tea and air asole
over powerd by the eye wortaring smell of stale cigaret smoke
its like its formd a skin arownd it a thin vale so thin a delecet that
when you move it brakes and unleshis a smokey and comforting feeling
agen saying the blatent you look out side
to se people cars are waking moveing in the world the erley birds
and the birds them selfs
calling willing the people to wake from the dreems
come back to the harsh but at this moment…
even on a over cast day…. beautefull world
alot of people dont see it there in such a rush to go and get on with it
that thay dont see the secrets the clowdey morn brings
and if you look closer you will see
the tiney things the night time crechers retreting from the world of light
to me things like this poems like this
are an evrey day thing
i dont belev for a seciond that not one of you has ever read something
that has held tridbute to the morn of ever day
tryd to pont out the littel things
you may think im soft
and i chukel now thinking about what im wighting
a poem maybe not one that rimes
but a poem nether the less
saying my littel thank you for at lest one thing here that is good
for ones….
and even thow i didunt sleep last night
and its still 3 o’clock
im still grate full to be at lest one of the people
who can see
beond the glass….
so if in my life of self harm and suicide i can see one thing
its trow the stale smoke and bo of my room out the bay windo
on to the vast plane of roofs
as i light my first cigaret of the day inhaling the deadly smoke
that thay say will kill me
but the insult to my body and lungs is over come by beautey
people look at a over cast day and shake ther haeds in disaprovel
for if we look nothing is ugly
some one with a dubul chin worts and pock marks may LOOK ugly
but as long as thay think happy kind thorts thay are beuteful
the same with to day
yes its over cast
yes its wet
but its beauteful non the less
so i rase my first cigaret or you can rase the eqivalant first cup of coffey or tea
to the gray slate the morning of evrey day