Dead Girl Walking

Dead Girl Walking

(First a little blurby... I've been writing a lot of poetry in a form of musical lyrics. If you or someone you know would like to make this into a song, please contact me. This particular piece was inspired jointly by a character in my next book, and by a certain photo I found on deviant art. I will try to find a link to the photo and post it. Here it is...)

Dead Girl Walking

I've been walking
Walking with the dead
Girl I've been talking
Talking with the dead

How she sings
The flesh slipping down her skull
Make a pretty face
Vomit

I've been talking
Talking withe the dead
Girl I've been walking
Walking with the dead

Long road
Narrow pass
Desolation greets
At the mouth of the tunnel
Your red socks
Black dress and nobby knees
Held together by a key
On a scarlet ribbon
And a smile

Don't drop your face
Dead girl walkin

Buzzing Around

This blog seems like really it is just the dumping ground for any random thought I have. Often what I post here is unworthy of mention. But often it is the most remarkable thing I ever thought of.

Well, today I've posted some poetry. It expresses some things that are in my heart in an abstract way that I needed in order to memorialize a moment that was and is very important to me. I doubt if anyone can understand what I'm talking about in this poem, but there are glimpses of things that probably anyone can identify with.

It's over on the companion blog to this one, Dreamer of Dreams:
http://dreamerofdreams.blogspot.com/

Enjoy! (Or ignore...)

From Letters to a Young Poet
by Rilke

"With nothing can one approach a work of art so little as with critical words: they always come down to more or less happy misunderstandings. Things are not so comprehensible and expressible as one would mostly have us believe; most events are inexpressible, taking place in a realm which no word has ever entered, and more inexpressible than all else are works of art, mysterious existences, the life of which, while ours passes away, endures."