Poet/Predator

West of the Rockies

trebemot:

I long to run my fingers
Through those coffee colored curls
Stare in those eyes
As deeps as the great pacific
And see that smile
As long as the western shore

I may take as long
As it took the great redwoods
To grow so gigantic
So massive and towering
As it will for me to grow
Out of fondness with you

Even then my heart may remain
Jagged and rocky
Like that mountain chain
That is the spine of America
Fractured like the fault lines
That run along the lower side 

My attraction to you may not be
Everlasting or eternal
Or as wide and deep
As all the world’s seas combine
It is not fleeting or fickle
Like a stone being pounded by
Storm waves and rising tides
Enduring, but it will eventually crumble

I long to run my fingers
Through those coffee colored curls
Stare in those eyes
As deeps as the great pacific
And see that smile
As long as the western shore

How many fucking times am I going to reblog this one(probably for as long as it is true, fuck.)

West of the Rockies

I long to run my fingers
Through those coffee colored curls
Stare in those eyes
As deeps as the great pacific
And see that smile
As long as the western shore

I may take as long
As it took the great redwoods
To grow so gigantic
So massive and towering
As it will for me to grow
Out of fondness with you

Even then my heart may remain
Jagged and rocky
Like that mountain chain
That is the spine of America
Fractured like the fault lines
That run along the lower side 

My attraction to you may not be
Everlasting or eternal
Or as wide and deep
As all the world’s seas combine
It is not fleeting or fickle
Like a stone being pounded by
Storm waves and rising tides
Enduring, but it will eventually crumble

I long to run my fingers
Through those coffee colored curls
Stare in those eyes
As deeps as the great pacific
And see that smile
As long as the western shore

One of the old Ones

I drift through time child
A son of the stars
And brother to the galaxies
I spy super massive black holes
Watching worlds dance dangerously
To the event horizon, point of no return
I see how all things pull on each other
And the great dark matter web
That connects all in the multiverse
Stardust runs in my veins child
I am one of the old ones 

One of the old Ones

I stand on the shoulders of giants
and the bones of dragons lie beneath my feet
The earth and moon are old
But I am older
I have seen millennium pass by 
At the wave of my granite hand
The tides have risen and fallen
More times than stars in the sky
Each of which I have counted, twice
The sun is an old friend
That warms my weary fragmented bones
Stardust is in my veins child
I am one of the old ones