Moving With Time and My First and Last Poem About Seattle
Moving With Time
Time can't measure me
I'm not young and I'm definitely not old
I just am
Newness is me
I am reborn over and over and over
6 Every second I am born
I can't grow old
And wouldn't know how if I could
My First and Last Poem About Seattle
The platitudes about the city of my birth, from them I'll try to refrain
For they surely inform my disposition dejected
Overcast, this constant unceasing overcast
A place where the sun always loses to the clouds' pain
The only agony the city respected
6 Because it seems to always last
For the rest of my life I want to always prepare
For cloudless air
I don't want to see a single cloud in the sky
Drought stricken, drought ridden, who cares?
I don't want to see one drop of rain
12 For all that means is one less day in my inane life's lie
Without the glory of the sun's stare
I respect what water brings and how without it life is lame
But those drops on my head
Make me want to be dead
"It rains a lot in Seattle, doesn't it."
18 Maybe it does, I haven't been there in a long time
I stay away, because I don't want to know
When I was there the rain was incidental, it was wit
The rain was with time aligned
I awoke and went to bed soaked and low
And never thought that the rain ruled my feelings
24 I never understood the power that the clouds were wielding
Gray and white skies weren't forever there
I remember the sunny summers, and the rainbows the rain brought
The puddles that came the same, where the rainbows ended
As a youth I splashed and splashed and splashed without care
And each color of the rainbow was a slide bought
30 Traveled down and crashed into a time splendid
I am proud to be from a town owned by gloom
Even if it means peril in a town built on the sun's doom
It's my past that I hate
To claim that my animus for the city of my birth
Only belongs to something as incidental as the weather
36 Is similar to a fool believing scripture's bait
And how they find my depreciating worth
In how they understand that I'm crazy, and how I'll never be better
Seattle! Seattle! Seattle! I love you forever
Even if never living there again makes me better
Time can't measure me
I'm not young and I'm definitely not old
I just am
Newness is me
I am reborn over and over and over
6 Every second I am born
I can't grow old
And wouldn't know how if I could
My First and Last Poem About Seattle
The platitudes about the city of my birth, from them I'll try to refrain
For they surely inform my disposition dejected
Overcast, this constant unceasing overcast
A place where the sun always loses to the clouds' pain
The only agony the city respected
6 Because it seems to always last
For the rest of my life I want to always prepare
For cloudless air
I don't want to see a single cloud in the sky
Drought stricken, drought ridden, who cares?
I don't want to see one drop of rain
12 For all that means is one less day in my inane life's lie
Without the glory of the sun's stare
I respect what water brings and how without it life is lame
But those drops on my head
Make me want to be dead
"It rains a lot in Seattle, doesn't it."
18 Maybe it does, I haven't been there in a long time
I stay away, because I don't want to know
When I was there the rain was incidental, it was wit
The rain was with time aligned
I awoke and went to bed soaked and low
And never thought that the rain ruled my feelings
24 I never understood the power that the clouds were wielding
Gray and white skies weren't forever there
I remember the sunny summers, and the rainbows the rain brought
The puddles that came the same, where the rainbows ended
As a youth I splashed and splashed and splashed without care
And each color of the rainbow was a slide bought
30 Traveled down and crashed into a time splendid
I am proud to be from a town owned by gloom
Even if it means peril in a town built on the sun's doom
It's my past that I hate
To claim that my animus for the city of my birth
Only belongs to something as incidental as the weather
36 Is similar to a fool believing scripture's bait
And how they find my depreciating worth
In how they understand that I'm crazy, and how I'll never be better
Seattle! Seattle! Seattle! I love you forever
Even if never living there again makes me better
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