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The Watcher
It's hours before bedtime while I drip with water,
which after time, I dry beside a mother's daughter.
We visit a kitchen for two, just for a brief time.
To soft sofa now; with chip bowls and lemon limes.
Our attention is given to a box of color.
then by the time of end, we set our eyes to another.
Same old show, still dramatizing than ever,
with loving hero and his pain he endeavors.
Mysterious as the night, the stars speak loud.
Though they fall, they arise to startle a statisfied crowd.
I educate myself with their lines of mystery.
I'm smarter than villians, but hardly placed in history.
With days spent watching, I recount all that I've done;
repetitions of stories that are watched by none.
Such gifts are equal to those who work hard.
You see what I do, it's all I need to afford.
My favorites played most, wedged deep in my mind.
Having inspired my life, I listen to it's own rewind.
My partner heads to bed, as I think twice of sleep.
I promise to watch quietly, and try not to make a peep.
Bowls are empty, and limes are down to the core,
My eyes go back to color, as they were moments before.
I'm afraid to drift myself hours away.
Dreamers frighten me, as I slowly become cliche.
Yet still, I watch my stars in this ever-lasting night.
Something in their words brings me creative delight.
My ideas fade with sleep-- I need more inspiration,
Another night will suit me and feed my imagination.
I'm lonely mostly, and watching does indeed discrete me.
I'm hoping to be a doer, with all my things done completely.
Derrick Le Vron
I thought I'd share my thoughts of such a wonderful industry that I admire more than most things.
It's hours before bedtime while I drip with water,
which after time, I dry beside a mother's daughter.
We visit a kitchen for two, just for a brief time.
To soft sofa now; with chip bowls and lemon limes.
Our attention is given to a box of color.
then by the time of end, we set our eyes to another.
Same old show, still dramatizing than ever,
with loving hero and his pain he endeavors.
Mysterious as the night, the stars speak loud.
Though they fall, they arise to startle a statisfied crowd.
I educate myself with their lines of mystery.
I'm smarter than villians, but hardly placed in history.
With days spent watching, I recount all that I've done;
repetitions of stories that are watched by none.
Such gifts are equal to those who work hard.
You see what I do, it's all I need to afford.
My favorites played most, wedged deep in my mind.
Having inspired my life, I listen to it's own rewind.
My partner heads to bed, as I think twice of sleep.
I promise to watch quietly, and try not to make a peep.
Bowls are empty, and limes are down to the core,
My eyes go back to color, as they were moments before.
I'm afraid to drift myself hours away.
Dreamers frighten me, as I slowly become cliche.
Yet still, I watch my stars in this ever-lasting night.
Something in their words brings me creative delight.
My ideas fade with sleep-- I need more inspiration,
Another night will suit me and feed my imagination.
I'm lonely mostly, and watching does indeed discrete me.
I'm hoping to be a doer, with all my things done completely.
Derrick Le Vron
I thought I'd share my thoughts of such a wonderful industry that I admire more than most things.
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Movies Are Life. Live Alittle.
Movies Are Life. Live Alittle.
Last edited by DerrickLevron; 04-23-02 at 05:31 AM.
