Thursday, December 2, 2010



You just give it away
something that overwhelms you
changes your perspective
on life and how you live it
it's just in you
and like a flood when it builds
it has to come out
and the way she smiled
her opinions...
on music , war
her scent
the soft of her hand
that reached for a touch
Here is the point,
you just give it away
It's not currency
you may not receive it in exchange
thats not it
it's not conditional
it just IS
life's reward
when it grows it's not yours
it belongs to the girl
with the faded denim
the angora
the lips that smile
the eyes that sparkle
the voice that is a song
that keeps you awake
doesn't owe you a goddamn thing

                                               Paul Balanchuk /Sept 3/2009

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