thanks :D BBD

"But a nest of dreams to come".

That's cool.

Mark

no lol funny kobe, and your not a joker faced kitty cat :D KITTY!!! its about my house in san fransico ... a house above the foggy city :)

ah so you are a house!

The House above the Foggy City

 

It towers above the foggy roof tops

It over looks the mighty sea

It has the Golden Gates in its view

It has the city within its grasp

 

It’s a house on a dead end street,

A dead end of someone’s dream

A grave yard for broken dreams

But a nest for dreams to come

To grow and be set free

 

It’s a house surrounded and crammed,

In an army line the house stands

Unchanged

Undefined

But some how stands out of line

Out of order

Out of line

To never to be told

 

It’s a house of character,

Not like any other

Not even the house across the street with the one eyed man who peeks

Not even the house on the corner that piles over

And not even the house that dances to a good salsa beat

It stands all on its own never to be like any other

 

It’s a house to many,

Far and near

Close and dear

Hated and feared

 

It’s a house of memories,

The memories run across the walls

Finger prints and cracks on the walls

 

Just run through the halls,

You will see and meet them all

Let it be a hole in the wall,

Or a pile of gunk rolled up into a ball

 

It’s a house of small creatures,

Who run across the speakers?

 

What is that I hear?

A small mouse is running in sneakers

Squeak! Squeak!

The mouse goes

Running through the broken holes

Exploring the cracks and deep holes

Never to know what it holds

 

Down the mouse goes

Deep into the holes

The moans seem to grow

The house seems to moan

 

The house is alive,

Over time it has grow a mind

It moans and wines

Its sways to its demise

Never to be empty

Never to be silent

Never to be still

 

It’s a restless house,

Only when the night falls does it clam

Preparing for the next day to come

Day after day

Moon after moon

It quivers during the afternoon

Never to see a real full moon

 

It’s a house not to be left alone,

Never to fly solo

Never to be left behind

Never to be forgotten with time

 

But this house is a home,

Broken and owned

Shackles are thrown

No one hears it moan

The cracks seem to grow

Everyday its no

But a home

 

It’s a home above the foggy city,

To overlook its' mighty city

 

It’s a home on a dead end street,

The ruins of someone’s dream

 

It’s a home that’s crammed,

Never enough room to expand

 

It’s a home of character,

Never to be the same like any other

 

It’s a home to many,

Great and small

Failures and all

 

It’s a home of memories,

Most likely to never be heard

 

It’s a home that’s alive,

It will always speak its mind

 

It’s a restless home,

Never to be told

 

It’s a home that doesn’t like to be left alone,

It’ll just scream and moan until someone comes home

 

But it’s a home

 

It’s a home that shackles,

Always at the mercy of it keeper

Never to be heard on a loud speaker

 

But it’s a home,

And my crypt keeper