A good evening
Remember the cost
Of being who you are.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Over and Up: Thanks
Such a year it has been
Like a subterranian dream
Life has spun out its threads
And here I am stuck
Like a spider in his own web
So many people make it special
And comb their beauty through and through
Met some new ones, seen some old ones
And learned much of myselfness too.
Then there are a precious few
Like golden filament strung through
My tatterdermalion web
If I said all I can,
It would be not enough said
Suffice to say
Thank you. Meeting you
Has made my year
Has made my life
Something special, something new
You are each a single golden tear
Dappling on my foolish cheek
The simple fact, you being near
Has rendered me content, complete.
Like a subterranian dream
Life has spun out its threads
And here I am stuck
Like a spider in his own web
So many people make it special
And comb their beauty through and through
Met some new ones, seen some old ones
And learned much of myselfness too.
Then there are a precious few
Like golden filament strung through
My tatterdermalion web
If I said all I can,
It would be not enough said
Suffice to say
Thank you. Meeting you
Has made my year
Has made my life
Something special, something new
You are each a single golden tear
Dappling on my foolish cheek
The simple fact, you being near
Has rendered me content, complete.
It Was Me
It was we merry fools who set
The noontide devil free
Was it pride or was it folly?
Wearing strength upon our sleeves
Hiding weakness in our hearts.
It was I who looked and fled
From safety's stately bonds
Beneath the dawn of troubled sky
Pregnant curling fronds
Pulling gently me apart.
It was we foolish ones who took
The world into our sorry hands
Breathing hard with eagerness and shook
Our very heartsblood out in straggling bands
Titanic from the very start
Oh stary night of eyes so bright
How we long to look on you once more
With clean unfettered gaze
Oh hallowed moon in lushness looming
Like the sun upon our darkened days
What have we become?
It was we merry fools who turned and set
The noontide devil footloose, free
Who turned upon ourselves to seek
A happiness that could never be
The noontide devil free
Was it pride or was it folly?
Wearing strength upon our sleeves
Hiding weakness in our hearts.
It was I who looked and fled
From safety's stately bonds
Beneath the dawn of troubled sky
Pregnant curling fronds
Pulling gently me apart.
It was we foolish ones who took
The world into our sorry hands
Breathing hard with eagerness and shook
Our very heartsblood out in straggling bands
Titanic from the very start
Oh stary night of eyes so bright
How we long to look on you once more
With clean unfettered gaze
Oh hallowed moon in lushness looming
Like the sun upon our darkened days
What have we become?
It was we merry fools who turned and set
The noontide devil footloose, free
Who turned upon ourselves to seek
A happiness that could never be
Monday, September 22, 2008
Heartbeat
Alone, alone, alone
The muffled thump
His still beating heart
Ringing through his bones
Alone, alone, alone
The rhythm of isolation
He sat and counted
Every solitary second
Alone, alone, alone
Warm blood rushing
Cool veins, like chill wind
Through his hollow home
Alone, alone, alone
A clock keeps steady track
Not one second passes back
Hear the solid, saddened tone.
Alone, alone, alone
The muffled whisper
The smile of a lost child
Forevermore. Alone.
The muffled thump
His still beating heart
Ringing through his bones
Alone, alone, alone
The rhythm of isolation
He sat and counted
Every solitary second
Alone, alone, alone
Warm blood rushing
Cool veins, like chill wind
Through his hollow home
Alone, alone, alone
A clock keeps steady track
Not one second passes back
Hear the solid, saddened tone.
Alone, alone, alone
The muffled whisper
The smile of a lost child
Forevermore. Alone.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
To Catch A Dream
Fall asleep so slowly
Swimming through silk
Tasting the day's retreat
On the buds of the minds eye
Roll us all another one
You make the paper stick
Better than most
Head lolling hard against
The scatter-grain boards.
Swimming through silk
Tasting the day's retreat
On the buds of the minds eye
Roll us all another one
You make the paper stick
Better than most
Head lolling hard against
The scatter-grain boards.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
We broke and froze in place
I was lost in the shadows in your eyes
You were trying just to hide the time
Afraid that mirror would break
You remind me of someone so far away
Still reeling like a shattered drunk
Still feeling like a tattered dump
Hiding hurt in what you say
It's inside out
And back to front
Sweater girl
Your tag is showing
You hope you're going
On a train
On a plane
But you can't outrun
The pain.
I was lost in the shadows in your eyes
You were trying just to hide the time
Afraid that mirror would break
You remind me of someone so far away
Still reeling like a shattered drunk
Still feeling like a tattered dump
Hiding hurt in what you say
It's inside out
And back to front
Sweater girl
Your tag is showing
You hope you're going
On a train
On a plane
But you can't outrun
The pain.
Monday, September 15, 2008
A gimpy poem that I don't really like
Sow the seeds to life
Holding still inside the light
Back and forth tonight
A heart is pacing out of sight
Behind the statue, beside the knife.
Holding still inside the light
Back and forth tonight
A heart is pacing out of sight
Behind the statue, beside the knife.
Brain Block
He could no more ply words
Than think thoughts rich and deep
To note the oils of a moment
When indecision falls asleep
Than think thoughts rich and deep
To note the oils of a moment
When indecision falls asleep
The Doubt
He visited him in the doubt
When the day brought
All the old daggers out
On the fleece
Between the trees
The rain
Was falling.
When the day brought
All the old daggers out
On the fleece
Between the trees
The rain
Was falling.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Well the war's coming
Showering down like moondust
Radiating happiness and guns
Happiness and perfect circles
Bombs make children run for cover
Bare feet running through the streets
Like startled deer have no fear
No one's gonna make ends meet
Well the war's coming
It takes our men and spits out
Perfect little machines
Weapons in their heads and guns
They'll kill us all before they're done
But don't be sad they won't feel bad
It's all the brainwashing they've had
Shoot up a family and back home for tea
Life in a warzone's such a treat.
Well the war's coming
Peddling food like gold and jewels
People lining up like painted fools
So so easy, blow them greasy
Win the war and take the oil
Win the war and take the victory
Maybe hang it up there on the wall
That way everybody wins
Because it's the memories that count
And dead people don't remember.
Showering down like moondust
Radiating happiness and guns
Happiness and perfect circles
Bombs make children run for cover
Bare feet running through the streets
Like startled deer have no fear
No one's gonna make ends meet
Well the war's coming
It takes our men and spits out
Perfect little machines
Weapons in their heads and guns
They'll kill us all before they're done
But don't be sad they won't feel bad
It's all the brainwashing they've had
Shoot up a family and back home for tea
Life in a warzone's such a treat.
Well the war's coming
Peddling food like gold and jewels
People lining up like painted fools
So so easy, blow them greasy
Win the war and take the oil
Win the war and take the victory
Maybe hang it up there on the wall
That way everybody wins
Because it's the memories that count
And dead people don't remember.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Walkway to a Smile
It shines like justice
Through bits and pieces
Trusts and doubts
Cross my heart
And know I'll smile
Next time you and I
Cross eyes.
Through bits and pieces
Trusts and doubts
Cross my heart
And know I'll smile
Next time you and I
Cross eyes.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Monday, September 08, 2008
Some things are hard:
Opening Up
Letting Go
Saying Goodbye
Sit there waiting
For the blow
The suckerpunch
When all is made clear
Trust is baring wrists
For the bloody knife
Yet trust is
The EXIT sign
The fire escape
The rickety bridge
To hope and life.
Some things will be hard.
And they always were and are
Rubbing palms on rough wood
The price is splinters
For warmed hands.
Feel the spaces inbetween
The thoughts defining life and dream
How much of last night's imaginings
Are todays relentless fears?
Letting Go
Saying Goodbye
Sit there waiting
For the blow
The suckerpunch
When all is made clear
Trust is baring wrists
For the bloody knife
Yet trust is
The EXIT sign
The fire escape
The rickety bridge
To hope and life.
Some things will be hard.
And they always were and are
Rubbing palms on rough wood
The price is splinters
For warmed hands.
Feel the spaces inbetween
The thoughts defining life and dream
How much of last night's imaginings
Are todays relentless fears?
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Hidden
Under the makeup
Beneath the eyeliner
Through the skin
Tears are hiding
Clear and pure
Glistening like
Drops of heaven
Heaving against
Their silken prison
Under the false-face
The real one is crying
But she won't let
Those tears run free
She won't let
Them turn and see
How deep the wounds run.
Beneath the eyeliner
Through the skin
Tears are hiding
Clear and pure
Glistening like
Drops of heaven
Heaving against
Their silken prison
Under the false-face
The real one is crying
But she won't let
Those tears run free
She won't let
Them turn and see
How deep the wounds run.
Broken Compass
It's hard being
A broken compass
Point hanging askew
People ask
"Are you OK?"
You lift your steely gaze
And say
"I'm a broken compass
I can't do nothing right!
What is the point?"
But you're still you
Point hanging askew
All steel and cold
And hurting through and through
You just need to be held
In a warm hand
Reattached and realigned
And you'll be drawing
Perfect circles again.
A broken compass
Point hanging askew
People ask
"Are you OK?"
You lift your steely gaze
And say
"I'm a broken compass
I can't do nothing right!
What is the point?"
But you're still you
Point hanging askew
All steel and cold
And hurting through and through
You just need to be held
In a warm hand
Reattached and realigned
And you'll be drawing
Perfect circles again.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Monday, September 01, 2008
Untitled
It tastes like summer
And smells like rain
It punches holes
All through your brain
Addition to the
Sweeter pain
Do it again
Do it again
I dare you!
Smile like you mean it
Or atleast pretend
To pretend to care
Bulletproof and battlescarred
Trigger shy and scared
Cut me down
Shoot me up
You know I'll risk my arm again.
And smells like rain
It punches holes
All through your brain
Addition to the
Sweeter pain
Do it again
Do it again
I dare you!
Smile like you mean it
Or atleast pretend
To pretend to care
Bulletproof and battlescarred
Trigger shy and scared
Cut me down
Shoot me up
You know I'll risk my arm again.
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How many Reformed people does it take to change a light bulb? CHANGE!?! Begone heretic!