Home is where you hang your heart
When it has had enough beating for one day
Home is where you hang your smile
When it only fits on upside down
Home is where you take your laughter off
And put on what you really feel
Home is where outside doors shut
But inside doors hang wide open
Home is the warmth of fresh sheets
And the humming cool of the fridge
Home is where you put you in the wardrobe
And snuggle into your secret self.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
You swallowed it up
And soaked it in
It wasn't a lie
There were no words
So easy to assume
So quick to read
Am I so open
So plain, so surface?
Perhaps not
You soaked it in
After all
Sponge of your own imagination
I would be laughing
Chuckling, smiling
But
Slick black rock
Wet cold chill
Only it wasn't a lie
There were no words
It feels the same
And soaked it in
It wasn't a lie
There were no words
So easy to assume
So quick to read
Am I so open
So plain, so surface?
Perhaps not
You soaked it in
After all
Sponge of your own imagination
I would be laughing
Chuckling, smiling
But
Slick black rock
Wet cold chill
Only it wasn't a lie
There were no words
It feels the same
Sunday, May 24, 2009
When we were told of the other grass
It didn't seem so different
Struggling in the wind like the rest of us
When we were told of the other grass
It wasn't strange or fair
Just greener than our own
When we were told of the other grass
We would look up some times
And imagine ourselves gazing back
When we were told of the other grass
Something was sewn and sprouted
A habit from before birth
When we were told of the other grass
We had crossed over
Before we even knew.
It didn't seem so different
Struggling in the wind like the rest of us
When we were told of the other grass
It wasn't strange or fair
Just greener than our own
When we were told of the other grass
We would look up some times
And imagine ourselves gazing back
When we were told of the other grass
Something was sewn and sprouted
A habit from before birth
When we were told of the other grass
We had crossed over
Before we even knew.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Soldiers of the former night
Head and shoulders in the wishing well
Lost forever can't you tell?
But you just say "surrender your guns
Tomorrow comes with tiger claws
To blow us all to hell"
The greenlights are all unsafe
We have to stop, slam foot on brakes
Time is opening up beneath our feet
A dead end street
An empty pause
A full stop
A finishing
Head and shoulders in the wishing well
Lost forever can't you tell?
But you just say "surrender your guns
Tomorrow comes with tiger claws
To blow us all to hell"
The greenlights are all unsafe
We have to stop, slam foot on brakes
Time is opening up beneath our feet
A dead end street
An empty pause
A full stop
A finishing
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
We thoughtfully occupied our allotted space
Making our way through the clinging city
Pausing only to mourn the drunk
Passed out ungraciously on the cold stone floor
We poured our common consensus out like wine
Sipping, swirling, spitting out, we departed
Odours of neglect and disipation
Flavours of hopelessness and abandon
Danced upon our tongues
Fired with steam as we, thoughtfully
Left him to his own burst bubble.
Making our way through the clinging city
Pausing only to mourn the drunk
Passed out ungraciously on the cold stone floor
We poured our common consensus out like wine
Sipping, swirling, spitting out, we departed
Odours of neglect and disipation
Flavours of hopelessness and abandon
Danced upon our tongues
Fired with steam as we, thoughtfully
Left him to his own burst bubble.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Piercing
Ears never bleed
From the listening alone
But
No new life is bought
Without blood
We change ourselves
Opened up to the blade
The hole is more
Than the sum of the pain
From the listening alone
But
No new life is bought
Without blood
We change ourselves
Opened up to the blade
The hole is more
Than the sum of the pain
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Did I find the wrong eternal sunshine?
Ambience an epitaph
To the fog of an unspoiled mind
Pile me up like stones on a cairn
Yearning for the freedom of the sky
Children locked up against our wishes
Arms too short to reach the handles, you and I
It's in the fine print, cut between letters
Swallow down these tablet stones
They will help you sleep at night
You will never be alone.
Ambience an epitaph
To the fog of an unspoiled mind
Pile me up like stones on a cairn
Yearning for the freedom of the sky
Children locked up against our wishes
Arms too short to reach the handles, you and I
It's in the fine print, cut between letters
Swallow down these tablet stones
They will help you sleep at night
You will never be alone.
I'll open my eyes
If it will be alright
Caught up in happenstance
You're such a sight
Fall upon a quiet moment
Inhale in the day
Swallow the wild fire
Sleeping on the hay
Set off the fire alarms
Ambulances
Bearing down so fast
Sirens for the wailing
Says it all at last
Set off the fire alarms
Sitting in the true time
I fold my hands a while
Not all numbers and figures
Listening to a smile
Set off the fire alarms
Wake up the dead
Settle for an accident
Intentional instead
Intentions
Intentions
I never meant
If it will be alright
Caught up in happenstance
You're such a sight
Fall upon a quiet moment
Inhale in the day
Swallow the wild fire
Sleeping on the hay
Set off the fire alarms
Ambulances
Bearing down so fast
Sirens for the wailing
Says it all at last
Set off the fire alarms
Sitting in the true time
I fold my hands a while
Not all numbers and figures
Listening to a smile
Set off the fire alarms
Wake up the dead
Settle for an accident
Intentional instead
Intentions
Intentions
I never meant
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Thursday, May 07, 2009
The oinks
I has swine flu
*coff coff*
I tell a lie tho. I don't but I did just want to say so. Or something.
*coff coff*
I tell a lie tho. I don't but I did just want to say so. Or something.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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Are the bandaid To staunch The bleeding heart.
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Late It's practically done, more or less Plus or minus it's my best Effort if you squint and side-eye It. I'm sure it will get b...
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How many Reformed people does it take to change a light bulb? CHANGE!?! Begone heretic!