ReallyI could never and would never think about buying a brand new guitar, give me one with a story everyday.Really4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I've never purchased a pen yet I write everyday on screwed up and wrinkled paper.
I can't decide on where to get a tattoo and every time I do I change my mind in about a week and thank god I'm not too impulsive with these things.
I think that San Francisco sounds like a wonderful place to spend a year or so of my life, and Las Vegas sounds like a great place to spend one night of my life.
I've got too many fears to list, but the main two are ending up alone and no-one liking what I produce anymore.
I always want to be somewhat more famous than I am but not enough that it changes my life.
I don't know where my spiritual home is but I know it's not here, but I also am not sure if I believe in the concept.
I usually watch TV at night time because otherwise my mind doesn't get a chance to not be creative (even then though it's always still on) but it that a bad thing really?
CherishI can still taste you in my mouth even though it's been a week.Cherish4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I can still picture you walking towards the bed wearing only the skimpiest of underwear.
I can still feel you against my skin as if we are still laying in the bath together.
I can still picture the colour of your eyes as you stared at me from across the couches.
I love that you bit my neck so hard it took a week and a million excuses to go away.
I love that you let me yank on your jeans and underwear in the supermarket to get a glimpse.
I love that you bring out my naughty side.
I love that you want to look after my hair and cherish the lock of it you took.
WakeThere are few things more intimate than waking up to the feeling of soft fingers circling on your back.Wake4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
FootpathLove to me has always seemed like a footpath,Footpath4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes you are up against the shops, window shopping, enjoying the view.
Other times you are somewhere in the centre, bumping into people,
Some are going at the same speed and direction as you, and that's where connections happen,
Other times you might be attracted, but they are at a different place or pace, or stopping to get Starbucks and the Paper, or headed in the opposite direction, which is the worst.
Thinking about it this way I have made some really bad choices in the past few years,
Tried to change the direction of a couple of people and I slowed down for one and fastened up for another.
But as you could imagine, it didn't work out in the long run, that is why I'm happy window shopping waiting to be tempted out into the centre again to be knocked over by The One.
A heart in the mirror fogI would draw you a heart in the mirror fog,A heart in the mirror fog4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It would quickly fade but re-appear every time you showered.
We'd toast marshmallows on the gas stove because as city people that's as close as we'd get to camping.
Or we'd sleep on your fire escape imaging what the stars would look like if the buildings weren't in the road and the 7/11 sigh would stop flashing.
Imaging what it would be like to do our own washing without $10 in $1 coins and a weird guy trying to see what colour underwear you wore.
We'd dream of days where we could have pens that didn't come from the local bank and didn't have chains around them still.
Where a fire would actually kick out heat and not have to be started every 25 minutes after the DVD stopped.
Where we would have known our neighbors, even had a gate in the back fence so we could share the pool they got for Christmas, or play practical jokes. But instead it's a guy named Steve, who smokes something that doesn't smell like what my dad use to smoke and has a on
easy fixI am so sad right now.easy fix4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I have suffered from depression off and on for years now without wanting to really admit it.
I have taken the knocks from broken love, betrayal, smashed friendships, all with the casual good natured smile I am known for.
I work along at work, having a joke, doing my thing.
Trying to photograph people that are clearly not inspiring.
Having them make excuses about why they can't come to work with me, not responding to my notes.
And it has all come to a head, tonight I can't sleep, I have organised some time off work in a couple of weeks because I feel like I am going to explode and take someone out with me.
I don't know what I need to make me happy again, maybe love, maybe someone to actually inspire me back into my art, a faster car, louder music, I don't know, but I fear outside things won't effect it because what the problem is is actually inside me, and that's never an easy fix.
little creepy girllittle creepy girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
little creepy girl
in her little creepy world
creepy black hair
and little creepy eyes
little creepy dolls
sitting in her little creepy room
she scares the girls at school so they all run and hide
excepted one girl who doesn't run and hide
with her creepy brown hair
and her little creepy eyes
she sits and plays with the little creepy girl who none dare look at
they talk about whats in the shadows
and right behind your back
Gratitude's GraceIn gratitude, I remember days of golden glow, eons ago,Gratitude's Grace3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When our hearts lost themselves to God
And it was His sod we tilled,
Harvesting heavens fair mysteries in our hands,
A gift we understand to be rare.
I've a notion that if emotion was nullified
I would not have recognized the love in your eyes
Or even the way you pray in sincere abandonment of fear.
So let me say, I am thankful for the whole:
Every child embodying the wild innocence of youth;
All women whispering wisdom in our ears;
Every man making masterful missions ours to yearn,
This is the vestige of vision.
We have risen so many times,
Fallen in rhyme with pride,
but arise in the new tide of redemption.
My pension is to serve with joy, not a sacrifice, but a delight.
The sight you give and bravely live,
for this I am eternally grateful.
I thank you for trusting me, for allowing, for bearing witness to my pain, and I yours,
For this is loveit sees all the corners we otherwise would not go.
Thank you for giving me your h
Electronica FieldsWhat is the nature of non-natural songs?Electronica Fields3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are they meant to enfold us, to string us along,
To take us away to electronica fields?
But there, now I've said it, the field is the thing!
Let me take you around to my fields made of sound.
Stand still while I hold you with sonic surrounds.
Whisker wheat taps the snare made of Xes and Ohs.
Oh, no it doesn't, those are ones and zeroes.
Like a fish through an ocean, chasing bubbles of air,
Through an aural aurora that's not really there
Except as a sandwich of electronica things
That no one can play and that no one can sing
And a blue visualization with boxes and rings.
We sift softly through the house of keystroke
Breathing sweat and pet dander instead of whiskey and smoke;
Sip our clear soda water as the mothership lands
And the DJ strings loops not created by bands
To a room where pure oxygen is sold as a drug
To the already mood-altered who stare at the rug
With electronica eyes and elastica smiles
And the mood seems to stretch on for miles
Magick TouchWith wild abandonment we gave to the moment,Magick Touch3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No cares or worries lost in the passion,
Intensity the way in which we inspire each movement,
The dance an erotic need to be closer.
The severity of the need to present to deny,
Slowing grinding the tempo to a peak,
Shattering all resolve it builds,
On the edge of losing the control we escape.
To a blissful Eden a place abundant in decadent pleasure,
You took my hand in yours and it felt as though we had been there before,
Where you lead I follow unaware of anything but our path,
Wanton I arrive to meet you we touch in many unseen ways
for our souls found a connection that spanned lifetimes the memories make the walk
a journey to never stop exploring................
All Tomorrow's PartiesAre we there yet?All Tomorrow's Parties3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All those hours slid by
So slow, so dear.
How do we save them
Now they're gone?
By what we learned,
How they made us feel?
By who we loved,
Or what we feared?
I'll never trade them,
Those slow cold hours,
Not yet dawn,
Her voice ethereal
Through the telephone,
Those restless days,
And rolling nights.
Calling out names,
Sometimes all wrong,
Sometimes just right,
When the strong stood fast
And the weak took flight.
There's still power
In a name,
Still some moves left
In the game.
Some of us
Who feel the same.
Stoke the fire,
And roll the die.
We're travelling long,
When the smoke clears
The old steam engine
Is a bullet train.
To take your fare
And the magic is
This train goes anywhere!
The quicker ride
With a higher fare
And a smoother glide.
To all of those
Who had halfway tickets
Listening to the crickets
For YouFor you I hope for a calmness only peace brings,For You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To know you are happy and loved,
Someone to share lifes ups and downs with,
For once you gave me so much this I will never forget and you lie within my heart always,
each night I whisper your name in the darkness that is Me.................