when that brilliant light escapes you
will you see your soul transpire?
when the strings of spacetime overlap
will you visit me for awhile?
can you remember the smell of the air that night?
dead leaves lined the gutter, we stood under the streetlight.
on both our faces, wrote lies of confusion
in both our minds, we knew no illusions
we knew truth then, as we know it now
but can you still smell the scent of autumn anyhow?
2 decades later and i still drown in envy
looking up past the streetlight, you looked down at me.
a nervous smile crossed those unaged lips
a burst of light and that's where my mind slips
we know truth now, as w
should i move?
I can't explain
but I'm lost to myself
watching him stumbling
but i feel like someone else
should i move?
somewhat erotic how he's shuddering again
only just met the guy
we're not even friends
but this is how he wants it
his body's so responsive
put on my teacher's hat
give him a good-boy pat
taking. my time.
to not make. him mine.
unearthing. his signs.
I'll bring out the best in me
to make him see his ecstacy-
Everybody come and take me
-giggling laughter while they fight to make me
But don't forget the flirting
-then they post the pictures, keep 'em circulating
Can't avoid the stresses
-pushing and pulling, all the while time presses
Slowly I lose the sane me
-here comes the best part, stamping down on my heart.
…It's something more than that
Taken like a pill to subdue the franticness
…It's something just like that
Met right on time to suspend my disbelief
…It's based on made up fact
A dream world I drift into hiding myself again
…It's listing all the things I lack
Judge and jury of my lifetime, enemy still a friend
I'm collapsing under the weight
Always the strong one, always so strong but
I'm submitting to this fate
My pulse is a song, it's made up-sing along
Dragging. My feet.
Always dragging. Like sleep.
Flagging. Down help.
I'm in distress. This is my SOS.
-please calm me
hold me when I'm shaking
-still i'm crying
a shudder builds to quaking
-you're beyond me
folded over thinking
-you're just lying
these pretty words you're making
-they could soothe me
keep my heart from shrinking
-if you fooled me
buy into what you're bringing
-but there's your empty
it ties me down with nothing
-it's like drowning
waves that just keep coming
-so you just hold me
to satiate the fire
-then you leave coldly
like the man i once admired
it's so much more
than a thousand miles away
it's admirable really
the way we play
this dance back and forth
we know will go nowhere
but the idea that it could
keeps the heart aware
there's this chance for this
this chance for that
keeps us in these seats
right where we sat
instead of roses
i'll send some keys
some ones and zeroes
hoping it will please
hoping it will calm
keep your mind at ease
more than a thousand miles
over electronic seas
The things I wouldn't do
Oh, man - the things I wouldn't do
What wouldn't I do?
Are you intrigued now?
It's such great use of time - to wonder.
Wreaks havok on the firing squad
that control the synapse flood gate.
Keeps them busy to no end, until you are just left to realize- you can only wonder - all the things I wouldn't do.
How compelling! To give liberty to the blank stare that eludes me since I was a child. How convincing! To agree with you that we have no conclusion where the path is going, but hold no doubt we originated the same.
Only to wonder together - what I wouldn't do.
Finally to question then, forever - and.. why no
arrest this pain again
i've never touched you
but i'm locked inside your hold
i can't ever win
i know it now
let the truth be told
then bless this pain away
i've never seen you
but your gaze is just so bold
i will never win
my love's for sale
but it hasn't sold
I move from shining light to see
what magic I've encountered
The way the endlessly high
moonlight holds your eyes
I'll take the chance and live to be
some magic you encounter
an announced latent mystery
blessed to wait by your side
for the future of life i see in you
arrest this pain again
i've never touched you
but i'm locked inside your hold
i can't ever wi
When her hips move
she shakes the world
the skirt flow through
she's my girl, my whole world
When her arms roll out
she holds the world
roll out, click down
she's my girl, dance for the world
left to the left
then right back to the left
step next to the right
twist, twist, dance for the world
When her hips move
her stomach rolls round
I'm driven to desire
I can't calm down
Shift here in my seat
feet stomp on drumbeats
When her feet swap the places
the air musky sweet
Bells ring out rythem
stones tap out a time
When she busts into the section
You'll sure lose your mind
Back twists, slower now
shake shake, just slower n
Watchful eyes of the overcast skies
Keep a feeling a security in my soul
Slightest hint of a breeze
Causing the leaves to roll
The descendants of the residents
The pine tree scrolls a tune
And all of the family arrives to the house
Well before the hour of noon
Simple luxuries of space and time
Seem to emanate from the grove
And stories of wild and tales of mild
Boil in pots on the old wood stove
Never the staircase without a smile
Winds down onto a landing
Which leads the smiling into a room
Where the family drinks brandy
The spoken words of travels afar
Amount to little when compared
With the darting eyes and careless smile
Cauterized in the mind for strength
Betrays the conscious to perilous means
Fortified, the wanderer walks
Truth hidden behind the walls of memory
A planet size larger than what he need
Equipped, the wanderer walks
Power travels forth from hands of flesh
A field plowed before him, clear
Enticed, the wanderer watches
Dust combats with the eyes strength
Colonies of enemies fall to the ground
Steady, the wanderer holds
Cosmic, the gasses that surround him
Discovering he no longer needs the air
Ready, the wanderer proceeds
Conscious the mind more than ever
All thought ent
I'm sorry if it seems
You're going to be alone
I'm sorry if your dreams
Are something she's outgrown
I'm sorry if your hopes
Are full of endless greed
I'm sorry that your lies
Turn into hurtful deeds
But you did this on your own
You didn't need a hand
To help you lay them down
To help you make a stand
To bring you out of lies
To destroy this deceit
To open up their eyes
To the way you have to be
You are the demon
You are rare poison
You are love abstinent
Pestilence, my friend
I'm sorry if the ties
Weren't strong enough to bind
I'm sorry if her cries
Couldn't roll back time
I've tried to help you out
To give you hope
A painted illusion the cat did bring
To the solace of the morning sting
Of sunshine through the open wind
The boy draws out the tale
Love's frolic in the afternoon
He knows he must be going soon
His youthfulness does not know gloom
And the ship sets sail
Four winds accompany the crew
Just as the winds often do
An omen they wished it would prove
The voyage from Graelen Dale
A simple boy with writing pad
Sketches out the scene they had
Strokes lovingly his friendly cat
Sitting upon a pail
The Captain takes up his trusty horn
And in a moment it is blown
All hands on deck as it is known
To tighten down the sails
With wide eyes
One step off the road, now lost
A cold wind swept in that day
A figure unknown to my eyes
Went southward with nothing to say
The house lays out before me not mellow
But grand with brickwork of grey
The vines that touch up the edges
Wrapped with white ribbon for the day
The willows don bells made of silver
Their tinging heard with every breeze
Bench seating scattered throughout the meadow
For strollers to rest when they please
My feet follow a path round the garden
Kept in by a moss brown green
The groundmasters' labors of seasons
These delights await to be seen
My dress flows, I walk through the florals
This garment selected
The ground is below me
Now above me
This coffin I built
With my own hands
Filled with emotion
I fail to stand
The ocean sways
This vessel built by me
I can feel my soul falling
That look in his eyes
Where is my courage
Now he asks questions of me
Grabbing for soil
My hands become dirty
Lies upon lies
Does he suspect?
Patience the victor
A visit from cupid
They say is how it began
I tear at my cheeks
I pound on my chest
I scrape at the Earth
This battle is lost
How large is the heart
What are the soul's limits?
Again he asks questions
Where do I begin?
All your questions
A torment so pure
My mouth o
and so what if the tide never rolls back in
we have shared enough times, the tide my friend
for the ways of the world still escape me
and my damnation to hell still rapes me
of a chance to love as being loved
every hand extended seems to be gloved
hold bare your palm open for me then
let the lines only travellers can see begin
to tell the story of the rest of your life
what to expect, I'll share that strife
and I'll show my hand for you, a friend
the fear releases and the reed does bend
for I have never bared my hand before
except to the tide rolling on the shore
forged in time
the lines dangling in mid-air
spinners like gold
shaded in by millionths of time
only to shoot up into the sky
guided by lines
still dangling in mid-air
the spinners climax
reach the top
spinning down again
everything under the sun is in tune
I am adorabley adorable.
I am cosmically cosmic.
When I get like this you always shirk away.
When I get like this you always hide.
I glow too much.
I challenge the harajuku girls in style when I am like this.
I am an amazing betrayal of your class.
My class is so below yours, I am above you.
You could only wish to dream my dreams.
I unlock worlds in my stupors.
I pray for you there, didn't you know.
Join me there, if you can.
Maybe you can't.
You are still 172 lifetimes too new for me to concern myself with.
Hurry up, sweety.
You are getting left behind.
I am a freelance soul.
Consider it my area of wisdom.
I love sc
was it life, really at all?
drag my nails
stand up again
comb out my hair
the deal was struck
now in the dark
i find no dawn
the glowing trees
the purple breeze
hold open a book for me
and then i see
rushing through a wasted land
never did stand
to break the mend
and i take the book along with me
to show those floating on the purple breeze
i have crawled
scraped my stomach on the street
hid the knives
so that you couldn't see
hands cloaked in blood and sores
until i couldn't see anymore
those that i adored
patching up my broken knees
holding tight to my mother ship
I'm Temper Persistent
Tagging along on my insanity walk
Playing the victim
I'm learning to trick them
Making sweet sounds in my liberal talk
You're watching me floating
and inside you're gloating
back stage passes to my sexual play
Inside the green room
the fun begins real soon
pick up your press badges on the way
I removed a ton of stuff from may through last month. Mainly the story I am writing as it is being looked at now for /possible/ publication - but I don't want to get my hopes up in the case D.U.S.T. doesn't make it to print.
The side story for it, P.N.W.D. is also coming along fine and the documented warring between the various groups is taking me a lot of time to get through all the interviews. All of of he said, she said, he died, her fault, etc. going on.
So, yeah - until I know if I'm going to be made an offer to put it into print, I'll holding the stories off the net.
Those of you who follow the recounts, I am sure will understand.
There's an arguement going on outside and I'm looking out the window at it. I step out onto the balcony to get a better look or to tell them to knock it off cuase there are children sleeping.
Next thing I am on the street with them and now there is more people. A smoke bomb of some sort is thrown and we're all running. I head into an alley and run into a dumpster. Even in my dreams I am clunsy. Gah! This kid pops out from behind the dumpster and asks me if I brought the bag. I say yeah and we run to the end of the alley. There is this tall hill and we start running up it. We're jumping up it like in counter strike, I even hear myself going "