THe NotebOOk
Friday, May 19, 2006
  blind

riding through this ghost town
quiet lights as they go by
i am speaking my confessions

the only one who sees me
all the things that bring me scars
you are gripping at my soul

images i see
in my mind
destroy and clasp on me
never look the same in
real life
can't see you anymore... i'm blind

i am screaming my obsessions
living life within my lies
reserved for my sake alone

even she cannot save me
no way they ever had a chance
something ripping out my soul
 
 

i will not tame this beast
that drives me mad somehow
destroying all conscious action
taken by me alone i sit
with him he drools that
who betrays all with enticing
gifts to kill a man when
up and down to kick a
hole inside out where it
lays beyond understanding
me and you all of you
are destroyed too in me
walls lifted to heights beyond
protection against what we
know but the beast will
tame us all when i might
have left this town you were
right in the middle of wrong
ideas he came again to
bring me deterioration
in mind out hear see we
say when will they go better
unflawed he claws back in
when i let him out uncontained
no restraint belligerent beyond
comprehension i fall fell
fallen full flop frequent
fly fry i fry i die i
die i die i die i
try you try you try

 
  replicate

talk to me
just like mothers do
life can be so cruel
(because)
all of me
falls apart at seams
life of messy deferred dreams

definitely been down this street
more than twice
eating myself hungry again
the insect that got lost
inside the toilet bowl
is screaming out again

dance with me
in blind ecstasy
unerrant entropy
(take a)
chance on me
vertigotic life to lead
up and down like a young steed

driven to the dark abyss
going to the gray unknown
longing for the heart i miss
needy for unsettled bliss
unforgiving future
 
Friday, May 05, 2006
  rouse

you're not Theresa
you're jack or you're jane
that doesn't matter
they need you the same

'they' might be thirty
a hundred or three
all that means is
where you might be

nothing wrong with
trying to change the world
doesn't matter what your age
live a live worth dying for

it's time to get up
need to get up
wake up
 
poetry, song, and simple words that may never make it off of the writers page and into the world

where you came from
(or are going)

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