[purgatory]
deep inside my eyes there is
me
not what is given; not what is stolen
the center of all that makes up
me
mind, heart, body, soul
i know that you've seen
me
and it is
me
you adore
~~~
watch the breathing of a dying man
ask him questions ---understand
offer more than a fucking blanket
simple conversation
31 January 2006
20 January 2006
18 January 2006
[bullocks]
find the key to open it
the part of you thats been kept
locked up & away
all these many years
the hiding place of all them
feelings
the amazing
the fantastic
as well as all the bad ones
you didnt want them
so you said
but now you want them back again
all of them, and then some
the wonder
the beauty
of those everyday feelings
find the key to open it
the part of you thats been kept
locked up & away
all these many years
the hiding place of all them
feelings
the amazing
the fantastic
as well as all the bad ones
you didnt want them
so you said
but now you want them back again
all of them, and then some
the wonder
the beauty
of those everyday feelings
11 January 2006
[that thing]
i thought i had a thing that was mine
but it left me at first chance
no matter how just slight of hand
it was what it was and is what it is
never taken back
never brought forward
never dealt with
never moved on
im sorry if i cant
but
then again im not
cant move on until the past is dealt with
[libre me]
trying hard not to think about
the state of the union tonight
how we live. how we talk. how we breathe.
the world at large is not the same
it is not the world i grew up in.
optimism is confounded by fear
fear that immobilizes us.
pulls the wool down over our eyes
while te rug is pulled out
from under our feet.
i thought i had a thing that was mine
but it left me at first chance
no matter how just slight of hand
it was what it was and is what it is
never taken back
never brought forward
never dealt with
never moved on
im sorry if i cant
but
then again im not
cant move on until the past is dealt with
[libre me]
trying hard not to think about
the state of the union tonight
how we live. how we talk. how we breathe.
the world at large is not the same
it is not the world i grew up in.
optimism is confounded by fear
fear that immobilizes us.
pulls the wool down over our eyes
while te rug is pulled out
from under our feet.
09 January 2006
[bullshit-proof]
i thought i was safe from the prowling
eyes. the dog-like stare straight at me.
i thought i could hide from the womb
known as love. but the devil found its way, as
devils often do
give the Man his due---he kicked the crap outta you!
well, gosh & gee-wilikers, i must be
shaking in my boots. so now im
loose!---im free, but not really. i
still got this 'thing' hanging over me
i cannot escape this goddamn feeling
that one i tried to kill
with red wine and pills
& you know what?
someday i will!!!
if its the last thing i do
i thought i was safe from the prowling
eyes. the dog-like stare straight at me.
i thought i could hide from the womb
known as love. but the devil found its way, as
devils often do
give the Man his due---he kicked the crap outta you!
well, gosh & gee-wilikers, i must be
shaking in my boots. so now im
loose!---im free, but not really. i
still got this 'thing' hanging over me
i cannot escape this goddamn feeling
that one i tried to kill
with red wine and pills
& you know what?
someday i will!!!
if its the last thing i do
07 January 2006
[fever]
sun falling down; fever rising up
killing aint so strange when its
only time you love
im no the Fool Who Thinks
but i definitely think too much
& my body starts to shake
...trying hard to cover up
drink to ease the pain
of all those ugly thoughts
i dont know what i can say
the devil's got my tongue...
sun falling down; and yeah i may give up
the only things i hate
the only things i love
trying hard now not to think
knowing that im fucked
i dont know what i can say
the devil's got my tongue...
sun falling down; fever rising up
killing aint so strange when its
only time you love
im no the Fool Who Thinks
but i definitely think too much
& my body starts to shake
...trying hard to cover up
drink to ease the pain
of all those ugly thoughts
i dont know what i can say
the devil's got my tongue...
sun falling down; and yeah i may give up
the only things i hate
the only things i love
trying hard now not to think
knowing that im fucked
i dont know what i can say
the devil's got my tongue...
06 January 2006
03 January 2006
[bubble-gum queen]
trapped in
molecules that are travelin'
down your cheek; im drowning!
it feels good---so be it
that thing which keeps on needing
fall asleep; good feeling
hear that heart? its beating
beating on for...
...nothing
& no one
but you.
so,
breathe in!
take the time to notice
smile shines from deep in-
side
those lovely eyes. before this
gets to be a problem
---as love has always gotten
kiss me now 'cause
nothing
& no one
but you
makes me feel
only you.
trapped in
molecules that are travelin'
down your cheek; im drowning!
it feels good---so be it
that thing which keeps on needing
fall asleep; good feeling
hear that heart? its beating
beating on for...
...nothing
& no one
but you.
so,
breathe in!
take the time to notice
smile shines from deep in-
side
those lovely eyes. before this
gets to be a problem
---as love has always gotten
kiss me now 'cause
nothing
& no one
but you
makes me feel
only you.
17 December 2005
[blunder]
had an itch and kept on scratching
' making noise, so now im asking
whats the deal these days with passion?
an involintary action?
like when you drink and end up yakking
you & i end up combating
& it starts off a chain-reaction
sends me home to sleep it off...
but now im bored and im not trying
my brain is slowly liquifying
dont want to think about her crying
but i never got to see her trying
i start shaking---feel a fever
think a drink will make me better
feel my pulse and its electric
thoughts of mine become ecentric
i pray and hope that someone gets this
okay, i pray that you dont get pissed
because forever means no finish
i grew up---yeah, i like spinach
chain-reaction sends me home to
sleep it off again
had an itch and kept on scratching
' making noise, so now im asking
whats the deal these days with passion?
an involintary action?
like when you drink and end up yakking
you & i end up combating
& it starts off a chain-reaction
sends me home to sleep it off...
but now im bored and im not trying
my brain is slowly liquifying
dont want to think about her crying
but i never got to see her trying
i start shaking---feel a fever
think a drink will make me better
feel my pulse and its electric
thoughts of mine become ecentric
i pray and hope that someone gets this
okay, i pray that you dont get pissed
because forever means no finish
i grew up---yeah, i like spinach
chain-reaction sends me home to
sleep it off again
07 December 2005
Best News I've Heard All Week:
{Math Proof That Girls Are Evil}
girls take up time & money or,
girls = time x money
time is money, therefor:
time = money
so
girls = money x (money)
or
girls = money2 {money squared}
and if money is the root of all evil, then:
money = v/evil <--my best attempt at a square root thingy
then:
girls = (v/evil)2
or
girls = evil
it looks better written out...
{Math Proof That Girls Are Evil}
girls take up time & money or,
girls = time x money
time is money, therefor:
time = money
so
girls = money x (money)
or
girls = money2 {money squared}
and if money is the root of all evil, then:
money = v/evil <--my best attempt at a square root thingy
then:
girls = (v/evil)2
or
girls = evil
it looks better written out...
29 November 2005
24 November 2005
[run lola run]
its cold...getting colder
death in the alley
dead of winter
i want to tell you things,
i do!
but saving it saves you
its a struggle to tell the truth
cautious enough to use up
all restraint
no leading on any farther
forget the old man with the untied shoelaces
he's no good you see. better to face it
now
NOW
now that the moon, day to day, gets even smaller
and smaller
run
hide
just RUN AWAY!
save yourself, please?
now - before it gets to you
now - because you still can
now - break the ties that bind you
its cold...getting colder
death in the alley
dead of winter
i want to tell you things,
i do!
but saving it saves you
its a struggle to tell the truth
cautious enough to use up
all restraint
no leading on any farther
forget the old man with the untied shoelaces
he's no good you see. better to face it
now
NOW
now that the moon, day to day, gets even smaller
and smaller
run
hide
just RUN AWAY!
save yourself, please?
now - before it gets to you
now - because you still can
now - break the ties that bind you
23 November 2005
[make]
made this deal with the devil
she promised me the world
she layed me down in her bed
made of flowers
her blue skin flashes when she screams
i asked her name and she never answered
didnt know that it meant something to you
im past the questions
im into the answers
im digging for something
but i sometimes forget.
made this deal with the devil
she promised me the world
she layed me down in her bed
made of flowers
her blue skin flashes when she screams
i asked her name and she never answered
didnt know that it meant something to you
im past the questions
im into the answers
im digging for something
but i sometimes forget.
20 November 2005
[just the 2 of us]
maybe it's better...
...to what?! to forget her?!?
---i was hooker the day i met her!
now you what?
...i upset her.
tried so hard to stay together
but we never tried
together
we worked so well when we worked
together
...as strange a word as 'forever'
---ive never seen forever
last more 'n week
together
not ever
maybe it's better...
...to what?! to forget her?!?
---i was hooker the day i met her!
now you what?
...i upset her.
tried so hard to stay together
but we never tried
together
we worked so well when we worked
together
...as strange a word as 'forever'
---ive never seen forever
last more 'n week
together
not ever
15 November 2005
[harmony had it]
so much gets disturbed by some
issue with words; wrong ones,
foul ones. some you call
stupid
and some that build up
walls---the kind that always fall.
crashing down around me with the
faintest lil' smile
pressed upon those lips
pressing hard against my own
stealing all my heat
& my moisture
sucking me dry
leave me to linger in the sands
back to the desert, holding hands
whistling a tune thats stuck inside my head...
doo-de-doo-de-doo doo doo. doo-de-doo
close those baby blues
slowly count to ten
forget just after 8 or 9
...smile for me again?
so much gets disturbed by some
issue with words; wrong ones,
foul ones. some you call
stupid
and some that build up
walls---the kind that always fall.
crashing down around me with the
faintest lil' smile
pressed upon those lips
pressing hard against my own
stealing all my heat
& my moisture
sucking me dry
leave me to linger in the sands
back to the desert, holding hands
whistling a tune thats stuck inside my head...
doo-de-doo-de-doo doo doo. doo-de-doo
close those baby blues
slowly count to ten
forget just after 8 or 9
...smile for me again?
12 November 2005
[BAH!]
how many times did the church bell ring?
i was told by my shoes that duty called
they want another favour, they want Dignaty
dressed up-paraded 'round the mall...
why do i feel like gravity is killing me?
let the devil drive, he knows the way home
craddled in my arms i want her to be
buried in the ground is where you are
how many times did the church bell ring?
i was told by my shoes that duty called
they want another favour, they want Dignaty
dressed up-paraded 'round the mall...
why do i feel like gravity is killing me?
let the devil drive, he knows the way home
craddled in my arms i want her to be
buried in the ground is where you are
10 November 2005
08 November 2005
[XMIT]
cool my jets on something liquid
give a nod to minor passions
illuminate whatever that is
draw me a picture, lets talk about it
strangers known some time before me
processed on the bathroom rug
squealing, moaning ---beg for more!
put it in a letter; we'll talk about it...
this is an emergency
transmitting on all frequencies
im lost, im fucked ---oh, somebody PLEASE!
rescue me from the Mad Machine
is there anybody out there
any one but me,
myself & that other guy...
i
yes, i think thats it
quick
its dark and im getting sick
sick of this shit
fuck this
i dont wanna talk about it...
cool my jets on something liquid
give a nod to minor passions
illuminate whatever that is
draw me a picture, lets talk about it
strangers known some time before me
processed on the bathroom rug
squealing, moaning ---beg for more!
put it in a letter; we'll talk about it...
this is an emergency
transmitting on all frequencies
im lost, im fucked ---oh, somebody PLEASE!
rescue me from the Mad Machine
is there anybody out there
any one but me,
myself & that other guy...
i
yes, i think thats it
quick
its dark and im getting sick
sick of this shit
fuck this
i dont wanna talk about it...
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