Turn The Pages

"...speak the words I wanna hear to make my demons run."



How many times have I heard those words and wish I could say them out loud. Speak those words, make MY demons run. Time away, consideration and thoughtful thinking, realise. I don't know how long you are going to remain in the dark, how long you're going to keep your thoughts and intentions away from me. How long will you remain a person trapped behind yourself, how long will you continue to lie.
A contrast from the last post, this is a direct opposite.

Hopeless, a last goodbye; to you.







"Lay beside me, tell me what i've done. The door is closed, so are your eyes. But now I see the sun, yes now I see it."

Pink Toes And Green Toppings

There are not many words I can say or anything I can do to make this go away.
No expression, no sweet song.


I may not yet understand the full purpose why things happen as they do. We learn day by day how to stay above water, struggling not to drown. I put my trust in places I didn't ever know existed. We keep going because we believe in something.

There are the few and many who read this page, these words. People I know, people I don't. The ones that I do know, stay safe, buy deoderant and don't smell funny. Love you all cuase your'e all still somewhere out there. Friends of friends or enemies of friends.








God be with us all, remember the ones who passed on into the white havens on this day. Pray for each other and keep your goon selves safe. Don't be naughty children.

Simple Says

My girl went missing
while I was away in Pittsburg
Found her cat a-hissing
then went to see Joseph Salsberg
Told me not to worry
just get out of town in a hurry
So I did
and not a moment too soon
'Cause I saw their greed
and heard everyone call out 'Buffoon!'
It's a lazy town
but a harder try
More than a noun
love is more than nothing that money can't buy




a dedication..

When I Came Back

His eyes are white-light ceiling bulbs
his teeth syringe needles
he's attended by a retinue of shiny scarab beetles
I stood a-teertering on the vacuum-breathing brink,
where you fall with the weight of a single thought you think...
where laughing things rise to find they truly sink
and white on white on white on white is the color of my ink
I didn't pass through the tunnel; the tunnel passed through me;
death will not hesitate to come unseasonably...
It takes joy in coming unreasonably...
I remember death-I remember death, oh but yes:
I've bargained with that smug old merchant of rest
though that time is past, and I pretend we never met
you know what hasn't happened-will, onward, happen yet...
I no longer taunt the lion, nor will walk the edge.
I withdrew from the void that shimmers past the ledge,
But every morning when I wake
I see the shadows smile
I know that it is but his whim to bide a while...



What do I see, in the dusty mirror? Not a human being but a human error.

You know who...