Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Gravity

Many people ask, "Why do we have to feel pain?"

The answer is, "You don't have to."

That, my friends, is your choice.



Everything in circulation, set in motion, time, its essence, literally life itself is a choice. Whether you live or die, although there is still a much singular higher power in control over this, the choice is still yours. Evidence that this is true is spread throughout our internet industry, magazines, leaflets, almost everywhere. How a man regains the strength of his legs after a horrible incident, coming back to the living breathing world after a coma, all kinds of recovery in the human body is largely based in our mental strength and power. The will of our minds make us who we are, and in its immense, unexplored vastness, therein lies our immortality.

I could be wrong in all this, but this is my theory.


Here I will reveal small secrets on the conditions of our minds, how, what makes us tick. Throughout all the studies, I dare to say that I have barely even begun to scratch the surface of the ultimate truth.

Behind, underneath, within our minds, our thoughts lie various layers of ourselves. Our limits, our potential, our weakness, our strengths, our 'buttons', our vulnerabilities . There are some or many of us who are aware of them, and being so, they find the different levels of the mind. The 1st conscience, the 2nd, 4rd, 4th, 5th and so on. It may be impossible to tell how many levels of consciousness the human race possesses, but one can try to guess. The first, is the conscience of our world. Color, shape, smell, basically, our 5 senses. Nothing more. The second is gently combined with the first, making it real, giving it weight, depth and understanding. The third, also combined with the second, thereby massing together with the first, is our ability to judge right from wrong, feelings that surround us, awareness, limited imagination, sense of direction, a small sign of our sixth sense. Although this varies in people, we somehow posses a sixth sense, although we are almost always unaware of it. The fourth, fifth and onwards are the ones that give a person character and attitude. This is hardly perceived by many, making them unaware by what force do they fancy something, someone, why they make choices. To sum it up, what makes up their engine is a complete mystery to many. Beyond the basic senses and conscience of the mind, lies our thinking souls, our demons, our fear.

The levels of conscience beyond the first three are rare. We all have it in ourselves, but we rarely ever learn to tap into it. The cause being, some are afraid of what they may find, others, not knowing how to. Or simply put, some are ignorant. They live life thinking there is no higher power, or they believe in fate, saying that things are meant to be and there is nothing they can do that will alter it. That attitude, is ultimate death. Acknowledging that you have no total control over anything in your life is to succumb to mortality, weakness. True, we are after all, mortals, but why make it so fragile? I will explain.

The other conscience is our imagination. It is a small tap into the near or distant future, the ability to differentiate things and know the reasons why they must be differentiated. The sixth sense gives you an instinct, some say, a gut instinct. The higher levels of conscience gives you the reason or makes you understand why you have these gut instincts. It doesn't leave you wondering why you do things for no reason, it brings you deeper into the world of your mind, expanding your horizon, seeing things in a different light, understanding things much better than the normal human being. You are aware of your every surrounding. You're senses are heightened, you feel more, you hear more, you see more. For example, ask a random person to look at a book and describe it. The basic human would tell you this:

"The book is thick. Written by Eric Matthews. The title is 'To Burn a Denver Bush'. Its cover is green."
There may be extra details, but this is not important.

But ask a person who is aware of his conscience and his surroundings, he will answer as such:

"Thick, yes, probably written when he was in the prime of his life. The hardcover suggests he meant this book as one of his better works, most probably protecting his experience in life, some of which he poured into this book. The color green also suggests that he liked to think that this book would bring hope, renew a persons understanding, that there still could be a chance of redemption. The title is vague, random, most probably a hidden meaning, something personal he experienced that affected his life, no matter on what scale. Eric Matthews, a strong family name, one of discipline, of tradition. Strong family ties. Yet the writer would have gone through a few rough patches, a vengeful ex girlfriend perhaps...... etc etc."

In short, this person is looking beyond the obvious, picking up probable ideas in the mist of his imagination. He may be completely wrong, and he may be absolutely right. You think this is impossible? It is not. We humans are all connected to each other, we have the same bodies, the same organs. There is nothing that makes us different. Only our judgement, our senses differ. But tap into the conscience, and all this will become crystal clear.

Till next time.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Purple Sunsets

I feel so alone sitting here.

Sometimes I feel like the movies I watch and the songs I listen to are the only friends I have that know my heart and my soul. They speak to me and listen to me. They comfort me when I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, they make me smile when I need cheering up, they keep me warm when I feel the chill of fear, they tell me stories that know one has heard before, they speak to me when I have no one to talk to. Without them I never would be able to get in touch with my true me. I love you, songs of joy, songs of tears, songs of faith...


Songs of me............

Monday, October 5, 2009

The Theme [1]

Almost instantly he missed the warmth of his dark room as he stepped out into the rain and into the dreary cold. Pulling his hood up, he turned the alley and walked to his car. He didn't like the rain so much today. Any other time, he would have gladly sat in the rain, smoking it away, deep in his own thoughts. But not tonight. The lights were on in the car lots, for that he was thankful. He lit a cigarette and took his time, drying off a bit before he unlocked the car doors, climbed in and started the engine. It purred, somehow telling him tonight it wasn't in the mood to run about in the muck. He was bored. He looked around the car, his eyebrows raised in childish humor as he spotted a pair of shades in the passenger seat. He smiled, slid them on, reached for the stereo, and listened for a while. Switching channels, he found that it was basically rubbish after 12 pm. He fumbled in the glove box for anything of interest and his hands rested on a disc. It was blank, he had no idea what was on it. Mumbling to himself, he put it on the stereo hoping it was something worth his time, something that suited his mood. It was. Malakai, he remembered it now. Smiling, he moved the car out of the shade and drove off.

He sat in the car, waiting. He was in another parking lot, this time without lights. It frustrated him slightly. He sat there waiting. It was early. The song and the rain made him forget time completely. Music pumped through steel and metal from the club across the lot, he had to turn up his own to ease the tension. He got ready. Patting down his pants, checking he had everything. He did. He always did. Hesitantly, he switched the engine off, stepped out of the car and slowly walked towards the flashing lights the club had on. The song still ran through his mind as he walked, he smiled, pulled down his hood. His shades were still on although it was dark, he just felt like keeping them on tonight. As he drew closer to the club, the girls recognized him and he them, all but one. This one was new, tall, voluptuous, fresh. He didn't like that. The girls looked down when he was at the entrance, but as he was about to enter, a hand stopped him. There were few things he detested in life, and this somehow was new to him. He usually got his way.
"Where ya think ya goin stud? This is for members only and you don't look like nothing of the sort."
She pushed him back.
"Beat it loser, now."
She was unaware of the looks the other girls were giving her. Stares of shock and horror. He saw them, and was amused somewhat. He stared at her through his glasses, saying nothing.
"What ya staring it huh? You like my tits?"
She grabbed her bosom and shook them.
"Like it yeah? Ain't no man the sort of ya will be coming near any tits."
She laughed, walked up to him and her leg swung up. If it had been a sport she would've hit some points, but no. She hit cold hard metal. There was a tiny crunch as she made contact, probably a bone or two crushed. There were gasps from the other girls. Hilarious now. But his anger flared. With a rush, he grabbed her throat, savagely choking her and slammed her into the wall behind her. As he held her, inch by inch, the knife hidden in the sleeves of his jacket crept toward her throat. Her eyes were fearless, but as she felt the blade prick her soft skin, her eyes were now defiant, with a hint of fear. His right hand was pressed to her belly, he mvoed it up to her chest and grabbed the soft perky flesh. It felt good under his skin. He moved closer to her and whispered in her ear.
"Not coming near any tits did ya say? Ironic isn't it?
Then he slowly slid his hands down her body, in between her legs. He felt her, smooth, silky. He tightened his grp, gently grabbing her. But her eyes had changed. No more defiant, no more fearless. Her eyes were scared as his hands felt her womanhood, his fingers prodding her though not entering her. He paused, looked into her eyes. He leaned forward again, closer.
"Virgin?"
She nodded, tears gathering in her eyes. He moved his hand away, placing it on her hip. In that second, by the will of madness, she had gone through him. Images rushed through his mind, feelings poured in, overflowed and ran empty. He noticed a girl beside him, Mary.
"Don't hurt her please. She's my little sister, she's all I got, please."
It was genuine. But he had never intended to hurt her. His job lay waiting, she had been a distraction, nothing more. He released his grip on the young one. She backed slightly away, breathing heavy. He turned to Mary.
"This is no place for someone so young. Why did you bring her here?"
"We don't have no place to stay for a bit. Times are hard y'know? We've been living up on Old Street, renting a place till I get sorted out. Or at least till I sort her out. I'm sorry, Dren, She didn't know who you are. I was going to say something but...."
"Forget it."
He stared at her, the young one, then turned to Mary again.
"Tell her to stay and wait for me till I get out. It won't be long."
Mary's eyes grew wide. He knew what she was thinking.
"Nothing of the sort Mary. Just tell her."
Mary nodded. He took one last glance at her, then went in.

The hardest thing about killing someone is that it's so easy. It's simple. Dealing with it is complicated to most, but for some, simple as well. He might as well be a machine. He got what he wanted. He exited he club, leaving it the same way he came in, music blaring, the real losers dancing their lives and money away. At the doors, the new shift of girls had taken over, they all knew him still and smiled fearfully at him. Jenny, one of the first girls he knew here, was a bit cheeky. She was standing further off from the doors, with her head cocked to one side, her eyes squinting at him, typical of her, just cheeky. She wasn't like the other girls, scared, she just lived her own life, didn't care about the rest. Feeling absurdly generous, he walked to her, handed her a small bag, ruffled her hair and turned to the lots. The bag contained at least a few hundred grand and a few pack of smokes he had grabbed off the victim. Without turning around she knew how she was reacting. First, wonder, second, shock, third, disbelief, fourth, amazement, fifth, probably gratitude, sixth? He didn't care. She needed it more. Her heard her heels clanking, running to wards him. He smiled as he turned around. She jumped on him, planting sloppy kisses all over his face, thanking him profusely. He looked at her as she looked at him, then they kissed. There was no emotion whatsoever of the romantic sort. It was just pure pleasure. Knowing that there are people in this world that look out for you is pleasure enough.

He looked around for the young one and spotted her. She was leaning with her leg up the wall some distance away from the club, near his car. She saw him, and he beckoned her to get in. As he watched her, he saw how beautiful she was. Her make up was messy, it made her look attractive somehow. As they got in the car, he knew she was still scared. Her older sister had probably told her who he was and what he might to do them both if she hadn't done what she was told. The fact she actually waited for him meant she had heard of him, but just did not know what he looked like. It was a reputation he wasn't proud of, but it just happened to be that way. He turned the music back on, turned it down, and drove off again, into the chilly morning and the heavy rain.

She was looking out the window, quiet. They hadn't said a word since they had left. He wasn't headed home, or anywhere. He wanted to drive. He wanted to think.
"Hungry?"
She jumped a little when he spoke, he almost burst out laughing at that. But he remained quiet. Stealing a peek, she looked almost awed at his question.
"Well? Are ya?"
"A little yeah..."
"Any place you'd like to have something? Anything, just name it."
She just looked at him in disbelief.
"Err, burgers. Yeah..."
"Burgers it is. There's a place at Winsley, called Splosh or something, good big burgers."
They were quiet again.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Pushy

Sometimes I feel like i'm falling down
Looking to the day that I skip this town
Learning much more about this cup and crown
Watching the colors of the lonely ground

I sit at home and I wonder why
Time is so slow but it passes by
Lost is the feeling but we cant deny
There's nothing' else so we gotta try

The people that I meet day by day
They really got nothing else to say
That in the end the skies turn grey
No matter what I do, come what may

Is hope a feeling, a plight or word?
It's something amazing so I've heard
It could be messy, it could get weird
But that's something that we've always feared

Together this world could be a home
Learning that we can't leave anyone alone
After all these years we know we've grown
A place you and I can call our own


Inspired by Lemon Jelly - Pushy

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Hangar

...what are you thinking of
what are you doing
what do you think you can do
what you are
what you do
looking out at
ripples on the dance floor
what do you mean
is what you get
did you forget to know
what the end is
to begin
clearing
looking out
at ripples on the dance floor

dream machine
did you get
everything you asked for
dream machine
rattlesnake
a charm on the dance floor

love's rage
broken page
electric lights
and glass bone nights
electric lines run
through your minds
distractions with radio contraptions
pipe ashes
night glasses
tick tock
hear the wind lick
the window
ignited
you're invited
grow wings
sprouting from the backbone

dream machine
mister jones
you don't know what you came for
dream machine
rattlesnake
a charm on the dance floor

we are like those two
mirrors
steaming in the rain
we are those two
lovers
holding each other's hands
dream
with me
rattlesnake
a charm on the dance floor...

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Approach

What do dreams mean?

They are a manifestation.



The worst is when they start to become real.

Auchswitz

We're nearing the time.


When it all falls apart and everything will cease to exist. A constant fear, a heavy heart, the unrelenting doubt in our minds. What do we fear? For us who know the answers to our own pain, we are afraid of nothing. We are the future, we are redemption.

We are salvation.

Do you believe? I do not. How sad the image is of misconception, of denial. We are far from here yet we are so close in spirit. We do not want to come back.
There is no hope.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Lights, In Ember

I watched time tick slowly by this morning. I listened to the words in my head. I switched on lights then switched them off. I opened the windows, looked out, was blinded by ignorance and then closed them.

No human throbbing with blood needs convincing. You are your own answer. But when you seem them lurking behind every image, it makes me cringe in fear. No, not fear.

Disgust.



There was a tug on my shirt as I stared out into the misty sky. Looking down, I see dark green eyes brimming with tears that look like raindrops.
"Can we go now? I don't like it here daddy."
His lips tremble slightly, I hold him close, my arm pulling him gently to me.
"Yes my son, we can go now. Come....."
With a last look at the incoming gloom, our feet swiftly move away, a dust cloud gathering behind us.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Forever

Funny how a happy song that makes your feet move and your body bounce about also gets your eyes tearing.


I was surprised. Though the first time I watched it, I was laughing while the tears welled up in the corners and slowly trickled down my cheeks. But I was happy then.
Now, I just feel a wee bit lonely. When you're old you start to wish you did things differently, did the things you didn't before. A bit late now. I miss the simple fun, I sorta just wanna get out and relax and talk about the silliest and most serious things at once and be really happy about it. I really miss it.
For smiles....






The rooms were dark, but the house wasn't empty. He sat alone in the soft leather chair, his drink beside him on the table, getting warmer as time passed by slowly. Song after song played quietly in the background, wasn't paying attention. Frustrated, he got up, looked about the house. Walking into his room, he threw open the cupboard and lazily flipped through his wardrobe. His eyes rested on a dark suit in the back, he'd completely forgotten it even existed. With a smile he took it out, admired it, and grinned. His ears caught the beat in the hall, it was the right suit.
Minutes later, walking down the street in his dark suit, his spirit was jolly and light, but the heart heavy. Again his ears caught the familiar beat of a song, he looked up and saw the club with its lights gently flashing. It was the right time.
He crossed over, smiled at the bouncer, flashed him his ID, got a big smile, a slap on the back and groans from the queue. He stepped in back into his favorite lighting; dark, but gentle bright. He smiled, moved to the bar top, winked at the bartender, got a drink, gulped it down and moved right over to the dance floor. His heart was heavy. But it was the right song.
He was dancing alone, moving in time with the beat, people were looking at him, he was confident, but it was just his silent despair, his attempt at memory.


Then someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around and stared into eyes that seemed so familiar. Those eyes stared right back at him. They both smiled, danced their dance, encouraged by the crowd that had slowly begun to surround them. It was the right time, it was the right suit, it was the right song.....

It was the right friend.

Monday, July 6, 2009

12 Years And....

There isn’t much I haven’t shared
With you along the road
And through it all there’d always be
Tomorrow’s episode
Suddenly that isn’t true
There’s another avenue
Beckoning the great divide
Ask no questions, take no side
Who’s to say who’s right or wrong
Whose course is braver run
Still we are, have always been
Will ever be as one
What is done has been done for the best
Though the mist in my eyes might suggest
Just a little confusion about what I’ll lose
But if I started over I know I would choose
The same joy the same sadness each step of the way
That fought me and taught me that friends never say
Never say goodbye
Suddenly that isn’t true
There’s another avenue
Beckoning, the great divide
I would choose
The same joy the same sadness each step of the way
That fought me and taught me that friends never say
Never say goodbye
Never say goodbye

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Tale 1

"What do you think?"
He paused for a moment. The night lights shone quietly in the streets, the crowd at the corner alive with activity. They had tracked her here, but it was not the time.
"No, not yet. She won't come without trouble. And, look at that one."
Merkain looked, his eyes shaarpening, adjusting to the distance.
"One of the Dregnars. No way we can....."
He gave a quick glance at Merkain. He stole a small grin in his direction. He didnt know. Everything was not the time, but when?
"Maybe. Not tonight. He won't know where we come from. Especially not me. Not a single thing. Come, we enter."
Merkain looked uneasy.
"Don't worry, not tonight, like I said. Come, hurry."
They moved out of the shadows and walked calmy towards the line. The Dregnar caught their movement and stared them down unsure of their sudden appearance. But it didn't last for long. Merkains' partner whispered to him for a split second, then they were led into the club despite the protests from the crowd. There was something special about him.
She was already inside surrounded by her admirers. She was a beautiful one. She did not notice their presence.
"You will wait here."
The Dregnar disappeared into the crowd for a moment, lost. He reappeared motioning for them to follow. They were led up to the second floor into a small dark room full of smoke with glass windows. Sitting by the window on a chair with its back turned to them was a handsome fellow, his eyes covered by dark glasses.
"What brings you here?"
"You know."
"She is here then?"
"Yes."
He pointed her out to the man. He slowly removed his glasses showing tired eyes that somehow were full of wisdom and thoughts. He stared at her.
"I didn't expect it to be so soon. What will you do?"
"You need to leave. She has not been warned of our presence yet."
The man was suprised. He looked at him, at Merkain then back at him.
"Impossible! She is way more....."
"She may, she may not be."
"But there's two of you! Certainly it's almost impossible to cloak the both of you from such....."
"Enough! If impossibility is such a worship among your kind, it's a shame your kind has survived this long."
Anger flashed in the mans eyes and then suddenly they were sad.
"I will speak to my master of you and how you have helped me and my kin numerous times. You will be rewarded well."
"I need no reward from you or any other being. Bu there is a greater purpose for all of us, and in time, I hope, all of it will come to light. Now, you must leave. She has begun to yearn for you."
The man turned around eyeing the crowd for her, unsure of his decision.
"Now Reknov, go! Before it is too late!"
The man moved to go. But before he took his leave, he grasped his hand in gratitude then left, accompanied by his guards.
"Will she come here?"
"No...She will have felt him no more. She must move away and regain her understanding. She suspects a higher power, and she is confused by it."
Merkain was confused himself. He was awed by this mystery, this all knowing being.
"Now it is our turn to go. We have much to do, much to learn."
"Yes, I agree. The night is young."
He grinned at Merkain.
"For many tonight, it has become very, very old."

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Port 8

I sing the loney songs
All hopes and hungering
Less than love, of brute desire
Yet your life goes on
I give in to the flesh
Nightscope on candle light
I feast upon the soul
Then you to start to realise
And no more whisperings
Intoxicate the night
Entice the desperate
With merchant lights
I can wade into the rain
Lust greed and sky
Once the moon illuminates
Can never die

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Fall

Never thought I'd feel again
Feel the darkness fade and see the morning sun arise
Never thought I'd feel alive again
Senses dull and blunt from all the lies

Now, when I hold your face so close to mine
I see a place where the sun will shine, with you it is divine

Looking down into those eyes, I know, I'll be lost and never found again
Kiss me once and I will surely melt and die
kiss me twice and I will never leave your side...(if) Dreams Come True

Do I dare to trust this time?
Ooh, the Bells of Fortune, will I ever hear them chime?
Only those who have been burned before
Truly know the meaning of Hell's flaming core

I was the brooding night and you were dawn
Saving me, for I was forlorn, in your light I am reborn

Looking down into those eyes, I know, I'll be lost and never found again
Kiss me once and I will surely melt and die,
Kiss me twice and I will never leave your side...(if) Dreams Come True

Then, when the walls are breaking down on us,
When all we see is misery will you still believe in me?

Looking down into those eyes, I know, I'll be lost and never found again
Kiss me once and I will surely melt and die,
Kiss me twice and I will never leave your side,
Until the sign of winter, always by your side....(Dreams Come True)

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Full Measure

I am an insane man.


I fear the worst as truth shines through slowly. I know where the answers lie. But the road over is hard. There are things I have to do that will be unforgivable. This unknown to many people, if not all, is my only salvation. I have wandered far from my faith, done things I should have not. Dedicated a part of my life to the darker side, and each time I step into the light, it hurts and I know in my heart that I must return. If I ever want forgiveness, redemption, happiness and success in my life, I must go back. I have admitted defeat and now my mind is a blur.

I have asked many a time to many a person, "Would you kill others to save yourself?".
That is the question I am faced with today. And my answer is the same as is was before...







Yes........

Friday, June 5, 2009

Roads Are Getting Nearer

I play this song when I fear the worst. Because when it grows dark, when the wind hastens on the flat barren plain, I need that reality.


It came to me in time all but when I was a young child. It asked for my name, I told it I was called Suffering. I dared fate and asked for its name. It told me it was Pain. There and then I embraced it, calling him Saviour and My Love for Pain and Suffering walk hand in hand on lonely roads and red drenched hardships. I now call it, 'Him'.

He held me close and told me of dark secrets. He brought me to the edge of the world and showed me the treachery of all that lived. I swallowed it into myself, and beheld the true wonders of humanity. But in it's pleasure and mine, I lost my ever singing soul. In exchange for understanding, I gave away the true self.

And here I stand on crimson paths, the gloom of the world passing by, a grey dawn and its darkening age, the slow decay of human reason, the faith lost with the hot wind. Trust a slipping memory. I asked him how I would survive each passing day and henceforth. He smiled at me with glowing eyes and told me that he would help me day by day as he saw fit. The story of my maker.
I fall into misery and confusion, I feel depression and opression. I want it to end, this limitless vision. I want everything to end, this pain and suffering. For I only want to be with him and no one else. I want to breathe no more. Bleed no more, beat no more. For all that persists now is lies and betrayal.





I have to keep him alive. My master, my saviour, my all and my life.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Never A Frown

Everytime I see a page, I get that heart-skipping feeling.


My flesh turns cold, eyes begin to blur out, hands start shaking, tummy gets bumpy, breathing gets a little more harder with each breath I take. It's a fear, an old evil that won't ever go away. I'm scared and not prepared. Although I say I am, if it came back, I would go insane.
No. Wait...
I'm petrified.

Cause I know what i'll do...

I don't intend to let anyone get away that easy anymore.





"If ya find someone that annoys the shit out of you, someone that everyone really hates, kill him. So what, you get caught, worth the consequence. View yourself as a hero, you saved all the rest, the people that couldn't stand him either. Oh well, you get out someday."

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Chek Chah

They made it simple and clear.


But somehow along that dotted line, everything went pear shaped. We're sitting back, eyebrows raised, just waiting a while, really wondering what's next this time.
Nope, not my thing.
We shake our heads, close the door, light it up and try heading down the long road south. The predictability is hilarious. Disappointment in many forms.



I thought I saw my old brown shoe, but when asked, I yelled : "That ain't mine!".

Monday, May 11, 2009

Honey Lemons On Red Chairs

Sometimes we look back at the things we've done, people we knew, we wonder so much about it.




They would ask me, where are you now?

I'm in my gloomy corner. No one touches me here. I don't wanna be near anyone or anything. I feel like i'm still very much alone in my very own world. I might have put myself there, but what else could I do? My thoughts are so different, so deep, so complex, no one has yet been able to fathom what I am day by day. How sad. When the times are like these, the world around me moves in slow motion, you see the faces of people around you wrinkle and fade, frown and cringe. You hear the silent pleas of help, the whispers of pain that they feel. Why am I here? I try so hard to be normal, but when i'm alone, I never really am. My thoughts, visions come flooding in, I feel so helpless.
Do you know what this feels like?

It feels like im dying. Day by day, bits of me get blown into the wind. Nothing much anyone can do.




I'm waiting to die.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Ron Lina. D

Love will abide, take things in stride
Sounds like good advice but there's no one at my side
And time washes clean love's wounds unseen
That's what someone told me but I don't know what it means.

Cause I've done everything I know to try and make you mine
And I think I'm gonna love you for a long long time

Caught in my fears
Blinking back the tears
I can't say you hurt me when you never let me near
And I never drew one response from you
All the while you fell all over girls you never knew
Cause I've done everything I know to try and make you mine
And I think it's gonna hurt me for a long long time

Wait for the day
You'll go away
Knowing that you warned me of the price I'd have to pay
And life's full of flaws
Who knows the cause? Living in the memory of a love that never was
Cause I've done everything I know to try and change your mind
and I think I'm gonna miss you for a long long time
Cause I've done everything I know to try and make you mine
And I think I'm gonna love you for a long long time.



I turned in on the music
Circled back down to 2nd Avenue
And met with myself
Even though it seemed like it lasted till sunrise
I was then young and old
Made magic with the simple shillings
Footsteps on cobwebs
Mother crying alone in her kitchen
Men down in dark rooms
Splatter of bread and sinew
Sadness all around when we pass
Down to 2nd Avenue
The people sit and stare
Jokes whenever we're quiet
Bad pots of luck when the clouds dried
The books lay untouched
The curtains smelling of love
But then blows in the wind
Then it's all gone away
On vacations to southern shores
Wayfarring hikers on a winter mission
Flute plays still striking the songs high
we're playing, we're playing
Soon yet goodbye
Always singing from here to 2nd Avenue
I'll see you
I saw you
Dusty, misty news sliding under the mail
Spirits of the west making us live true
Believing all we can ever see
I'll see you when I cross over and step aside
I'll help you
Unborn sweet child.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Heaven Holes

I talk to you everyday
But you never have anything nice to say
You melt my heart with pain
Saying there really is nothing to gain
You make me aware of the silence around
But then leave me sometimes alone without a sound
You came to me with words of hate
Now the more I watch, a little of everyones soul I take
I sink into my darkest places
While you stand over me making faces
You never leave me alone
Always your spiteful tone
Ringing in my ears over and over
Then I sit and watch with you, the world moving so much slower
You tell me of things that I never knew
Im afraid, but I'm in love with you
But why haunt me when im so fragile
Because you know I never smile
I am love and fate
You are destiny and hate
Yes, I am no longer a beating being
This chest I bear no longer heaving
Emotions, you once told me, is death
Take it in once, and you'll have nothing left
But what am I doing when im mad and sick
I watch time and thse moments tick
I am insane with pain and jealousy
If you dont understand that, you never knew me

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Black Birds I Recognise

I made coffee in the morning
Sat out lunch then laid down in mourning
Children beside the porch
Make peaceful screams as they burn and scorch
I keep the doors locked and open
Whenever they ask, I pretend nothings about to happen
Packets of red scattered all over the floor
Each passing year, the yellow people yearn for more
Once a week without much time to share
I meet my age with tons of tobacco to spare
We call the calling but it's no use
Images a pastime trying to confuse
Shivers past the bright moon
Walking back a persistant thought about each rune
Back again wishing the darkness will empty
But awake with a grin forever grumpy
Stills of undead and sounds of gunfire
I cower in clothes of metal, awaiting me outside a terrible liar
I tried a save, but came out cold
Now I sit on feathers typing out what could unfold
A book with my name on books
Tearing out love with pirates hooks
It's a failure when the sun strikes the sky
For from then onwards time will quickly fly
Less than 2 but more than 1
Somewhere someone dies by a gun
Welcome to the morning without sleep
We'll say goodbye when the devils maker we soon will meet

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Eieiree

Yes, I am a man
Hanging loose skin on a midnight stand
Give yourself anything, a dream
You'll find yourself in a room filled with steam
Thinking of thoughts
Standing inside with flowers out of their pots
Burning the letters of words
Running after sundrop birds
I feel the people
Read the sermons from towns steeple
High and low
Looking down into deaths pillow
Sorrow deep with keys of purple water
Lennards asleep on tea awake with our sister
I think you know when to stop to start
Then I turn around in bed with a broken heart
These words I write
To hold me naked and slippery tight

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Cantara

Look in the right places and you can find every answer there is.
Even the reason why humans are this predictable.




I hear the twinkle listen
The soft beats and booming feet
Enchanting rhymes slither closer
Move me, glide past
The claws are darker this bright early midnight day
Beat
Doom
Harsh
Closer
It's the shuffle of ghostly feet
The shadow of anger clinging closer
Over me
Whispers I cannot deny
Light fades, faith diminishes
Strength, the will, vanishes into the bright red silky air
Belief and knowledge are no more
But still a small certainty
The twitch, the rush
Its power over me
I hear her voice, I hear the drums, I hear the spells
I see her, I see the drums, I see the spells
And then
I wake no more