Outside of time
(and the system of order
we inherited)
our souls have blended
(we flow together perfectly)
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
REMEMBER
How our spirits...
and the taste of our...
and if you let me I will heal you
(bare your wounds to me)
and if you will forgive me my shadows
(flashes of darkness)...
I swear I will take your pain if I can
let my body endure it
(let my heart burst from it)
I have been fragile
I have been broken
(but I never BREAK)
Solid as a perfect train
on rickety tracks
You may wish for me to leave
(but I will not leave you)
Flawed as I am
I am your friend
(perfect as the light is, that I never show)
you know the secret way to my heart
(because you are that way)
How our spirits...
and the taste of our...
and if you let me I will heal you
(bare your wounds to me)
and if you will forgive me my shadows
(flashes of darkness)...
I swear I will take your pain if I can
let my body endure it
(let my heart burst from it)
I have been fragile
I have been broken
(but I never BREAK)
Solid as a perfect train
on rickety tracks
You may wish for me to leave
(but I will not leave you)
Flawed as I am
I am your friend
(perfect as the light is, that I never show)
you know the secret way to my heart
(because you are that way)
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Since I've let everything go already
(a golden being cut through the doggleganger
of myself somewhere in a strange Asian
dystopia, with a sword brighter than the sun)
Since all that is gone
(and there is nothing left to fear)
I can hold onto you if I want to
(let your soul slide next to mine)
I will be your home
(a golden being cut through the doggleganger
of myself somewhere in a strange Asian
dystopia, with a sword brighter than the sun)
Since all that is gone
(and there is nothing left to fear)
I can hold onto you if I want to
(let your soul slide next to mine)
I will be your home
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
The wild times
(destined to survive
past alive and so high
we didn't know how to die)
I lift my mug to every smash and blow
to the wrecks and blood and oil
(we burned it all)
the smoke and fire
(starin' down the devil)
I musta been a good dancer
to dodge all them bullets
don't believe in cash don't
believe in death don't believe
in government don't believe
in contracts don't
believe in bombs
don't believe in progress
don't believe in
insurance, don't believe in
security
don't believe in Liberals
(sometimes I like country music)
I like drinkin too much caffiene
I like rock n roll on the radio
and an engines roar between my legs
and I like my aloneness with my gods
and I could let go of everything in this world
I could let go of my life and my mind and my ego
and a comet could come and blow this whole thing away
(and for me that would be okay)
but I'll never let go of you
(destined to survive
past alive and so high
we didn't know how to die)
I lift my mug to every smash and blow
to the wrecks and blood and oil
(we burned it all)
the smoke and fire
(starin' down the devil)
I musta been a good dancer
to dodge all them bullets
don't believe in cash don't
believe in death don't believe
in government don't believe
in contracts don't
believe in bombs
don't believe in progress
don't believe in
insurance, don't believe in
security
don't believe in Liberals
(sometimes I like country music)
I like drinkin too much caffiene
I like rock n roll on the radio
and an engines roar between my legs
and I like my aloneness with my gods
and I could let go of everything in this world
I could let go of my life and my mind and my ego
and a comet could come and blow this whole thing away
(and for me that would be okay)
but I'll never let go of you
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Am I a good enough author
to write you into my life
(or am i trying vainly to write you out of
a script that was always yours)
(the sub-continent years are a sub-textual, semi conscious
layer of me now...
projections and mirror images
collapse back into themselves
wrought with simulacra
we ravage whatever point of contact
dies between us)
Remember the shotgun weddings and
happy endings?
The gilded gloss
The spines rot out of classics somewhere in the
haunted library
of my empty ancestors
(sell the silver
sell the gold
Empty the
Tome)
to write you into my life
(or am i trying vainly to write you out of
a script that was always yours)
(the sub-continent years are a sub-textual, semi conscious
layer of me now...
projections and mirror images
collapse back into themselves
wrought with simulacra
we ravage whatever point of contact
dies between us)
Remember the shotgun weddings and
happy endings?
The gilded gloss
The spines rot out of classics somewhere in the
haunted library
of my empty ancestors
(sell the silver
sell the gold
Empty the
Tome)
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
She wants to know why we are outlaws
(ain't everything under the sun free & on its
own)
and their ain't no law
or bible
or church
or gun
that can pin my soul down
(and I'm wild like an animal and I ain't
never listened to no one)
(but I am gentle with her and
she can tell me things and I listen)
Cause it don't make me not free to
stay with this angel
(sorta makes me fly and gain the power of
all things)
(ain't everything under the sun free & on its
own)
and their ain't no law
or bible
or church
or gun
that can pin my soul down
(and I'm wild like an animal and I ain't
never listened to no one)
(but I am gentle with her and
she can tell me things and I listen)
Cause it don't make me not free to
stay with this angel
(sorta makes me fly and gain the power of
all things)
Sunday, November 14, 2010
All my friends shine like the sun
(and they sound like records from the 70’s)
And they ride like outlaws
(and they sing like angels)
And they love like pagans
(and they pray like rockstars)
And they fly like eagles
And they punch like sailors
(and they rob like jesse james)
And they give everything away
And they smile like cathedrals
And they burn all their books
And they fall down like poems
And they rise up like spring-time
Friday, November 12, 2010
I wish you knew about
(the magic that I know)
It's not because she is beautiful
(and she is more beautiful than summer)
Or that her mind is a river of wishes come true
(because she sparkles like stars reflected in night water)
She could tell you about how her soul sings up into
the spheres
(but you wouldn't be able to listen)
And how her wings spread just like an angels
(but you wouldn't be able to see them)
And every word that comes out of her mouth caresses
my soul like honey
(but you wouldn't be able to feel them)
No one notices the gods anymore
(the magic that I know)
It's not because she is beautiful
(and she is more beautiful than summer)
Or that her mind is a river of wishes come true
(because she sparkles like stars reflected in night water)
She could tell you about how her soul sings up into
the spheres
(but you wouldn't be able to listen)
And how her wings spread just like an angels
(but you wouldn't be able to see them)
And every word that comes out of her mouth caresses
my soul like honey
(but you wouldn't be able to feel them)
No one notices the gods anymore
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
& what about this paradise we
create every time we touch
every time we breath in the fragrance of
each others souls
(and I was communicating with you in
spirit all summer long...
and I rode with you and I slept with you
in my dreams...)
and I spoke with my totem animals
for you
(and she came...that fierce proud creature
gently crossed my path (to let us know)
before retreating back into her
magic solitude)
and everything is magic about you my
love
every glance
every breath
every heartbeat
I want your heart to beat with mine
create every time we touch
every time we breath in the fragrance of
each others souls
(and I was communicating with you in
spirit all summer long...
and I rode with you and I slept with you
in my dreams...)
and I spoke with my totem animals
for you
(and she came...that fierce proud creature
gently crossed my path (to let us know)
before retreating back into her
magic solitude)
and everything is magic about you my
love
every glance
every breath
every heartbeat
I want your heart to beat with mine
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