This Is How I Really feel
I can't be left alone anymore
Common courtesy says
Lets live and let live
But without you I fall short
Dark
It's hard looking for an escape
With tunnel vision
While there are freight trains
And bats overhead
Cavernous, carniverous
Abrupt and faulty.
The Body
I am a cell
Trying to force my way through any entryway I can
To your heart
Your core
Trying to get past the shallow decencies
Of your finger tips
The base of your spine
The taste of your mouth
Pulsating through your life lines
The body was always just a metaphor
1984
"They could not alter your feelings; for that matter you could not alter them yourself, even if you wanted to. They could lay bare in the utmost detail everything that you had done or said or thought; but the inner heart, whos workings were mysterious even to yourself, remained impregnable."
-George Orwell's 1984
Little Shards of Lovely
I wish I could take that piece of you
That makes me smile
And bundle it up inside
Yes I'd bundle it up inside
And bring it out every once and a while
Take a look at the little shards of lovely
My own secret jar of stars and fireflies
And maybe not completely
But at least a little, you make me happy
When I carry that little bit of you around with me
I go about without you quite contently
Night Walk
Safety with a black dog who walks me
The wind whips my hair and rocks my thoughts
With an unusual chill for this tropical place
And it is dark
Lamplights buzz and glow yellow
With their rainbows and glimmer in the corners of my eyes
I often watch my shadow
Or glance quickly,
Sheepishly
Into back lit windows
I imagine it's a movie of old America:
Tan fur carpets, beer bottles and faux wood paneling.
And the 'claps' of my sneakers on the pavement
Oh Sweet Honey
I think I know something
Which you do not
About happiness
And freedom
But I promise you I only learned it tonight
And it's a late one, belated, unrelated, contimplated...
But found
Oh Lord...it is found
I fought my chest to allow me to fight
All writhed up in bitterness
Untangled and unsheathed
And the motherly concious inside of me said
"hunny, you glow when you let go, no more hanging on"
Even the little bits that I wanted to growl at
That my stomach turned knots at
I want to be able to stand as a confident girl
With love in her heart
No matter what you've done to me
That's what I've been taught
And exactly what I'm striving to be
Blink Blink
Crossing back to a blinking fade away
This is restless romantics
Useless verbage and abusive antics
Never finding courage because you're all about the pain
Go dig yourself some pittiful destruction
Not Gonna Lie
I was shivering where I sat today
And I wished there was someone to lean into
Futility is Flat
I will flatten myself against the shore
I am only a cloth
A sliver, or a piece of tile
Broken off from it's ceiling hideaway
I have nothing in consistancy
I will wash away and fade
One slip into the vast beyond
And I will be gone
Angel of Eve
I danced one eve
On blades lit by the winking of stars
I shall not be seen
I am white like the beams of the heavens
And only the dearest love
With a soul for love and longing
Could look upon my being
Look, a precious creature
He would say
Her feet have lifted lightly my heart
And her eyes turned upwards my soul
And serenely I did sway in the cacophony of sound
Caught by the wild things of the cool twilight eve
The Last Time I Cried
I remember it all like with a cold sweat
Dreary mornings and sunless mists
This was the end of the world
At least all my young body knew
And you were walking away like a king from a begger
I was nothing, I was dirty and poor
You looked at me once with pitty and embarrasment
And you walked away
If you could whisper something with nobody hearing
It would be you were sorry for my state
But you can't help the pleasure you have
You can't help your wealth or your glory
So I'll just have to suffer the pain
And I'd spit to the side, I'd spit out my grief
I wont cry for you anymore
Drunk
And so another sleepless night begins
With whisky and raw skin
Being drunk on lust seems to be the most ungratifying thing
Because you're all burnt up with passion
All dizzy with the thoughts of love
And all that you stumble upon is another empty one
She's bubbling with desire and empty of anything to give
She's full of unhappiness and you're drinking it in
She's restless and fitfull
Lost of anything you first thought
She's not a warm body or a beating heart
She's cold and bitter and withering apart
Air
I have felt a sudden release
An exposure to cleaner air
Filth...Us
Here is my discontent
My deep consuming ache the drives my heart to belief
That those pockets of money and material things
Are ripped and dirty
Falling and pouring out into the emptiness of space
Wealth is contamination
I am floored by the deepness of the children's eyes
Who stand decrepit in their young age
Some hardened, overwhelmed by the pain and severity they face
And their tears will fall unnoticed
And I can't help but question your morality
So when they are sent away and sold
Beaten and raped
Bloated with starvation and debilitated from lack of anything good
Their body inside and out is soiled with the quality of what they have
They stand alone in masses of the dead
And live in area's run dry of love
We have not got it
This is not what we are supposed to do
We are wrong and sick with greed
We are not supposed to live comfertably
When you feel discontent that is the baggage you must carry
These things wont fill you, they are damaging and corrupt
I pray for a violent outrage of shame and regret
This world is tilted wrong
And we are falling into pits of leftovers and filth
And I don't want to be standing up right any longer
I want to be on my knees
Light vs. Dark
There is one undeniable truth
That has seemed to slip through the cracks
A fallout of ambition
Deriving from varying states of conciousness
Or even a heightened sense of such
If your contemplative edge is taking away
You are merely one sitting alone
Staring off into the oblivion of infinity
Your humanity is small
Like a child in the night
It's all the same where there is no light
Spirit
I am captured within my destructive habits
Slowly eating apart my body and my spirit and degrading the fullness that I am
Crippling me so I can no longer stand
Bent and shivering
With the growing nothingness that I have let fill my being
God you are pure
Sweet spirit, purge and fill
My emptiness, revived in you
Me
I love those huge sighs of relief
That are intoned with the feeling of
Yes, I am me, content and completely
The Street Walking man
I dreamt of a weathered man last night
Rambling his way down a windswept street
Talking his way around the corners of main and third
Hole speckled gloves embraces his fingers
And raw blisters cement his feet
His eyes are vacant of welcome and peace
They are just crystal holes that reflect that sky
He collects things, such as autumn leaves, and forgotten keys
Holding them in his woolen mane
Arousing questions of futility
Or, as dared by some, a life-string of simplicity.