| social candies curious the way sugar passes through hands of wrinkles to ones of smooths is he your daddy, 2nd daddy, third daddy or the one that pays your bills and strips your back that he clothes? how much was the price you yourself sold? a car, a few nights free at the bar the watch that counts the minutes of your leeched- away youth? |
| new - 4/3/02 the coffee table sessions |
| bitter wage so you decided to rent me here's my disclaimer: I'll treat you right if you pay me right I'll eat your sorrow then vomit your filth my hands can add or take away anything from your skin but I'm wearing gloves thick of emotions tossed away with your shedded sins because money is so dirty and you're no different so you decided to rent me have you read my disclaimer? |
| deep digging even though I contest and resist I try to force my ambition through my pores unlike those days when they laid naked to criticism and feeble to jade but now they run through my pulse like that familiar famine and need for touch it's been too long that I've done without my antidotes of dreams for my sickness of defeat and now I feel my suicide of emotions retreat no drugs needed for this euphoria I chew in my mouth and spill in my words |
| stuttered vision completion of me no longer a truncated line on my palm or a phrase on my tongue it's here that I've regained my balance and ceased falling into hazes and blurs scores of months that flipped my life in days |
| abruptly I'm poised for another revolution a coup of my surroundings that have always defined me the way my blood flows against my life the means by which I've brought myself to an end finally poised to begin again |
| wreak havoc it is an anarchy that tumbles in my steps chaotic stride and overrun pride I try to hold steady to the undulating beat my life, I've become no longer singular, but forever embodied I hold myself ready to take a step onto the lit path of illumination the culmination of what I've brought myself to |
| sonata sinking slowly into this lost melody that used to drive my steps no longer inept I've digested myself from what I've shed |
| green pedestals taken for a ride my emotions feel ill cruising backwards through what's never been mine forever to have, never to hold I've sunken into bitter juices that tan me jade |
| get swept up crossing paths looking back on rejected options and broken suns cut up truths and empty proof of my finished life and admited strife talking shit and taking it breaking hearts while falling hard crying loud I'm not too proud to limit myself to just one breath looking ahead with a heavy tread |
| beside me for the ride I'm his accomplice but I've resigned he's my partner in crmine and adamantly denies that any of our past culture still resides sunk into our bones and burnt into our minds of ecstatic nights and raving days all the things that that we've thrown away leaving those that we once held close |
| party never stops when's the next album coming out you hardcore rock star? have you still got a mind to write your lines? swirl me down into your beautiful world where I once saw G-d and hear his word that the night life is the right life why would you say goodbye? |
| please get here soon sweating through my fingers I thank him for his contact that's awakened senses grown stale abandoning pretenses that have failed to draw me into others' complicated harms and exhausted charms it's there that I remember the drug of touch the ecstasy of blush when my name is spoken through his smile eyes that drown deeply in my skin caressing me by his sight appreciating my mind knowing how beautiful flashes of electricity and impulses of thought can be, should be, will be even after my body has fallen into grooves wrinkles like words that describe my life and all the pleasures that we've craved and joined not only of body, but mostly of mind |
| the happy man's folly narcissistic intentions are the ultimate repulsions for decent boys and modest men |
| she keeps calling my inspiration has been emptied through sticky inks and I am again a vessel for my muse to conquer me and wreck me with her lyrics that speak in my words when she touches me she leads me down paths and fills my breaths with the words I would not speak she makes my melody unique while I hum her in notes that were left deep down in my soul |
| on this page are the results of deep digging, soul searching, general inspiration, reinvention and repossession of all the things that I feel I have lost and need to reclaim. keep scrolling down to see all the writings |
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| a striding confession I need to walk this out of my head I proposition my emotions what can I offer as wage days old skin, sallow sins a depleted heart, my passion's art a receded life, accomplished strife I intend to find out |