| Eleven to Seven Awake without sleeping, a void without dreaming Two households without dignity. I have destroyed the intricate pattern, and here I lie, awake. Deception, the key to reality, we all live alone, as long as humans are seperate entities. trickery, so shall it be a warm hole only fills the void for so long, Travis. People put together like a puzzle once it's finished it's all pulled apart and thrown in a separate box, anyway |
| Bureau It doesn't take a politician to speak Brain twisted, damaged and abused I speak to her, see, cause I'm just amused At how easily she's bruised, manipulated and used And confused; I pray daily for clarity If I knew what I was, I could avoid this disparity If I knew what he was, I would have a mind for some decency Then I could live on my own, something I haven't done recently I could go there and speak, or stand holding by breath I could see him and smile, or hide just like the rest I could see hold him and die, like I suspect I might do I could swallow my pride, and take a chance on you |
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| Insomnia The little man running marathons in my brain mostly when i'm trying to escape won't stop until I type and then in the cool down lap, he winks at me and runs some more. |
| Edgy the face of the earth has shown itself and she has fallen off can we be there to catch her? or will she continue falling forever ... |
| Waking dreams make for horrific nightmares. Who cares who knows, anyway? The frightening thought is not that no one gives a fuck...it's that someone does. Wishing that enlightenment weren't the only way to gratitude, I stagger past their knowing glances. Oh, to remember who held the camera. |
| Freedom Picture this: A house on haunted hill ... hill .. hill Three words, different dialects. Three naive cultures joining blindly on a point closer to God, who, by any other name, remains the same. We all believe in something, we just give it different names. |
| Four letter word Hurried love is no love at all. Convienence for the sake of safety is no help to me. Love for comfort is the downfall of society. We must live on the edge of our comfort zone, taking baby steps to the war. And he digresses: "Who knows that tomorrow brings in a world where few hearts survive? All I know is the way I feel, and it's real ..." I could make him happy. |
| Something (I'm not the only one) You walk around in circles in my head, like the ring on my finger replacing the commitment I couldn't give you. |
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| Flicker As I sit here, candle light and you in my mind I wait, as a child for its mother, to hear your voice And through the words with dagger pain - I am a little unsteady imagining the smile on your face. |
| Waves Soaring high above the ocean of our separation the cold, bright sun winks at me. He knows why I've come. Only in a time of returning madness - infinite princes imprisoned, inamorate. I could fly for hours in your arms but only if you'll have me My vast imperfections, once overbearing, pale compared to the expectant fear in my nagging, child-like voice. The answer we are searching for may be lost in the waves; I believe you are more willing - perhaps able - to swim the distance than I. My youth and inexperience may fail you wildly ... But I will know in our time alone. |
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| The Smell of Colors A rainbow of birds soar, dart and flitter through the intense Hawaiian breeze that strides through the veranda door and pushed my hair back from my face. The rain dazzles to the earth; the smell of erotic flowers, freshly picked fruit eachoes from the shops below, drawing me slowly to the window. Looking down at the passengers of this Polenesian street, their ways remind me of bold tattoos, strong shouldered personality slow cool smiles ... you. Everything takes me to that day, your voice, your laugh ... so caught up. I pray I were one of these flitting birds for only then could I end my fear of falling. |
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