some writings
Reading the woes of days long past
inspires blues and greys and blacks...
The acid in my pits forces me to fast..
All these reveloutions keep taking place on tracks...
Now the track's been repaired and altered,
and a new train rides to a brand new town..
A destination far from where once i faultered-
which means no promises I won't leave without a frown.
But if I'm not tough, what's the point?
If I sat back afraid, what progress could I make?
I wait to hear her soothing words, for they annoint,
wash away my worry, make my day... please fill me 'till I brake.
I close my eyes at whatever time my day ends...
cycling through the days memories of friends.
But when I see your face, a countless stream
of pictures and places, you're like a distant dream.
I see a faint shot of your eyes, body, and expression..
recalling when we'd heat up the world and make eachother scream,
our voices muffled through my feathers' repression...
Just a swift recolection to get me to grin.
Ups and downs, perspectives and conversation
laying alone and breathing easy, reflections abound
beating down boredom, beating myself until exasperation
That's chill though, i love to just remember the sound...
I wrote this earlier today:
Sunshine comes in strange rays…
I chase after the sun, but to no avail...
and the burns swell red, melt and peel to reveal
a golden-brown tan in just a couple days.
I’d like to stay shy, and hide away…
But my home knows no peace, I can’t say no…
So now that it’s empty- I see nothing, have nothing to show.
I’m lost in red tape, trapped in the bushy fray.
Bean-bag dances and ritual lightings-
all common fair when the favorite stranger stops in…
No one knows what market stores he shops in
to buy those whacked-out garments causing constant sightings
Trying to remember that stress is a choice…
Wandering directionless hiding from equations and decimals.
Wondering how high is the count of my stereo’s decibels?
Walloping with smokes, singing away what’s left of my voice.
The sun will set, like days before…
I’ll go chasing tomorrow, and I don’t know why…
I’ll dream again tonight of occupying the night sky.
All the while my body will snore.
inspires blues and greys and blacks...
The acid in my pits forces me to fast..
All these reveloutions keep taking place on tracks...
Now the track's been repaired and altered,
and a new train rides to a brand new town..
A destination far from where once i faultered-
which means no promises I won't leave without a frown.
But if I'm not tough, what's the point?
If I sat back afraid, what progress could I make?
I wait to hear her soothing words, for they annoint,
wash away my worry, make my day... please fill me 'till I brake.
I close my eyes at whatever time my day ends...
cycling through the days memories of friends.
But when I see your face, a countless stream
of pictures and places, you're like a distant dream.
I see a faint shot of your eyes, body, and expression..
recalling when we'd heat up the world and make eachother scream,
our voices muffled through my feathers' repression...
Just a swift recolection to get me to grin.
Ups and downs, perspectives and conversation
laying alone and breathing easy, reflections abound
beating down boredom, beating myself until exasperation
That's chill though, i love to just remember the sound...
I wrote this earlier today:
Sunshine comes in strange rays…
I chase after the sun, but to no avail...
and the burns swell red, melt and peel to reveal
a golden-brown tan in just a couple days.
I’d like to stay shy, and hide away…
But my home knows no peace, I can’t say no…
So now that it’s empty- I see nothing, have nothing to show.
I’m lost in red tape, trapped in the bushy fray.
Bean-bag dances and ritual lightings-
all common fair when the favorite stranger stops in…
No one knows what market stores he shops in
to buy those whacked-out garments causing constant sightings
Trying to remember that stress is a choice…
Wandering directionless hiding from equations and decimals.
Wondering how high is the count of my stereo’s decibels?
Walloping with smokes, singing away what’s left of my voice.
The sun will set, like days before…
I’ll go chasing tomorrow, and I don’t know why…
I’ll dream again tonight of occupying the night sky.
All the while my body will snore.