he screamed out in pain/from his blistered sunburnt eyes/the daughter of the sun fell out of the sky/it was a long fall from her seventh blue heaven/and her porcelain ain't on the mend ( Read more... )

she tears down the walls of jericho with her bare hands/as the prophet dances to a minuet/veils and sails and sashes/cover up cosmetic slashes/pretty baby doll in her pretty doll clothes/she's judy in a puppet show/pretends she doesn't feel the sting of the two-by-four/pretends she doesn't feel the hot tears streaming anymore/no she doesn't know ( Read more... )

There is an ebb and flow to my LJing. Some months, like February, my entries are nearly daily. Then you have a month like this one, where it's closer to once a week. In this case, because I've been spending quite a bit of time at Kristin's internet-less flat, I've not written a lot - the night is my most creative time. That said, I'm okay with that ( Read more... )

poisoned black and dead man's blue/eyes bulging and cheeks puffed out/pulled out the river yesterday/looks like he had time to shout/capillaries no longer struggling for air/ragged fingernails done clawing the riverbed/comes back alive and swan dives again/hoping he'll stay dead ( Read more... )

a man without a country/an actor without a stage/it's hard when he used to be delivering the monologues/time to time conducting the band/now Napoleon's wasting time on Elba/Burt Lancaster's without his birds/the emperor never had on any clothes/but now everyone deigns to notice it.

This is something I want: Fade To RedThis here is a collection of Tori Amos' videos. I was first introduced to Tori Amos through her video for the song "Crucify". It was several years back; it was after Loyola, and in the summertime, so I imagine this must have been the summer of 2001, in those days when we didn't have to take our shoes off when ( Read more... )

A non-rant post, just to keep things somewhat sane around here. Happy to see that the Steelers won the Super Bowl tonight, I have a special place in my heart for blue-collar football teams like the Steelers, though I have absolutely no place in my heart for the Blue Collar Comedy Tour. I'm not entirely sure yet what this week will bring, though I ( Read more... )

rant IV: life love music and mathematicsso there we were/me in my leather jacket with the buttons ready to rip off at any moment/so frayed that I can't even button my coat/and you dressed in your pink and denim/together we moved from one underground bunker to another/surrounded by music in both/rock music/real music/but this time with people/ ( Read more... )

with apologies to joseph campbell
Heroes and villains/like dolls in a child's hands/they war on a field of battle that isn't there/rarely is it clear-cut/and so what if it is/either way people end up as carrion/the crows grow fat/it is a child's game/these heroes and villains.

rant III: the jury is excusedSometimes I pray for that apocalypse/ ( Read more... )

Scribbled lines on a page that doesn't exist/no ink, no blood/only thousands of dots connected/not by electrons but by thought/thoughts that stampede like wildebeasts chased by lions/or maybe those are demons on the plains/I cannot stand/I will not sit/Sometimes I can't stand this shit/the sewage is sometimes deep as knees/and it seeps into my ( Read more... )