the basket of fruit ( Read more... )

elation
contemplation
confusion
realization
complication
frustration
intrusion
intention
exclusion
degradation
unsteady rotation

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I sit and I think ( Read more... )

i see the fence
where is the gate
the ravens keep tapping
at the one way mirror
when will they leave the tower
they scare away the larks

who put their silverware in my parachute

glimpses of heaven
only as a taunt
the idea of you
lightens its haunt

my minds deceived
by what i have told it
we'll see what happens
just please dont hold it

the games arent fun
as alex turner said
the only roads are cul-de-sacs
the only ends are dead

in my heart
confusion dwells
in my head
i always fail

who'd have thought
my current pain
options wrought
all from vain

few seem worthy
those of course
out of reach
no sam morse

change of audience
i wish i could
your sadness resolve
of course i would

dont you doubt
fight the flow
it will work out
if truth you show

what just happened
was it real
a start post-end
wheres my zeal

with one quick look
i saw it all
ive been shook
break down that wall

its been so long
where did you go
it was wrong
im glad you know

just in time
an old dream reinstated
i'll cut in line
old hope reinflated

the madness in my head ( Read more... )