WHAT IS IT YOU SEE YOURSELF DO
LOOK ON THE HORIZON FROM THIS VANTAGE
THE POINT YOU'LL HAVE TO MAKE
QUICK ACT THINK IN RESOLUTIONS
A SYSTEM OF RESULTS
SINCE THE WORDS ARE MERELY VESSELS
CENTER YOURSELF AND BEGIN
A RIDE AT THE CARNIVAL
IN THE EXCREMENT OF EXHILARATION
THE TRANSIT OF FEELINGS
CAN YOU CAPTURE THAT AND PUT IT DOWN
OR ARE YOU THE ARCHETYPE OF MEANINGS
AND HOLD ON TO IT
FIGHTING TO KNOW
GRAPPLING TO LET IT ALL GO
WHAT'S THAT MOMENT
FORGING YOUR OWN ANSWERS
A ZEN OR A ZENITH I CAN'T REMEMBER
WATCH OUT FOR THAT BRILLIANCE
YOU'RE YOUR OWN WORST ICARUS
STRIVING TO BE THE WISE DAEDALUS
Friday, September 25, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
things
in the quagmire of tiny metal boxes
I suffer gearshock
cochlea ear shatters
waiting for surgical remedies
I stutter across the years
lusting after you
my princess of sound
do you remember when
when we used to drown our sorrows
those were supposed to be
our pleasant tomorrows
i used to listen to the crickets
and walk
i'd walk from out within the shadows
stringing along
the tempestuousness of it all
knowing that i'd arrive
tangled up in it all
this cage of cables and tethered
meaningless nothings
just out of earshot
you say
i say i love you
my princess
the sound of it is it's meaning
oh i love the pretty noises
you say
what ever happened to those
things
things
that's all they were
i have lots of them now
muting me from you
how long has it been
since i heard a soft
night of walking in the
quiet city street
deep in the soft machine
I suffer gearshock
cochlea ear shatters
waiting for surgical remedies
I stutter across the years
lusting after you
my princess of sound
do you remember when
when we used to drown our sorrows
those were supposed to be
our pleasant tomorrows
i used to listen to the crickets
and walk
i'd walk from out within the shadows
stringing along
the tempestuousness of it all
knowing that i'd arrive
tangled up in it all
this cage of cables and tethered
meaningless nothings
just out of earshot
you say
i say i love you
my princess
the sound of it is it's meaning
oh i love the pretty noises
you say
what ever happened to those
things
things
that's all they were
i have lots of them now
muting me from you
how long has it been
since i heard a soft
night of walking in the
quiet city street
deep in the soft machine
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