Sunday 28 June 2009

Grave digger...

Grave digger, when you bury me make it deep so I have room to breath and just watch as the world spins and think about how I don't fit in.
Grave digger, when you bury me do it quick so that I can't see all the life that I'll be missing because life is all wasted on the living.
Grave digger, deliver me from my sins because I've been drowning in the same deep shit since I can't remember when.
I'm just saying I don't want to again.
Grave digger, rest my bones in peace and sing a song under your breath for me. Sing something soft, sing something low, sing something we both know.
Grave digger, deliver me from myself. The only one to blame, there's my sinful name, so I honestly might as well I'm just saying that it hurts like hell
Grave digger deliver me. Grave digger set me free.

Street choir, singing...

You can throw my love away or turn your back on me or run to your death and with your dying breath say that there is no room in your heart for me.
I don't mind it, because I don't mind if, I don't mind it at all...
You can throw my love to the sea, or you can bury it here in the sand but either way there will always be a place for you saved wherever I am.
I don't mind it, because I don't mind if, I don't mind it at all...
You can keep my love in the dark or hide the light from me. You could throw me so hard that I fall apart and there aren't enough pieces to keep.
I don't mind it, because I don't mind if, I don't mind it at all....cause I know it's not your fault.

"all of us contain music & truth, but most of us can't get it out."

when you come i will call you a seminal wind
bringing old light back to the surface again
with eyes held wide by sights of majesty
the kind we really need in this city

and if a shadow of greatness
hangs long behind you

it's because there ain't no mountain that you can't move.
no child, there just ain't no mountain that stands like you.

Monday 22 June 2009

Although a lamb will go to slaughter, a man he learns when to walk away.

A treat, a real retreat, another country nonetheless is more you explore another country without me when you return we shall see how you feel about me after visiting another country nevertheless is more without me.

Strange eyes, once pretty, I know you worry. Pretty eyes shouldn't have to disguise worry. How I wish we had met before all others, before the fall, and only then do I believe that things would have been different. Pretty eyes, don't worry, please let my strange eyes carry the weight of our troubles.

..our city did crumble into another city entirely. It was a strange sight to behold, we pitied our circumstance, a relationship too bold and beautiful to watch fall yet we watched as if from a distance and now things are much different. We can not feel the same as before.

Sunday 21 June 2009

Failure on my lips.

Failure on arrival, I see our friendship blossom as a romantic endeavor wilts, it dies in front of our eyes and you don't even flinch or bat your eyes illuminate my shortcomings one last time and time again is on our side, it is clear that we walk a different line and your confidence inhales me. How you can always be so certain about what I can only call uncertainty is beyond me. Following your lead I make the assumption that the line resides on the beaten path of friendship, however familiar I will never again kiss your lips or touch your hips. Every breath I exhale is a sigh of exhaustion.

Saturday 20 June 2009

Something like a sense of detachment.

At the bottom of a well, the darkness is almost total, an absolute half moon allows a little light to grace my perspective. If I were lost somewhere between deep thought and a deep sleep then I found myself staring at the mid morning stars that stubbornly refused to be refuted, I draw a comparison to vivid memories concerning beautiful women that I have touched, these refuse to fade away also. These stars, alike my thoughts were mine and mine alone to hold but soon I would share them with the world. I tried to take comfort in the fact that no one else could see them, I held them in my arms and bathed them with kindness, beauty and truth..however fleeting this comfort may have been it existed all the same and provided an amount of solace to the otherwise vague and blameless calender months. It is almost as if the sun illuminates them, a logical conclusion, the sun illuminates all that the eye can see, everything around me and yet the sun has seemingly not illuminated you in weeks. Perhaps in another place. Another man's arms. Another man's kindness. Another man's beauty. Another man's truth. I will find you illuminated.

Wednesday 17 June 2009

Good words.

I wish we were high in the basement, wasting the last good words of our lives on a warm conversation and two cold beers that we wouldn't touch all night.

Tuesday 16 June 2009

..the letters met the lovers before the bodies found their shore.

Honey, I would bend my bones if it would help. I would stop the sun from setting. I would wrestle it myself. I would drink the oceans dry, and then dig the world a well, if it would but prove my love.

Sunday 14 June 2009

..the act was beautiful, but never meant to last.

I've experienced way more than you're willing to admit; you'll see this in another guy's eyes as he lies to your face wholeheartedly, with a degree of certainty unprecedented and you'll chase that snake to the ends of this earth understanding that maybe the horizon is where you will finally settle down happily together.
A total eclipse of cognition.
I may n
ot have been a beautiful creature, but I was a creature who knew how to appreciate and treat beauty as beautiful.
Beauty: a delicate thing t
o cherish and nurture, to take great pride in and care of.
Y
ou should have felt lucky and safe and found.
..f
orced to live without beauty, a darker side of humanity has been exhumed.
I thr
ow your scent to the past that is a grotesque animal; it will hunt, haunt and surely hurt you.
Hurt:
a delicate thing to cherish and nurture, to take great pride in and care of.

Sunday 7 June 2009

See you in the shallows.

Pulled along, on a string, the month of may's brightest diamond is strung out. It is understood that to acknowledge the sting is to fear the sting, and so it was decided that the stone's eyes were to be kept partially shut, otherwise blinded by the steam that is often produced by lust, relying on dumb luck, only to be stung at the month's end.
I was clutching the fray, in shock I released my grip accidentally, a natural reaction to such venom, and I regretted it instantaneously. Perhaps I could have put up a fight. I consider this a lot after long ago losing my sight, I drift in the undertow, alone or parrellel with yet another beautiful girl that doesn't mean a fucking thing to me; with arms outstretched we can not reach eachother, no we're simply not together and never again will I collide with you.
The shallows imply that there is a deep end.

Friday 5 June 2009

Your heart will break all over again; after enough time passes.

We fell quiet and fast, together, I tried hard not to allow my conscience to wander but never the less I was falling apart and although you were strong and silent, you must have understood...so much so that you could no longer hold on to the good times alone.
These are the new good times, I had proclaimed so bold, but they resembled firecrackers and either you could read my mind or trace it's reflection in my blood shattered eyes because you knew just about everything I could never have told you about how I'd been carelessly burning them up. How exactly is it that you foresaw our demise?
Stuck in the hurt of a new home, all family lost, alone. I would have liked to have given you everything that they'd taken from me, if I could take it all back, reclaim it perhaps.
Girl, has the wind up bird forgotten to wind your spring? Come summer, the previous season's romance will be a thing of the past.

Thursday 4 June 2009

Happiness looks beautiful only from a distance:

Happiness can be compared to a tidal wave.
Happiness swells.
Happiness grows.
Happiness moves.
Happiness mutates.
Happiness is an earthquake inside of you.
Happiness aftershocks.
Happiness shakes.
Happiness devourers.
Happiness passes as has Happiness been known to abruptly stop.





Happiness has left nothing but destruction in it's wake.

Wednesday 3 June 2009

..expose your youth.

I've spent the last few nights, since I first found out, tortured by the phone and it makes more sense to be filled with doubt.
You moved too soon, so...you're lost to me and now I can't find your voice or the words you speak and it's terrifying.
It's strange to antiquate something vogue like truth, I find it rather bold in the ways that you chose to expose your youth.
You're different now, so..I made you sad and I can't find the map that was marked to lead to the heart you had.

There will be numbness soon, I'll forgive and forget about you and any memory of what you are to me will be washed away.
Sure, I'm sad to lose but I will conceive that it was beautiful but sometimes cruel. Well, isn't that the way?
It's strange to me how when stories change, with those things we said that just can't be unsaid, but it's not my way.
I wish you well, you still are loved.
I hope you're happy now or at least happier than when truth was true.
A lie for a lie or a lie for life; goodbye.
It's me.
A wash.
A sea.