You take that fateful
first small step
from the car door in your stilettos;
As I reach for fire for my cigarette,
the light flashes as it let's go (and then)
the darkness spread's across our eyes,
as we look up with anticipation..
see all the color's of our starlit sky!
begin to shift,
in our,
general direction.
As we fall, showered by the night,
seeing the moon's renewed attention;
with every breath we take we make a wish and laugh
this has to be coincidence...
That I'm losing my addiction's!
constantly..
with every moment of your affection
as I can only go so far as to say
the rest is up to you and inspiration
a new plan we may have to make..
to take us further from this place
now
as the sun comes up she smile's
we should meet her by the lake front!
look at the water with her reflection
stand up slow and take the back roads
carefully..
they would not be forgotten..
don't lose yourself in your old memories..
just be content that you still have them..
and take a moment to reflect with me..
at all the thing's our young hearts made happen...
and we would stand alone amidst a field of green
watching our past transgressions..
materialized before us in a haze...
the mist will fall again. |
Oh say..
Like the wind,
in a whis-per..
the description.. of the stars
constellations outline to me in paraphrase
your zo-di-ac..
and tell me the meaning of those freckles on your arm..
looking up, to see all those meteors..
another falling in love metaphor..
so bright and lovely like our future, foretold..
(on solid ground like our earth)
and the idea doesn't get old..
no, no it don't
planning out my winter on the beach with her
But she'd rather think about that later..
right now she must concentrate on work..
And I said hey pretty baby
wontcha be my girl
I say oh, to me, that would mean the world
as much as I may sound cliche
the feeling behind it for me doesn't change
And I say oh, let's catch this movie that I wanted to see
do this for me and for you it's free.. you'll like it
I promise
laughter guaranteed
no tears today or those other bad night dreams
And if it comes down to it we can flip a coin
putting our fate in lucks kind choice
nothing will be easier than letting go for a change..
as it shakes
rattles
and rolls down the drain.. |
Of all thoughts we choose to change,
those we would put upon the page..
erased. |
Sonny made it back home
in one piece
but he dosen't really know
if he want's to be
stuck home alone
while it snows outside!
(about an hour and a half away from her eyes)
And he can't stop thinking
about their weekend
of what they did
and what they didn't
of how he felt
when she laid with him all night..
(sleeping peacefully close by his side)
And that two hour drive
back to her house
to drop off her friends
and then lay around
her music on, door closed..
family,
pre-occupied
that's right
and if he had a choice he would have stayed there
till the sun came up he would have played with her hair
making lopsided ponytails
spinning her around
as we danced on her carpet to our favorite sound
smiling back and fourth
semi-in-love
not quite there
since our confessions we only dream of
and they seem to
last so long..
e-speci-a-lly, when she would be gone..
and working or something..
school happens sometimes..
but the closest I'll get till the next visit..
is this rhyme.. |
My traveling itch is kicking in.. I'm watching to motorcycle diaries again and wishing for the open air.. a bus.. or car.. anywhere.. I've decided I have a plan, finally, a purpose to travel lol. But anyways here's my idea. The film I've been recording and working on is about life, mine here and there over the past year or so, and I think the best way to depict it is to travel some more, there are alot of scenes in it that I have figured out need to happen, and I'm going to write the script, soon, but after I get that finished, I have a journey to go on.. It wont be finished you see, there's a plot twist, the movie is going to be called sound-track.
It will be a movie about the search for the music of itself, my journies along the way and in the making.. perhaps a scene or two from when I call nick up to randomly fly from minnesota on some hair-brained scheme to get world recognition.. something like that :P
But in the end, the movie will be about showing it to people and getting the worlds opinion on a life.. or two.. or more within..
I think I may end up losing the copy I carry in some freak accident.. or mugged or robbed, but who knows.. it may be worth it to do it all again, who gets that chance right? |
| » Discovery |
|---|
I followed a girl
to a kitchen
where she sat
neatly by the sink
her pink pokadotted skirt was ruffled
and her hands were all covered in ink..
she pointed to a man
he was laughing in the sun
and held out her hand
telling me to follow her again
and walking slowly
to the edge of her garden
she leaned down
and named a flower after me
and he spoke!
stretching his arms so strongly!
he awoke!
and looked right up at me.
he said
son, how long have I been sleeping?
to which she replied
only a short time
he looked her dead in the eyes
his thorns stood up at his sides
he opened his mouth!
held his hands out...
and he died..
he died..
as the light.
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 08:03 pm
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| » Steppin' |
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I want to get lost in the sound of the city,
let every raindrop on the windows reflect me.
listen to the cars,
the traffic,
the pavement,
as all the sheep walk around making payments...
forget all their worries,
they aren't your troubles!
it's just me for now, and I'm already seeing double,
I sit here alone,
on my lawn,
and I'm barefoot,
planning my next step...
and it must be careful.
Slowly resolving the universal sollution,
one moment it's there,
but then just another illusion,
my wishes seem fair, but utterly useless.....
I want a smart girl,
that smokes in the garden
drives a fast car,
and helps me when I want it..
wear's high heels in public,
sandals in the summer..
releaxed about life;
and dosent want to be a mother.
As I'm lost in the bassline,
she helps me find my way,
and glory she sounds almost as good as she tastes!
ripped jeans and dreadlocks,
tanktops and a suntan,
she dosen't cry much,
but knows how to hold hand's...
she's out there somewhere,
and I'm steppin' to find her,
maybe someday she'll be there without reminders..
you see I like brunette's,
especially with ball's,
not like a man, but you get where I came from..
they need that spark,
that fire within them,
and if she don't dance then she's no friend of mine man!
forget all their worries,
they aren't your troubles...
it's just me for now and I'm already seeing double.
I sit here alone,
on my lawn,
and I'm barefoot,
planning my next step...
...and it must be careful.
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 06:02 pm
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| » Story teller |
|---|
I found this old note book
with a mark made of string
neatly wrapped up in laces..
amongst all your old things
I don't think I've seen it
no not before
and it's taken close to two years...
for me to open up this drawer
It was empty and white
like a forgotten bride..
Except that last page
that said
"write me again someday"
seems you were hoping for a change!
I see!
let's say there was!
And I'm not the same
would you fall back in love?
would you call out my name?
could it be as it was?
why can't I get over
this feeling of missing!..
us....
we used to laugh in the rain..
dancing next to the laundromat..
getting our feet wet again..
hiding out in the basement!
talking gossip of friends
and how we were the only normal ones..
because we couldn't understand them!
do you remember how that felt..
to do nothing, just lay there..
and be in love with someone else..
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 05:44 pm
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| » Lil punk |
|---|
It's come to my attention
soluted by the baseline
that I am a machine of my own invention
Forget all comprehension
release your aprehensions
And play this chord!
Stum it up! (once more)
It's all out war!
As Treble takes a black eye
the midrange is confused
The low is getting high again and blaming it on you!
As it drops
(drops)
Taking it back bang boomarang
and it stops
(stops)
crazy like an orangatange
while it chops
(chops)
a piece out of your chest
you're stuck on your needles
your mind is all set
and you can't let go or forget..
this mo..ment...
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 03:15 pm
|
| » Merry Christmas |
|---|
It's so complicated the things that you say about yourself..
your past and your present situations astound me like nobody else..
and it's a mystery you see
I don't know why (why wont you tell me)
but everything you do seems to make me smile,
oh..and I try to make it better...
keeping that look in your eyes forever..
your pupils are big and you don't do anything...
but your mom says..
that's just them letting the love in.. ( I like that)
and so many reasons to leave and start over someplace else..
there's not too many faces I would stick by like this,
with a good pace and education we can get started..
on this life journey from our dearly departed...
pasts.
long gone are the days of waking up hungover..
for many good reasons your presence keeps me sober..
and of all the confusion that would
surround my heart..
with you around it's like having a bright candle in the dark,
and we take a step up across this hardwood floor..
our toes on the carpet we dance like we never have before
you smile back as we sing our favorite song of the day..
of all the other tunes our harmony dosen't seem to change..
no no.. not in any way..
any ways it's getting late and it's time to tuck in..
turn off those lights and wrap yourself up next to me
see us, in moonlight.. looking at the stars,
just waiting for the snow..
as you're laying in my arms.
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 01:07 pm
|
| » What happened to edgar |
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She so hauntingly sang..
in southern California..
under the rain drenched breeze,
calling out for help..
please don't let our friends forget
the reason we all beleive...
there are moments in life we hold up
and remember each day
and cherish and love
and even those we hate..
we can't wash away..
not with memories
not even with rain..
and who are we to say the world lacks..
parasites we site listening
to loud noises lit up in shacks..
tkaing poison in us..
like love..
and trust..
making ourselves fall apart like the rust,..
we age and we turn and we sigh..
no matter how hard life may be we still die..
and it's come down to this..
perfect..
kiss.. to realize that look in your eys..
they still look big brown and new..
and all that you see you see pretty in youth
of all the things wrong..
with the words of this song..
they seem to better when mentioning you..
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 07:27 am
|
| » [Psytrance] in the city |
|---|
Psytrance in the city..
It's clear as it is near me..
the beat that holds our tempo..
a dancing whirl of green..
a neon painted wall
and a florescent tapestry..
reflects your silouette..
on camera.. for me..
and we stand here in the basement..
a dancing circle spins..
a low baselune rumbles.. and a painter changes inks..
as the blue lights.. illuminate
mine and my closest friends face!
I stand there.. in the music of the scene..
and its Psytrance in the city!
the night seems to get darker..
as you walk up those steps..
to the room.. where the bar is..
oh it's psytrance in the city...
and it's completely harmless
with all these oldschoolers..
and new age lovers..
oh it's loud as it is beutiful
and it's lovely as it's proud!
for every moment..
the symbols..
girates..
your heart might just.. skip a beat..
ohhh its Psytrance!
in the city!
maybe a little lost..
but of all the thing's we've done here..
we've proven ourselves..
to have a cause..
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 05:02 am
|
| » Again |
|---|
I sit here searching for your name
page after page it doesn't read the same
with idioms and similes
a comparison of identities..
you are a ghost that I'm still after
even after the book has given up it's last chapter
I wait up night's for that phone call
maybe that's why I don't sleep at all!
and I'd sit here writing poems..
and trying to break free..
of all these little heartbreaks..
of all these lovely memories,
and when I come across your face,
smiling
with something smart to say
I find myself back there..
reaching for your hand again
and I know that I'm a sucker
a pushover of sorts,
they say that's why you liked me
I was the perfect boy to hurt
and I wish I was more observant
than serving all your needs
but you see I was in love then..
and I don't think I won't ever be again..
And no!
I don't want your friendship
and no!
I don't need this back,
It just helps a bit to remember
the pain I felt back then..
as with a little bit of a choke
getting those old familiar lumps in my throat..
I sing..
of everything..
I'm happy to see you're do-ing.. well..
again...
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 04:57 am
|
| » A change in season |
|---|
It's winter now..
the sun is out..
and the snow is melting
all around, us
but you gotta watch your breathing
take a look where you stand
down at your feet
carefully when you grab my hand
and it's so simple
so simple to say
but complex as a flake (say it)
landing to melt on your face
resembling those tears
that I tried to wipe away
and help you forget
from past years..
and those "better days"
oh, dream another.. lucid resolve..
an end to all problems
you didn't want at all
and
here we were
in dark walking your street
glow sticks in hand
doing tricks off our feet!
does it pain you..
that I like the way that you smile..
**
It's been a few weeks,
since I've seen you last,
I've been biding my time,
and making my plans
as it rests on me to make it right,
I feel I have no choice but to bid you goodnight
as I
lean back
content you're asleep
and maybe you smiled for a second
if you had me in your dream
but while I set down my work
and ready for bed
theres just the thought of you running all through my head
and he can't stop
no jumping jack flash!
he's running full speed and he's not looking back!
to the hurt he left..
under that bridge..
laying together on the corner of the river..
shes was beautiful then..
when she would wake up..
and the fire was out..
but we had soup in our cups..
and she made a face..
as the sun rose that day
it look kind of like this..
but the feeling..
wasn't the same..
god dammit girl!
why did you ruin my love!
why can't i scream the same
what happened to my devotion!
I'm trying again..
but I'm not sure it's the same..
what we had was blind!
and this is.. carefully planned..
I feel feint.. at times.. when I have her on my mind!
but alas I can feel nothing that won't change over time..
I am lost it seems..
alone in the dark..
and all i can hear..
is the beat..
beat..
beat..
of your heart..
the music will start..
as the lights will come on
but it's till getting dark!
and you look at me...
i look at you...
and the song lets go of it's pause..
and drops!
like the rain!
on the two of us!
wash away!
all that pain!
and we can learn to smile again!
yes it hurt!
goddam was it hard!
but that will change soon enough,
can't pull us apart!
not like this!
it's the past!
and it ceases to exist,
love it or care
less
forget
them
move on darling dont you understand women!
and list!
en!
it hap!
pens!
of all those things that you wished for!
..this one has all of them...
Feb. 4th, 2010 @ 12:09 am
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| » once again |
|---|
I wanna find myself a plastic Japanese girl..
with long dark hair in her fingers rolled up into curls
that look on her face
ecstatic
that shirt on her chest
elastic
and the mutual feeling we get when our eyes cross
is pretty much fantastic, boss!
so
I believe it's time to re-discover the world.
take a long bus ride in a direction I have never heard
hope to wake up in the south
with those tall lanterns and cotton fields everywhere around
in town again
his name is Ivan!
and he's got bad credit just forget that shit
it's just the start of the winter
when he dead leaves hit the ground..
I'd rather be painting again..
that bright
pink
tounge..
and dreaming of that weekend yet to come..
in
about, a month
as I plan the way I would hold you...
and get our entire day figured out..
before, I get out of bed..
I'm ready to see this girl to the end..
I gave her my world..
So why did I deserve...
to be..
....
Oh man who cares anyway
I wanna find myself a pink haired blonde!
One preferably married but hopefully not, yet, a mom,
It all adds to the spice!
A little hint at what I call life!
And if you wanted advice I can't tell you this twice
so keep it a secret or at least away from stange eyes
but hey its so much better. . .
without the lights.
Feb. 3rd, 2010 @ 05:07 pm
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| » Discoveries in pillows |
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I'm trying hard now not to call you
this dream was better written down
that's why this notebook was so handy
to send this letter out of town!
I dreamt we sat upon an eagle
don't laugh yet it gets quite odd
and as we flew over the sea side
we saw an old man with a dog
who began to speak then slowly
his shaggy fur covered his eyes
he told us of our future journey
and the color of the sunset
on the day of our eventual demise
we laughed then
in unison
and simply changed our minds
for if it was so simple
perhaps we would not die!
as we took off and landed
an island or two away
we knew that we were stranded
as the eagle was tired, and layed on his side
there was no sign of life there
and only an ocean breeze for sound
the grass it grew so thick here
look around!
what a wonderful place to spend the night!
as we built a little hut made out of brnaches
and a fire that would keep us warm with light
and so we had ourselves a friend now
as the eagle woke up slowly
sitting neatly to your right
a greater wind picked up then
as his father called to him from above
a giant creature made of steel and bone
fake hips
thick lips
and wings colored in pantone...
he landed next to me..
and said we should go home..
Feb. 1st, 2010 @ 09:49 am
|
| » Spektor |
|---|
I wait till you come by
to sing you a few songs
they kind of make me smile
like you have all along
and if it's not a waste of time
I'll walk you through my town
to show you all my secrets
and bring this mantel down
you say you don't like mysteries
well sorry honey
that's just me
you see everything I learn I keep
locked up in this head so tightly
for every moment is a blessing
that I watch you dance
alone in the rain
of parking lots
where we got lost
to go
slow walking ufo's
all blue just like my shirt..
and that look that you gave
hurt's so much the same
in a good way
Feb. 1st, 2010 @ 09:44 am
|
| » Flues |
|---|
Saw a mother walking down the street with her two kids
she used to be pretty
still is
but now she is a parent
and its obvious
apparent
that everyone keeps staring
at that out of character dress
that she is now humbly wearing
to hide her past
and exactly how you make kids..
like that
with no dad
but a boyfriend who is better than that
since you can look at her face and see all those famliar places
she has been to...
and of all her conquests
on sandy beaches sunsets
standing with a white blouse and wondering how far!
the tide went...
we weren't too cool to relax then
a full bottle of wine and an empty pair of glasses
if it took a hundred years..
we would stay here getting plastered..
laying on our sides... with our eyes closed.. and laughing..
for no reason,
like that stroll on a sunny day..
Jan. 22nd, 2010 @ 07:03 am
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| » draft saved 002 |
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There is a girl I miss
At times shes an angel
and mostly a bitch
but I still wish that I could resist
the way that she talks
and we catch up
in twenty five minutes
the way that we are
and though it's been a good year
or two since I've seen you
I'm exactly where I was..
and so you are as it seems
we're stuck where we started
as if its not meant to be
and I try to type up
all of these bouncing thoughts
since I can't seem to focus on one
she had
long dark brunette hair
oriental eyes
that could burn with their stare
make you belive any lie
give you life
wish you died
but atleast she could force you to try
and us
we were happier then
I miss every moment
her voice
and her hands
the way that they fit
in the palm of my own
like a lion to lamb
i transformed and i...
was left alone..
all those nights that I stayed up to wait
all those evening of worry
those night filled with hate
it will all go away
when I would see her face..
I was young
and in love..
I was heartbroken bad and betrayed..
Jan. 22nd, 2010 @ 07:01 am
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| » outskirts |
|---|
I like to dream
of things to be
like planning my sunsets
organizing my memories
of picnics
and naps
that we haven't had
sitting on our hilltop
with full backpacks
and that smile on our
mutual hearts
I like to think of summer
before it starts
forget the rain
say goodbye to the clouds
is the sky blue for you
or is it just something we laugh about
and hope then
for evening
a warm fire side
i like to think of that look in your eyes
the light changes for you
orange green and yellow
sitting on strings of our swing feelin' mellow
to lean back
and look up
seeing nothing but stars
I like to think of us the way we are..
Jan. 7th, 2010 @ 03:54 pm
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