The Great Buglight

And that was how that city tasted, Like the lingering of stale tobacco growing dryer in the back of my throat with every passing used car dealership and mile marker, Fleeting senses of kindred sentiment seem to weigh me down with every dry swallow, As I watch it pass me by. Never to dance beneath that artificial glow.

Waking Life

Its making my breath short, When I'm trying to forget, The way i once have felt, Our summer spent in dread. When I see your eyes, In visions in my head, I forget about this life, And wish I'm there instead, I forget about the light or the comfort of my bed, Wishing i could know that touch, An embrace that never ends, I'm confronted with a falling now, Because seductive as it seems, The morning sun is calling... I only see you in my dreams.

Sitting Here In Limbo

I'm of able mind, and now I may proclaim, There is an ever after , A release from all this pain, Its not inside a mineral, or a process of the brain, Its not a halting of an action, or an asset you can gain. Its tied into these trials, Seeking struggling in vain, I'm not in denial... This life is not a game , Let me be a child, Because I'm not something great, The one thing I rely on is structured around faith. Please don't seek me out, Don't try to know my name. I'm of able mind now, i want to stay the same.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Tonight is the affirmation of my souls concession, My fearful echoing relent into the night, That floats empty without ears or eyes to meet the gravity, and depth that binds me to my distaste. I'm not creating, or venting, but humbly tracing out an image that is now coming clearly into conception. I miss being a strong person weightless and of a level conscience. Tonight is the affirmation of my souls concession.

I Miss You

Why do these eyes still see? Might they not be such disappointment? In this reflection bound to reflections deep, I stare into a void, might another fire again burn and spark the vigor of my soul? Or would it fall and smoke, as i choke it out, on the counterfeit conceptions i seek to hold? Was this trick a trick for me? Will i die before our eyes next meet? And would it be ok? Ive met no eyes that sooth me so, Let me die and let them go.

Im a cold statistic

I'm just another stupid boy, One who liked to fuck you, One who tried to love you, I'm just a rank within a file. Just another deceiving trick, That happened to be naive, I quietly pushed and watched you step, watched you get up and leave, but stood idly bye and counted tears now bound to crying, I'm just a liar and a politician. I'm just another one that wouldn't listen.

My Heart Has Grown Fond Of This

With skillful grace,
You confront the hallows of my soul,
Always careful to tread lightest.
The soft envelopment of your poise,
Is a welcome dance upon my senses,
You afford me a lesson.
Tempted once more,
Ill yearn for bountiful fruit,
My heart has grown fond of this.