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.