untitled (today)

Ummm, yeah, so.. I just wrote this.

It’s a little more poetic, but beyond the fine layer of poetic cock is the same insecure, longing bullshit that I’ve always written about.

I hope you enjoy it.

Trapped in between too much of a good thing.
Can’t decide, where my odds are best aligned,

You wouldn’t notice if it was written on the sun,
It’s too bright, too obvious, you run.
You wouldn’t notice if it was written on the sun,
It’s too bright, too obvious, you run.

Trip to break the conceptions, the snake that’s in your mind,
Forked wisdom in the glove, spitting out the barrel of
All the fun you’ve seen, and the fortunes that have been,
Fade away, into the shadows of the day.

Misuse the prickling of skin, the convenience of touch,
The advance of the game, or the surety of trust,
The basis of the emotions, the comfort of devotion,
A flame that in disguise, is fooling me with lies.

You, captured in, a web of truth and trust that I dare not tiptoe in,
A medley of melodies yet to play, not today, where’s the line, I have passed it in jest,
pulling the cover over my eyes, I sleep to await a signal within a dream that we shall find,
A suggestion in our words, or the fortune in our verbs, that could break him, but who needs to know, who’s to judge, no-one, it’s imagination.

(dedicated to Pat, because he wanted something to be.)

Disappear (13/3/11)

New song. Here you go.

Can’t post a message to myself but I have to get it off the iPhone somehow. Hope you understand.

Choked up, the streetlights are reminders that I’m still walking,
it’s not happening, a waste of teenage frustration
Save my breath for fear of intensity, I didn’t think
Changing me won’t change what they see.

Choked up in silence as the eyes cast their sullen looks upon me,
Now I wonder why my brain takes over,
Facing west, the cigarette joins the burns that are left,
Making tracks from space to disappear.
Want to disappear.

The concrete jigsaw throws tears into the street,
They scratch discreet reminders into the dreamcatchers never to be seen,
Stars block the clouds from breaking down with tears,
Look up now, that’s the only way from here.

Serious the weight of your world,
Rickety the boat keeping it afloat,
Children drawing lines in the wet sand,
Naivety is the cheapest form of anesthesia.

Stars block the clouds from breaking down with tears,
Look up now, that’s the only way from here.
To disappear.