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A place to put my secret complex thoughts hidden by the scramble of everyday life.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
STOP HANDS
Free-style creation lacking in Constance
Just afraid of the Lamen mistakes I will make
if I rush.
When my mind goes knocking
my hands should be following at decent pace
But I have told them to give up.
Their result is never appreciated
Stop Hands
Free-style creation lacking in Constance
Just afraid of the Lamen mistakes I will make
if I rush.
When my mind goes knocking
my hands should be following at decent pace
But I have told them to give up.
Their result is never appreciated
Stop Hands
Thursday, August 04, 2005
THE SADDEST SONGS I'VE EVER HEARD written May 11, 2004 (god rest)
(thoughts I jotted down while my good friend was having an abortion in the next clinic room)
I am reminded of a song I wrote for God when I sit in a clinic room full of his dismay. Ryan Adams is in the crescent place of my ear---keeping me company
---keeping me awake
---keeping me sane
---keeping me.
This clutter of accidents encompass me like music. The saddest songs I've ever heard.
A wonderwall with no roads
and no lights lighting or leading anywhere.
And yes, by now you should have somehow realized what you're not to do.
I've never stared at abdomens the way I have this wretched morning.
Like Coldplay I see no release and they are screaming underneath.
I see no way out. I see no changing of minds, doors just shutting abruptly.
Little white hormone pill shattering beautiful natural processes.
This chair I rest in remembers fallen tears and waves of indecision.
(thoughts I jotted down while my good friend was having an abortion in the next clinic room)
I am reminded of a song I wrote for God when I sit in a clinic room full of his dismay. Ryan Adams is in the crescent place of my ear---keeping me company
---keeping me awake
---keeping me sane
---keeping me.
This clutter of accidents encompass me like music. The saddest songs I've ever heard.
A wonderwall with no roads
and no lights lighting or leading anywhere.
And yes, by now you should have somehow realized what you're not to do.
I've never stared at abdomens the way I have this wretched morning.
Like Coldplay I see no release and they are screaming underneath.
I see no way out. I see no changing of minds, doors just shutting abruptly.
Little white hormone pill shattering beautiful natural processes.
This chair I rest in remembers fallen tears and waves of indecision.
I'm turning new leaves like seasons
these days for different reasons in
new ways
to prevent more pain and
heart seizures.
Pure.
Not too much to endure
You cannot drive me away
to Back home-style plains.
Throwing my music notes away
I say not "no thanks" I say "No please"
I shall stay
and I shall succeed.
these days for different reasons in
new ways
to prevent more pain and
heart seizures.
Pure.
Not too much to endure
You cannot drive me away
to Back home-style plains.
Throwing my music notes away
I say not "no thanks" I say "No please"
I shall stay
and I shall succeed.
Guy at a Bar....
A female on each side of him
it matters not how boring and dull
Only that her skin fits tight around her waist
and tight around her skull.
A female on each side of him
it matters not how boring and dull
Only that her skin fits tight around her waist
and tight around her skull.
