Suburbia

You take fairy dust
And throw it out the window
You hate this game
Because I think I fell asleep last time...
It's a never ending habit of mine...
But I don't really remember
I hope you don't come away
With a different opinion,
Innocent little girl
You think you've got me figured out...
I know that I'm not even close
You are indescribable
You always have an answer to my questions
And you either call my bluff or listen
As I remember.
I'd rather not remind you.
I'm not hiding
I'm just not on full display.
Because I'm tired of refreshing.
Who's unhinging?
We might as well be mailing letters
100 times a minute
I'd go on a walk through suburbia with you,
With you and your curiosity--
But only if you want me to.

edit:

Suburbia

*You take fairy dust and throw
it out the window
And seem to make
magic of my reality somehow

You hate this game
Because I fell asleep last time...
It's a never ending habit of mine...
But I don't really remember

I hope you don't walk away
With a different view,
of this Innocent silly little girl

You think you've got me figured out...
But I know I'm not even close
If your memory has failed you
I'd rather not remind you.

You always have an answer
To all my life's little questions
And call my bluff or listen intently
As I remember.

You ask if I'm hiding
I'm just not on full display.
Because I'm tired of unhinging
My tiny little heart

I'd go on a walk through suburbia with you
With you and your curiosity
But only if you want me to...

because....

hate & love

I hate & love
The feeling of
Unresolved, and unrefreshed
And un- re- un- re- un-
Of relentless
Uncompleted reason
From that
My heart is on the run

The past and future present
Are more
Forever stealing
Away my mind's center of believing
To nothing I've designed
With oh so fervent book learning

My heart is as she always was
And is and ever will be
My soul, she resorts
to chemical reactions
Of how she always thought
She can never be re-bought

My heart is who she is
She loves whoever she pleases
And even though I know
Much, so much better now
And so much more
I supposes--

You are what she wants
You're what she breathes
You are her lover
And that--forever

And I have no say in it
Even if I tend to hate it.

a thousand letters

(Stole this graphic from a blog i follow, my bell jar.)


everything i write
goes undelivered to you
i've loved you all my life
but i have nothing to offer you

you said that once you knew
and i held my breath
and turned so blue
i knew it wasn't my cue

i've written you
a thousand letters
but nothing comes out right
there's nothing in my heart
that can be spelled out quite right

half-baked

the abandoned of 3am dont like matching things or symmetry. just want a hand to hold a sigh on her hair. says words are just arbitrary there. there, there, words are just fillings in a chilly sky thats grinning like a madman loosed and fighting the lion in the back of his mind. the mind is just a cradle, there, there, put all your hopes and dreams in before you rock yourself to sleep. and hope those things have transformed by daybreak, cause they dont match the morning, dissipate before im stretching and yawning. dawn is the last friend you make each night. it takes the last punch of your cowardly fight, hushes theres no lions, no bears, no madman, its just me, the morning, no different than the night. at 3am, words are just crafts. they're superstitious about the night in the daylight and the daylight in the night.

Too Late

It's gonna be too late
And I'm afraid
That when you come back to me
Once you're ready to see
Clearly
It'll be too late
It'll be
It'll be
Too late
When you realize your mistake
It'll be
Too late
And I'm so sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
and I'm sorry
It'll be too late
For me to save you
It'll be too late
For you to save me
But it's already too late to save me
From you
It'll be to late
And you can't compensate
And you may be forgotten
And all this time I've waited for you
Will be too late
It's just right now
That You and I
Could be right
You and I
But when you realize
You're own disguise
It will be too late
I'm afraid
That when you come around
I'll be miles and miles
And miles and miles
Away from you
And it'll be too late

It's too late.

love me

if you wondered
ive gone sailing
Into the southern ocean
At the first sign of morning

And you’re the captain
Standing on dry land still
You’ve given me directions
And no intention of seeing through

If you know you’ve sent me dreaming
Don’t just leave
And if you know theres been a moment
Don’t patronize me
With silence

I know i cant make you love me
Just darken the light
You keep me wanting
Im just asking to hear your story
And if you want to, take a walk.

If you know you’ve given me dreaming
dont claim reality now;
tell me the road is too long
and strewn with impassable danger

im sailing already
the ocean is teaming with life
im sad, you said it would be
but i cant make you love me

and its all my heart really wants.

Repost: Old Ones Fade Away

I've been rehashing this lyric I wrote at my brother's wedding last August for my grandparents. I haven't found music for it yet. I'm working on it. Thought I would repost it here. (It was posted on my blog last year around the time I wrote it.)

Anyway. Tell me what you think of it... and what needs to be changed.

________________

The story began so long ago

I remember her telling me

Of when they first met

How she married him in a little blue dress

because of the magic

When they first kissed

New love stories begin

As old ones fade away

But how I wish the old ones would stay

50 sum years ago

Began so long ago

Long years at the factory

Making sure they were fed

And tucking little girls in bed

Telling the love story

Of how they first met

And how she looked in that little blue dress

New love stories begin

As old ones fade away

But how I wish the old ones would stay

All wrinkled and worn

They sit there in the pew

Listening to the vows I make to you

And a few years from now

I’ll tuck a little girl in bed

And tell her of the day

I married you

In this little white dress

Because of the magic

When we first met

New love stories begin

As old ones fade away

But how I wish the old ones would stay

The Process: Motion Tide

Just found a scrap of paper that I started with for Motion Tide.


"Where are inspirations

RAP AND CLASSIC POETRY

something is wrong here."

From this to that.
It's a process.
And it's fun.

Motion Tide:
Closing on the blue blue side
Waiting for the motion tide
To drown away all his pride
Follow him 10 miles high
Make him wait and watch an hour
Before you dance together now
Sing a member ember sigh
And just before you give your all
Wake up to no one to confide
Measure nothing much too soon
Expect it all to be your fall
Dance together one full moon
As you sway in full complete
Stand on air, but on both feet.

Lost

We are lost
We are lost
Just trying to exist
We've lost ourselves
In following our neighbor's path

We are lost
We are lost
We are lost
We act on act
Without the fact
We sing each other's songs
To forget our world's wrongs
We are lost

And watch their lives
Go down in flames
While we set ourselves ablaze

We are lost
We follow our father's path
And forget our Maker's wrath