Mitch

[size=1] Little time, but here... [b][u]a fist to bleed[/b][/u] lie naked, on the floor lie naked, on the floor bleed the fist to the door bleed the fist to the door breaths cough fingers on eyes five gapes, a thumb to cry open the lid, open the side let the devil, let the doom howl a dog to the moon howl a dog to the moon lie naked on the floor make a fist cough a breath bleed the fist to the door five fingers on eyes flashes, flashes by flash, five fingers five fingers alive five fingers alive squirm. choke. gape. they move. shake. nails cold, steel pins rusty rakes, five knives of red creation, insignifigant hands touch the knob with rakes flashing by a new tint of lust. a hand of color to the eyes. open the liquid. the door chime. chime. chime. chime. so soon, alive so soon, so soon and so soon to die but for now--for now alive alive the rakes take the leaves grope them, catch them the rakes take the leaves grope them, give them hands a mouth. an arm. a fist to bleed destiny destiny the door is open garden to heave garden to sleep garden to be destiny just an open knob a fist to bleed lie naked five fingers the garden believes believes sudden gropes. sudden shakes. a breath forever leaving. darkness changing. chaining chaining the door is open a garden to heave to sleep to be chime. chime. chime. years later a gun to leave the door chime so soon, alive chime. chime. chime. so soon, so sooon and so soon to die but for now--now alive alive five fingers naked to two arms to two legs and feet lie naked, soon to grow soon to be a baby human a baby being machine to sputter to breathe just an open knob a fist to bleed the door is open ovaries a fist to bleed destiny destiny-- a naked body machine a naked body a dream [/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Juuthena [/i] [B][color=ff00cc] [size=1]It's not Mitch or Auron -It's Smitchron! ^ .^~! *dodges tomatoes* [/color] [/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] Don't [i]ever[/i] call me that again lol. It's as bad as calling me [strike]Kuja[/strike]...or dare I say it? [strike]AnimeLover[/strike]. *throws a big tomato at Juu*[/size]

[size=1] Auron wannabe I think not. O_o Lol Skones, next time I see you, you're in for some slappin'. :p I don't know what to say heh. I'm flattered that I have become such a great image of Auron, or something. Eh. On another hand, I find the adding ofeyeliner, and make-up to be quite mean and making fun of me. I guess Sara just wanted to play with my face, heh. Or something. I don't even know what to say lol. It's funny to laugh at yourself. Heh. Thanks for the nice laugh Sara. :)[/size]

[size=1] I usually do nothing anyways Tony lol. Yesterday was the first time I went to my friend's house for about four or so weeks...And we didn't really do much then either. I ended up lying down on the floor of his computer room because he was playing Morrowind or something. I actually fell asleep too lol. Then eventually he woke me up and we played Baldur's Gate: Dark Alliance. Fun game that is. I basically do nothing as well. I sit on the net if I can, try to write if I can...which has been really hard lately. Mostly I think because of work, it tires me quickly. What can I say, I'm a wimp? I think most of my weekends now are going to be spent working. So I'll just say working, writing, doing nothing...and whatever else. Editness: Oh, favorite thing. Forgot to mention that. Probably sittting on the net or writing.[/size]

[size=1] Well, I am going to [i]try[/i] and wait until I get married, or near there, before I have sex. Although I see nothing wrong with it all...as long as there's true, real feelings. I am not just going to have sex just to have sex. Sure, it's very possible, and would probably be enjoyable, but it'd be a lot better if it actually had reason to it lol. Heh. Obviously, I'm a virgin. Nothing too amazing there. So no, I don't think there's that much wrong with premarital sex. Mainly, for me, I want there to be true feelings, you know. It could be my whole life until that happens though. Ah well. I still have a lot of time to worry about that. I'd like to say it's good if the two people doing it are [i]mature, cognizant and understanding of what they're doing, and all that good stuff[/i]. Enough said.[/size]

[size=1] It reminds me of...I can't think of...ah...the pillsbury dough boy, that's it lol. A much better version, I might add. It also reminds me of the doll thing from Korn's Issues album. (ugh, what a bad album lol...well, not exactly, but I've never really liked Korn) I love it, actually.[/size]

[size=1] If I could be president, I wouldn't be. Simple as that. I hate the government sometimes enough as it is...and I just wouldn't be a good president. I don't think a lot of people would, either. I wouldn't even want to do anything doing with politics. I am very very scant on that subject, I only have what I've pretty much gleaned slowly from it, which isn't much. I'm not even sure I can tell the exact difference between republicans and democrats, that's how uninformed I am in this subject.[/size]

[size=1] TN, I'd love to see you post a thread about your "great" Japanese bands. See if they even could stand up to System, or Led Zeppelin for that matter, which is probably my favorite band, and has been one of the main voices and turns in rock. And even then, a lot of bands, most likely including your great Japanese bands were in turn influenced by American bands. So to hate the music that inspired and, in the core, is the music that you like and listen to is the be a hypocrite. Not to say that Japanese music isn't good, I just haven't listened to any. I'm sure some of it has to be good, considering. TN, I'm wondering if you've even listened [i]extensively[/i] to System? Because it's not right to base a band on a few songs, or just a few stupid reasons. 2 Fast 2 Furious, on the other hand...now that's crap. Utter crap. System could shake its legs and its wheels and churn it to butter. As for System...they're amazing. Their singer's voice is just amazing and creepy...they have a good drummer, and a good guitar player. A lot of their songs are so simple yet so very, very complex. I love that. And I like how they're just so brilliantly smart with every song, and each song doesn't sound exactly the same as the other. I'd say I like their first CD a bit better than their second. I don't know why, but to me, their first CD is a lot more loud, and it's just...not like Toxicity sounds in some ways. Spiders is probably one of my favorite songs of theirs, I don't know, it's just so awesome. I also like Suggestions, War?, Soil....heck, pretty much every song from their self-titled first album. Their second CD is also pretty amazing too. I especially like Forest, Aerials, Chop Suey!, and mostly the whole record too lol.[/size]

[size=1][b][u]tipsy tipsy little man[/b][/u] tipsy tipsy little man went round and round and round again up down to the side that's right fall faster tipsy tipsy little man, can i have your name, state your place? so tell me tell me like you can say what it is tipsy turning land you, you tipsy tipsy little man, go round and round and round again so tell me tell me like you can say what it is is it much like suffocating is much like crying tears, crying tears tears with ears and tell me suffocating well tipsy tipsy little man, i don't think you trust i don't think you, i don't think you can touch crying tears, crying tears tears with nothing tears with ears and tell me suffocating with a smile ofnothing tell me about this tipsyland tell me how, how meaningless it is to even smile tell me how pointless it is to even try and with your hand, crying tears, tears with nothing tears with ears and suffocating and smiles ofnothing tell me, as you go round and round and round again say it's worth it to live you can't tell me, tipsy tipsy turning man about this tipsy turning land is nothing to even have for i breathe and for i stand tell me, as you go round and round and round again tell me why, why your feet are so the same why, like a fiend, why like a fiend tell me why you walk, but only come back to what you've seen can't you suffocate? can't you just stop and put away the shoes those shiny now nothing now not a smile worn and bruised tipsy tipsy little man, don't you want to fall on your end don't those shoes fit like screams and wails and lips that say wet lips, don't those shoes feel like wet lips that are never ever can't you just take them off can't you just stop and sit take them off and the socks all dirt like turning round and merry-nothing-go-round you can't tell me, tipsy tipsy turning man, can't help the numb pain, more, and come on it's time to go it's time to just stop and sit you're old and young and i like your hair down and your shoes like wet lips wet lips, lips that move, like children, like mud that drips much like suffocating tipsy tipsy man, i'm tipsy and tipsy can't lean can't you suffocate? can't you just stop and put away the shoes? they will falloff one day fall off and leave you in a smile the smile of those shiny now nothing now worn now bruised just put away the shoes put them on the side on what's said too much just put away the shoes tipsy tipsy little man, every whisper and breath it doesn't matter, doesn't matter and is nothing brought you, brought me to our knees our knees tips tipsy little man, i'm tipsy and tipsy can't lean i wish i could fall fall and leave but brought you, brought me and there is something and there is worthy be tipsy tipsy little man, can't stand i wish i could fall and leave tipsy tipsy little man, i'm tipsy and tipsy can't lean my spit on my shoes just put away the shoes my spit flying, going round and round and round seeing that tipsy turning land fly and slam and i could just sigh and sigh with wide eyes i could just, tipsy tipsy little man, i could just die just put away the shoes these worn nothing now dirt bruised fall and leave you with a smile but tipsy tipsy little man, i'm tipsy and tipsy can't lean and the arms of her or me or nothing and whatever be hold me up and keeping me spinning round and round and round and there is something there worthy be much like suffocating and much much that there is to believe it brought you, brought me on our knees and to our knees something on our shoes, going back and back to dirt and moaning bleed and there, there as it bleeds, something worthy something be, and with a tipsy tipsy lean almost suffocating, almost never ever breathe much like, and tipsy tipsy suffocating [/size]

[size=1] This thread seems even worse than the other one...may I suggest [b]STRONGLY[/b] that you all [url=http://www.theotaku.com/rules.shtml]READ THE RULES[/url]. Spam is not allowed here, so one word posts like, "Would you walk with me," or, "I love the poem," or, "Sure, I'll walk with you *blush," and so on and on and on. Stuff like that is strictly and explicitly prohibited. So I do not want to see anymore of this. If you guys want to talk about other things that poetry, which is what this thread [i]is about[/i], I might add, then use the PMing system. You can go off topic a tad, but seriously, if you want to discuss things other than what this thread's about, do it by PM. I just want to delete this entire thread, but I can't. If you guys don't listen to me, I will send you all warnings, and then on from there. Please, abide by the rules.[/size]

[size=1] Yeah, there's definitely too many things to list...and most of the regret has left me to this time. That's what time does, I guess. I could go on, list millions of things...but thing I will regret the most, when it comes, is when my Mom dies from smoking, or dies in a nursing home hooked up to an oxygen tank. I'll regret, because, I could've stopped that. Even as hard as I have tried now, I can try harder.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B]You're 14, you don't know what love is. [/B][/QUOTE] [siZe=1] Look who's talking as well. Really, now one [i]knows[/i] what love is. There isn't a certain other word that incites as much as strongly as the world love does. Sure, you might [i]feel[/i] and [i]say[/i] that you know what love is. But really, love is used so all over today. Eventually the word won't mean what it should. There is a difference between knowing something and feeling it. How can you know what love is, when, in fact, you aren't even sure what it is, how it feels, and all that? Exactly. We might say we love someone, but we don't really know ourselves. We know we care about the person we say it to, but is that love? Caring? I can't know, and most people can't. You can put up the best arguments, but still, you don't know what love is. You just think you know due to the feelings you have. I guess that there is such a thing as love, but the word is used so many different ways; eventually it won't mean anything much, just like gay as word. It means happy, elated. But now it's used to describe homosexuals. And now it's being used, quite often, in the context of, "That's so gay."[/size]

[size=1] Although there's nothing against two posters posting constantly after one another, I would like it if you guys put more thoughts into your critiques. Because it's just like double posting in a lot of ways to say, "Oh yeah, I love that," just so the other person can post again. The falls in the way of spam, or near there. All of your guys' posts in these threads certainly aren't all like that, but a lot also are, from what I've skimmed through in here. So try and put some thought into your posts, at least look like you're not just posting to post. Another thing. Stay on topic as well. If you guys want to talk about personal stuff, then use PMs for it. This isn't the place to do it, okay? Thank you. I'm sorry if I came off all mean, because I certainly am not meaning to. Just try to do some of the things I said, if you just possibly can't do them all.[/size]

[size=1][b][u]That Feeling You Can Only Say In French[/b][/u] He thought, I wish I hadn't seen those eyes Tangled in hair, tangled in nothing Like a spider's web that weaves its side But he was beside the fire, warm inside "Lance," his wife had said when he'd looked at the eyes, "what're you looking at? Look over here." She pushed His neck with her hand, and brought him into her eyes Just like those other eyes, he thought; only hers were more Hypnotized. "It was nothing," he had said to her, right to her face. "I was just looking at the moon. Isn't it beautiful, so full and bright?" He looked over again, looking past the eyes, past the tangled hair. Looking to the moon Trying to push away the image, he brushed his wife's hair; her straight hair. "I love you, you know," he said with a nice pause. But it was a liar's pause. "You know I love you," said his wife rather fast. She moved closer to his face Their noses touched, and nuzzled each other's face. "I love you." She said it slower this time, right off her tongue. Let it dig into the side. But Lance was somewhere else, her eyes, he was thinking. Hypnotized. He could just see those other eyes; could just see the tangled hair Could see Laura's comma on the top of her head. And when they kissed His wife was Laura and her at the same time Like making love for the first time, it mixed in his head till a headache rambled No, he thought, it was more like feeling love for the first time. Not making it. That was when he looked into his wife's eyes as they kissed on But something wasn't there. All he could see, feel, or have was the tangled feel The tangled hair, the comma, and a pause like deja vu that tingled his stare. And just like that, the feeling passed. It was only a small after taste, a small, passing dream. Tangled hair. Wide, gaping eyes. And then, it went away. Like his wife's eyes. He was lost in her and lost in emotion. Hypnotized. They kissed, and eventually they made love. But Lance was haunted by his feeling And it was always right. As the fire went out, and he drifted off into the night, he dreamed it all again. The warm fire, the warm moon light. And when he woke to that blood scream in the night He knew it was his wife And it tasted in his brain, tasted and shook his head drone right to fright The tangled hair, the eyes. It was that feeling, the one you can only say in french Gone one moment, and tasting in his head later like death That moment he opened his eyes, he knew who it was "Laura," he said right aloud. And just like that, just like a passing cloud, It was gone as his voice fell to not a sound And there lay his wife, blood all over, on the ground[/size]

[size=1]More of a song than anything... [b][u]crawl-crawl the way[/b][/u] there was a day when the sands they felt so different to everything and touch like dancing ,like glad, when it could be they try to tell me tell me tell me when it could be like dancing, like glad, like never sad, only smiley-glad and i can't say and i can't say and i can't say it fallsdown and itfalls away this is never ever and never will it stay thesands touch and there was a day that day, they said, felt so different, like dancing, like glad icould careless and icould never ever feel so ever gone when it felt different, everything to and touch, what is so much that was the day when the sands were lies and on its brow and on its eyes like swinging dancers two and five and six i was born, born to do what is there to do and before me were millions of faces and hands and sighs this is never ever, they all sigh, and never will it stay dancing days inthe sand are far to feel i was born and they tell me tell me tell me when it could be like dancing, like glad, like never sad, only smiley-glad two and five and six dot-dot and memory-head forget head down-own and head up for never ever and ever sit and before me were millions of faces and hands and sighs teeming calls, with hands, and teeming faces, all with whys ten and twenty and forty-six dancing heads of twitch before me in the sand when the sand is mist head down-own and head up for never ever and ever sit there's two and five and six dot-dot and memory-head forget just laughing, waiting, with their smiles and chuckles and snarls saying it doesn't matter, even if you got to crawl-crawl up the way you'll die, they say, you'll die, they say, you'll die you'll die anyway, anyway, anyway and with a look, a look like ten and twenty and forty-six dancing heads and a look like dancing-dancing heads in sand with twitch they all say, like nothing, like all, like nothing, like all, teeming with their calls, with hands, and teeming faces, all with whys sigh, and sigh, this is never ever, they all sigh, and never will it stay you'll die, they say, you'll die, die, die, die, you'll die, you'll die anyway, anyway, anyway, saying, it doesn't matter, even if you got to crawl-crawl up the way[/size]

[size=1][b][u]A Wish of Even Words[/b][/u] I walk in the nursing home Like I told myself I wouldn't And said, wishing, "Never again." For what's done is done Even words, strong as they are Don't have a powerful enough gun Oxygen flows to her mouth Sounding as Darth Vader as it resounds I turn to your face, the wrinkles, the age Something covered up with ashes and smokeaways "Why," I ask, "must things go this way?" And you turn to me, your voice so gone The hiss hitting the words on "We're born only to die," you say, "and this is the choice "I have paved." Then you tell me, still as steel, Nothing matters anyways. I remember you kissing flowers with your love And that fish you caught, the one that was so big That died alone, cold, on the shore never to live The look in your eyes like the cancer that came It said to me a hypnotize. But still you smoked the same. Muttering under your breath, "Nothing matters anyways." Oxygen flows to her mouth One day I can imagine the same for you Like that fish caught, the one that was so big Like you and your smile, the way you walked away In the smoke I see you fade Sad smile-glad wisps that claim On your death the hissing words Will hit on That something covered up in those ashes and smokeaways Those endless puffs that went to your lungs and veins That murky, so very sour Hiss and hiss, and then, "Nothing matters anyways." As the heart beats, dies, and falls to sway Uttered, so unfair, to me and you like the fish That died, alone, on the bay Flowers, so cold without your kiss, wilting to nothing, away In the smoke I see you fade[/size]

[size=1] I was making a left turn, I was in the middle of the intersection, and the light was yellow. On the street which I was supposed to yield from, there were cars pilled all over the left and right lane, and the middle, there was nothing. I went to make the turn, and, out of nowhere, the car came, I hit it on the side, my car hitting it frontward. I didn't do too much damage to my car or the lady's, either. But hers was definitely worse, it was from the passenger door, and onward. Awhile ago, I can remember, I had a dream about the exact same thing almost. I was at the same intersection. My friend was in the car this time though, and I crashed right into a pole that time. I can't remember anything else, though. I never really remember much about my dreams..I remember, maybe, the people in them, and a few things elsewise. I remember that day still..it was snowing. I think. And there was snow on the ground. Right after it happened, I pulled to the side of the road, and walked over to the person's car. They were nice about it, or, I mean, she. It was just a mother and her son. She told me to "go over to the bank, meet there," so that's what I did. When I got there, she called the cops, we exchanged phone numbers, and I tried to find my registration and insurance card. I couldn't find it. So I went out into the cold, pretty cold then, and asked her to let me use her cell phone. I guess I was pretty upset, and when I only got the answering machine at my house, I was even more upset. I couldn't find my registration or insurance card. Then the cop came, gave me a 50$ [i]failure to yield[/i] ticket. I was blamed for the crash, and I guess it was my fault; but I hadn't seen her coming. That's the way it is with most crashes. Eventually, my Dad came, and he found what I'd been looking for, so I didn't have to take this form to fill in info on the crash. The cop was pretty heartless about everything he said to me, looking at me like I was stupid, saying, "Don't you know what it means to yield." I did, I did. When my Dad came, I was trying to explain to the cop that it just happened. I was trying to make it so he didn't think I was so stupid. My Dad thought that I was arguining with the cop, which I wasn't. I was simply trying to cope with what had happened in my mind. I remember that, that day, when I left school, I went down to my brother's school to pick him up. And I'd forgotten that I was supposed to not pick him up. So I went to that left turn, and here I am. It was meant to happen, I suppose. I had only had my license for about a week, too. Ever since I've really hated driving, and have driven probably more consciously. Also, one time, I was backing out of the Mini Mart by my house. That was back when I only had my permit, and my Mom was in the car. As I backed out, the engine died. And I tried to react, but I hit a pole. There was no damage though, but the way my mom blew up from it really scared me from driving as well. I couldn't help it, I didn't know that the car was going to do that. There have been numerous other close calls to wrecks. One time a van pulled and parked as I was trying to exit, and as I went into the turn, it stopped there. And I was surrounded, and had to squeeze from the van. My Mom got all ansy, and I nearly hit the damned van. Another time I was by a police car, nearly hit it then. Another time I was making a right turn, and I nearly hit an oncoming car. Basically, I must have some style driving. I'm still standing lol.[/size]

[size=1] Not too bad. It has too many big, stopping words in it for me, though. And it could use stanzas, I think. It all comes together as one coagulated mess, and it needs some breathing room. A lot of the lines could be shortened, and some are quite effective as they are. I didn't like the way you ended it, and I didn't like how this poem bounced around a lot. Focus is a great thing to have, Charles, with poetry. And stanzas allow focus to be lost a bit. That's why I'd recommened, maybe, just for kicks, that you go through this, give it stanzas (breathing room), some shortening (and a little cut of the verbosity of it too, that really just didn't fit the poem in some places, but, vice versa-ish, it worked amazingly well in other cases). That's a lot of poetry. Focus, I think. Giving one image, and managing to grow out of it abstractly, and in a way that makes all of the images blend together like a BLT, or something. Basically, it's like tweaking a car. This poem is pretty good as it stands, it is, but it could be a lot better from what I see. I see lots of potential. Eh, that about does it, I guess.[/size]

[size=1] Double posting, as pointed out, is not allowed. I have merged the posts for you. I hope that you won't do it again.[/size]

[size=1] Double posting is not allowed. I would go through and go into [i]every[/i] single post and add them all into one post, but I am kind of tired at the moment. I know these used to all seperate threads, but it's pointless to dot it all when it all could be one big post, until it goes over the text limit. I'd appreciate it if you'd put these all into one post, or until it isn't all double posting. But if you don't, I guess I will be forced to do it all myself.[/size]

[size=1] Yeah. I zone out a lot. I can remember...it's really vague, but..It was when I was in some special ed class (I was diagnosed with ADD when I was younger), and the teacher...I think she was an asian woman. And I just completely zoned out one time, or it might have been a lot of times. And you know, it wasn't just zoning out. It was like a dream, a real dream. Whatever I saw, it was like everything was actually happening in this day dream. It was so vivid. If only that happened still, or whatever it was. Also, I remember one time that I was waiting for my Grandparents to come, and in my apprehension, I was wandering around. I went into my parents' room, and I fell asleep on the bed. I dreamed that my Grandparents came, and the dream was also very, very vivid. The closest thing to actually living and actually seeing a dream I've had. It was amazing how vivid it was, when I think back. When I woke up, I actually thought all that I saw had transpired. I also zone out if I'm writing, especially if I'm reading, and also if I'm listening to music on the headphones. It's not anything like the things mentioned above, but I do zone out a lot.[/size]

[size=1] I love it, Ginny. Except for the text...it needs to be more faded. More into the background, so the whole thing looks like one thing. Or maybe you wanted the text to stand out..but I'd rather have it blend in. Otherwise, I love it.[/size]

[size=1][b][u]A Wish of Even Words[/b][/u] I walk in the nursing home Like I told myself I wouldn't And said, wishing, "Never again." For what's done is done Even words, strong as they are Don't have a powerful enough gun Oxygen flows to her mouth Sounding as Darth Vader as it resounds I turn to your face, the wrinkles, the age Something covered up with ashes and smokeaways "Why," I ask, "must things go this way?" And you turn to me, your voice so gone The hiss hitting the words on "We're born only to die," you say, "and this is the choice "I have paved." Then you tell me, still as steel, Nothing matters anyways. I remember you kissing flowers with your love And that fish you caught, the one that was so big That died alone, cold, on the shore never to live The look in your eyes like the cancer that came It said to me a hypnotize. But still you smoked the same. Muttering under your breath, "Nothing matters anyways." Oxygen flows to her mouth One day I can imagine the same for you Like that fish caught, the one that was so big Like you and your smile, the way you walked away In the smoke I see you fade Sad smile-glad wisps that claim On your death the hissing words Will hit on That something covered up in those ashes and smokeaways Those endless puffs that went to your lungs and veins That murky, so very sour Hiss and hiss, and then, "Nothing matters anyways." As the heart beats, dies, and falls to sway Uttered, so unfair, to me and you like the fish That died, alone, on the bay Flowers, so cold without your kiss, wilting to nothing, away In the smoke I see you fade[/size]

[size=1][color=gray]Nothing extremely well here..but writing is writing. [b][u]House of Sand[/b][/u] The daisies tear As they fall to the side And moan and lie Their leaves Begin to rot Like decay As they fall to the side The raven by the window Where the daisies tear Is letting out a wild sneer As he caws until The daisies fear Their leaves Begin to change Even more As they fall to the side Not like decay Their leaves Begin to rot Like a cadaver These leaves Change to good-byes And rot and lie Until they bleed And die The daises fear As the raven caws In his smiling sneer That is when The daises Are no more The daises By the window-sill Are no more And what's left behind Is human Everything In this house Was made To die And moan The daises Are no different As they bleed in my hand Dreams are red In this house Of sand When the Daises are No more What's left behind Is human As they bleed In my hand All one can do Is sigh Across this land In this house Of sand [b][u]The Birds Do Love You There[/b][/u] Find another place To feed your green When you have it You don't even know It's all over you Though Though Maybe the birds Will love you there As you feed your green And don't care All they know Is that when it's green And you don't care The birds do Love you there I kissed the bird The one you bought On the cheek Its beak It felt dismal I couldn't see what it was But all they know Is that when it's green And you don't care The birds do Love you there That's all I can Tell you here But they all know The birds themselves Eat the seeds on the ground And that they even aren't green As they suck the ground Until there's a worm to be found I remember that kiss From the bird The one you bought On the cheek All I can say Is that when it's green And you don't care The birds do Love you there [b][u]Changes Through My Head[/b][/u] Changes through my head That's all right with me Though this course will change My skull will still reach the sea It kind of makes me feel Makes me feel like I can breathe Like my head's not dead These eyes can see Like it was before It will be On these wings of maybe Rotten logs will bleed In the midst I think of you Like how it should always be On these wings of nothing You is all I see Consider my dreams Like it was before It will be On these wings of maybe Rotten logs will bleed Changes through your head That's all right with me Though your thoughts are lovely Your soul will reach heaven's sea On these wings of maybe Rotten logs will bleed In this swamp There's this bog Changes through the night There's something in the air When you hold it The air breathes On these wings of maybe The air breathes In this swamp Like how it should always be My head's humming? Rotten logs will bleed As your head falls And you go to sleep When you hold it The air breathes With one word You get what you came for When you hold it These eyes can see[/color][/size] [color=gray][size=1][b][u]Eating A Dream[/b][/u] Eating tastes like nothing on these teeth On this tongue: on this dream Something through this head Never shall be seen Brain whispers back A message perhaps Messages of this morsel? This food It seems when all has died?decayed: It seems that even then it all changes When this head's given its ravens When it's given its loving embraces Even then: Even then it will taste like nothing On these teeth On this tongue: on this dream Something through this head Even then Never shall be seen [b][u]Conception of The Current[/b][/u] Alternating currents Of some conception: Some surrender To this burden: The truth The point of a journey May as you will: Is not to arrive Of some conception?this alternate This current Deserve is to have: Purpose is not until the candle burns: The point of a journey Is not to return I set my hand on the machines: I activate the copper: the metallic I watch the world go round To the points of conception: To laugh in these arms and not to drive: To say as I will is to arrive I set my hand on the levers: the machines I active the alloy and my heart Through the beats: conception starts The point of surrender: shall it be anything can happen These alternating currents of my machine's brain Hereto this skull holds and whites the vains To think I'm here: to sail away The point of this journey: to rock the sands I've craved These alternating currents of this brain Memories and thought: sand learned The point of conception To say as I will: this is to arrive The point of this conception is not to breathe: This machine's idle is when it's alive: May as you will: for I? I will not arrive [b][u]My Mother Earth[/b][/u] "Love me until I die," My Mother Earth said through half a sigh As the trees rived and lied As her lips were moving on the sides She said that until her words Were blown away She said that until her words Were in the leaves and in their hearts As everything swayed As it was all Blown away With a long pause as she turned And the trees turned with her and on She looked up to the sky Saw nothing of God and heaven Only saw the black stars that were dotting eleven With a long pause as she turned She turned to them with one look Saying, "Love me until I die," again As if this time without a sigh Without the wind riding her eyes And her sighs For as it was all Blown away She was no longer My Mother Earth She was something altogether different: When she spoke this time The trees did not willow and lie The wind?oh the wind?the wind did not even speak It only was nothing as she said those words again And she looked up to the sky For it was all Blown away [b][u]On Their Lips Shall Be Cold[/b][/u] When the grave turns It turns to them all These skulls and these dead Memorial of what turns to them all Memorial of these that fall It is wholly to be breathing When Winter is on Their lips In this summer when flowers are warm Let us tell them not with flowers which On Their lips shall be Cold Let us tell these skulls these dead These Dogs of War these lips Cold When the grave turns on a day as to-day Let us turn it to them all Let us cry with a laugh in Their arms Remember what it was like to feel To wholly be Bullet and Steel To be hit with this Bullet of God Let us turn it to them all There are those that claim: they claim They know why these graves are stone On Their lips they say this Cold: Say this Snow is fell because it was owed It is wholly to be a Rose in the Winter To say what is known: and say it like you know These names etched on stone can tell you That they died Cold on the lips of Winter? They will say that they saw the Snow: it was Cold Only God should know when he took these deaths: In Summer it is wholly to be a fool to Warm the Cold: And the Bullet of God is a mighty heaven from the Cold So they say as they say that these deaths were bold: Like Blood and Bleed and Cold they fall So on a day as it is to-day Let us turn it to them all On Their lips in this Summer it shall be Cold For when you remember it is in Gold and Silver and Medals of Purple Hearts That and those that survived will tell you these Medals are not what is important: Like Blood and Bleed and Cold these Medals mean nothing without a memory So on a day as it is to-day Let us turn it to them all: these Medals don't mean anything at all Let us Cry these Tears to these stone graves We can wait until God should tell: On Their lips a wait like this shall be Cold The Snow is really pilling up outside these skulls: You'll never find a flower or a Kiss when all you do On a day as it is to-day is say Their lips are Warm And their Blood was like a Summer in Cold: To say so is to wholly be a fool: Wholly to be a fool and never find a flower or a Kiss in all you do: For memory only lives on in these dead skulls and heads: Those that are alive know that flowers and Kisses aren't bad But like Blood and Bleed and Cold these mean nothing without a memory So on a day like to-day Let us turn it to them all and never forget this memory Nor forget what it gave[/color][/size] [color=gray][size=1][b][u]Fool In The Rain[/b][/u] Fool in the rain; He dances like I As the rain falls on puddles This smile starts a-burning; It's manical: Quite discerning When it rains like this He finds the puddles To be wet and unsymmetrical; As if he can't remember symmetry This fool in the rain; The birds take him as shadow They perch only like rain birds shall; And they puddle his mind This drip drip Is of his find; The clouds, as they be Are of a heavy kind[/size][/color] [color=gray][size=1][b][u]Sweat And Bleed[/b][/u] When the house is built From Needles and Pins Inside its mouth It shall breathe In a shout When this house is built From Wood and Stone Outside its mouth It shall breathe In a weeping pout When this house is built From Blood and Sweat Inside its mouth and from Every pore It shall breathe In and out With a hammer and an axe Hack and hack With a tree and a boulder Rock and roll till it's all over With a open cut and an open hand Take the pail and take your stand For when this house is built With a hammer perhaps an axe Or maybe a tree even a boulder It is built with an open cut and an open hand You got to love how it just happens It's like sand On my hands Don't worry you boy When this house is built From Blood and Sweat I can tell you will not regret: Won't even let the pail evaporate Nor forget You got to love how it happens dear boy It is built with an open cut and an open hand Take your pail and take your stand It's time to work your time to hell Or heaven as God calls it up in his own house 'Cause I got to tell you boy Needles and Pins will stab your jeans Fade them out and make you bleed 'Cause I got to tell you boy Wood and Stone don't last forever It gets beaten till it's down to ashes and something like leather Then to hell goes your shelter And it's like sand On my hands By golly boy your house has just started It's too early in this game To call your names and make your chips Too early to even care and let it hit 'Cause I got to tell you boy In your teens you'll be able to build: Build till you hit the gold Some chains of silver and something you can't hold Now don't jump that far to this game You're only as many years as your mailbox names Don't even know what your house is going to be built to Kind of a shame 'Cause it's all like sand for me My house ain't holding up 'cause there's a storm No it ain't anything like clouds and rain It's more inside my own veins Don't know if I'll be able to see your house in its glory And really, it is kind of a shame But boy it's too late in this game for me So listen?listen goddangit?listen to me I's your Grandpa I lived to see Soon I'm coming on eighty-three You better Sweat and Bleed Don't be like any of them others: Do good deeds It's more rewarding, you see boy Sometime you'll realize you don't even care All's I can say is remember what I said here today: You better Sweat and Bleed: It's the right deed Mayhap there's no heaven; Mayhap there's no hell: But do you know it's best to die And mayhap it's also best to cry If you can't do all these Just do one thing: Love someone till you die Oh dear boy I can see how strong you'll be Do something great I see Write a novel; maybe play soccer and frisbee; All those good sports that set you free But don't you forget 'cause it's gonna go like this anyways: You're going to Sweat and Bleed: Eventually your house and your whole body's gonna leave Yes even your Heart and your Spirit and that Tree Sure is a lovely thing I have to say boy You're going to do us all proud Going to come out a freshman: Get a job, build your house; Love someone till you die Sure ain't going to build your house with Sticks Nor even Stones: 'cause really they don't even break Bones They do but you'll learn that Pain's something more No you don't always need band-aids for all those sores Didn't you hear a frelling word I've said? All's you got to do boy? Listen to me, listen?listen to me: All's you gotta do?it's just one thing: Gotta Sweat and Bleed [b][u]Story Forevermore[/b][/u] A story At three Ms. Lander set her coffee Down on her knee She read to me A story At three The hobbit: she read it To me Bilbo Baggins was just Realizing that the time Was wrong Remember his head humming Like it had been ran over And been dark all along If I were Bilbo Baggins I wouldn't have said A thing As that ring Touched my hand I would've thrown it To the side It'd only keep a beat Bad company A story At three Ms. Lander was done With her coffee Took it forever off her knee And The hobbit: she closed it Finished reading to me And Bilbo Baggins Was just realizing The time was wrong! Wanted to tell Ms. Lander That Bilbo was still In the dark I could see it There was something on the side It was dark A story Done At four Goes on Forevermore Till the book Is opened forlorn It is closed Forlorn [b][u]Too Late[/b][/u] "Open your eyes." Delanie on my lips "Open your eyes." God gone nothing sits Carryon?, carry on Because nothing really matters Too late Delanie off my lips God gone: nothing sits Good-bye I have to face a truth Good-bye I don't want to die So, can you? "Open your eyes." My mouth is every And where Everywhere I saw a little bough in the wind Something saying and it's spared Let me go?, or is it too cold Little bough in the wind's Stone? Carrion, carrion Carrion you're dead I have to face a truth Blood is in the bough: On the wind? Nothing really matters?, Delanie off my lips No God and nothing sits Bough had this Hand? Bough had this Dead? No I will not let you go No we will not let you go Little bough in the wind's Stone? My little bough in the wind Something did say?, Wasn't it spared? Too late? Sends shivers down my spine "Open your eyes." My mouth isn't Isn't breathing I don't want to die So you think you can Lock me? So you think you can Love me? So you think you can Leave me to die? So you think? Too late? Too late blood is in the bough: On the wind? I payed the dues?, Did you see the moon? It was blue: Cold like you "Open your eyes." Feel her on my lips? Delanie I don't want to Die Delanie I don't want to? Cold like you? I feel? Fell from the bough: Delanie caught my hand Delanie I love you Did you see the moon? It was blue: Cold like you Look at me Look at each other Too late? I can't breathe Lives rearrange them: Bough bleed For them? For us? Delanie I don't want to? I payed the dues? Cold like you? Raining like you? Delanie I don't want to? I don't want to die: I want to live For you? Can't I can't breathe Delanie I don't want to? I feel her on my lips? "Open your eyes." I don't want to die Delanie, I don't want To die Bough bleed? Did you see? My tree?our tree I want to live Cold, I can't breathe You? You? Delanie I don't want to? Die Delanie I don't want to? Tomb Delanie? I love You?? [b][u]Facade To The Ground[/b][/u] Do you ever believe You're stuck in the sky? Do you ever believe You're going to die? Do you ever believe You're going to fly? Do you ever believe Your blood's going to dry? Don't you ever believe Your God's going to try? Don't you ever believe You're going to fly? When your sun is fake Facade to the ground When your moon is cold Freeze to the sky Like rivers flow Red water the moon goes Freeze on the sky Is cold Cold Do you ever die? Do you ever fly? Do you ever dry? Do your feet Ever walk Do your hands Ever crease Do you veins Ever cease Was it the power Of the belief? Was it the power Of the crease? When your veins Cease? Beliefs that the bullets of the Wicked Beliefs that the bullets of the Gods Beliefs in the bullets of the Martyr When your veins cease When your power Is belief When was is about Blood that dries When you fly When you die When your feet aren't dry And blood isn't die Don't you ever freeze On the moon in the sky Don't you ever dry On the sun in the lie Bask in one thing Bask in what you are Freeze it till you can't apart Until you can't have a heart Bleed in the bullets of the Wicked Bleed in the bullets of the Gods Bleed in the bullets of the Martyr Bleed until you can't apart Until you can't have a heart When you're all done Freeze it till you can't apart Until you can't have a heart When your sun is fake Facade to the ground When your moon is cold Freeze to the sky When you can't apart Facade to the ground Freeze to the sky Love everything in death And don't ask why [b][u]Dandelion 'Lion 'Lion[/b][/u] Dandelion 'lion 'lion Dandelion Cant stop denyin' 'nyin' Denying Oh Dandelion you can't stop Denyin' 'nyin' 'nyin' Denying I sure haven't been lyin' lyin' Lying When I tell you it's true true True Down on your hair Like nothin' and everywhere When I tell you I care Dandelion 'lion 'lion Dandelion Can't stop denyin' 'nyin' Denying Never thought I'd see your face Didn't think you'd be on this head Dandelion 'lion 'lion Your breath's been in My ear Can't stop thinkin' and wondering What's to fear Down on your hair Like nothin' and everywhere When I tell you I care Dandelion 'lion 'lion There's this feeling I get When I can't sleep and the wind's not Right Can't stop denyin' 'nyin' Denying When I can't sleep and the wind's not Right When you can't see sun Night sure's bright I can see you growin' cold in the sun Can see you breathin' in My ear Somethin' grey No yello' like I hear Can't stop thinkin' and wonderin' What's to fear Oh Dandelion 'lion 'lion Oh when the wind blows? When the wind blows you know Dandelion 'lion when the wind blows? You know 'Specially when it's cold You're somethin' grey in the cold Dandelion 'lion 'lion No more yello' like I hear In my ear Growin' frail like Crumblin' stone Everthing so cold Want to hold you close Dandelion 'lion 'lion Want to hold you close Everything so cold Want to hold you close My head's hummin'? It won't stop Everything so cold It crumblin' like stone And I can see you're growin' grey in the sun Dandelion 'lion 'lion See you growin' cold In the sun Growin' grey Crubmlin' like stone On them grassy fields Of last childhood's feel On them cold rocks of mouth Of last childhood's exhumin' I can feel you an' it's quite Movin' Dandelion 'lion 'lion Growin' grey on them Grassy fields On them cold rocks of mouth Dandelion 'lion 'lion Don't know what to call this Growin' grey on them Grassy fields Got somethin' to tell I can feel you an' it's quite Movin' Love 'ove 'ove you Dandelion 'lion 'lion You dandelion 'lion 'lion In the wind Want to hold you close In the wind 'til there's nothin' more On them grassy fields Want to hold you close In the wind 'til there's nothin' more On them cold rocks of mouth Everything so cold Everything so cold Growin' grey Crumblin' like stone Dandelion 'lion 'lion Everything so cold Got to tell you An' you whisperin' In my ear Let me tell you You growin' grey With fear Growin' gray With stone Stone On your fingers An' in your mind Dandelion 'lion 'lion Sweet an' stone Don't go together They don't go together Got to tell you They don't go together Taste bitter together Dandelion 'lion 'lion Always?you always been sweet Been yello' an' so beautiful as sweet An' Dandelion 'lion 'lion People been pullin' your beauty?your yello' Been pullin' it an' pullin' it 'til you not yello' Got to tell you Dandelion 'lion 'lion You always been sweet Been yello' an' so beautiful as sweet An' I just gotta tell you It ain't Just ain't right You growin' grey With stone Growin' grey An' you pull back 'Til you're alone Pull back With stone You ain't been throwin' No you haven't even been Goin' Oh Dandelion 'lion 'lion You always and are sweet Been so yello' an' so sweet Want to tell you 'til I can't speak But you growin' grey With stone An' I just gotta tell you It ain't It just ain't right Been thinkin' 'bout this An' it's so strange Like I know you An' it's so strange Dandelion 'lion 'lion Been thinkin' 'bout this You always been Sweet Love 'ove 'ove you An' I just gotta tell you Dandelion 'lion 'lion You growin' grey With stone 'Til you're alone An' it just ain't right You meant to be sweet An' I wanna tell you? Tell you 'til I can't speak I love 'ove 'ove you An' you always been Sweet I wanna hold you in my arms Wanna hold you 'til there's nothin' more 'Til you ain't growin' grey with stone 'Til you ain't alone Dandelion 'lion 'lion I wanna hold you in my arms 'Til you ain't growin' grey with stone 'Til you ain't alone An' I won't let you go Everything so cold An' I won't let you go Everything so cold An' I won't?no I won't Let you go [b][u]senseof kisses[/b][/u] will i eversee a parabola? when you cessation; senseof kisses: 'sphyxiation i see the roses' elation: parabola;cold it says belated cold it says to me;sovery lovely if i eversee a parabola it willnot matter to me for when you cessation; senseof kisses: it willnot matter to me for since feelings comefirst; i won'tsee:won'tbreathe all i have: as your hands touch me; cessation these eyes; these senseof kisses willnot even matter to me:deep down in my brainthatbreathes; i want i will see breathing in i cessation; senseof kisses: 'sphyxiation to love you in my arms so lives are gone i want i will see thesesenses of kisses: my brainthatbreathes when flowers parabola:they leave greenblood is sensation;bleed [b][u]on the highway[/b][/u] i drive on the highway saying something: "An' he don't know why" hold on for one more day i drive on the highway my lights i fixed yesterday though he say:: "Light ain't so great" fixed it anyway i drive(liketheotherday)to her house and wish i could stay park on the side of the highway and i tilt my hat and i give my car a tap though he say: "Do you really love her; you're just going to die anyway" i can cry:dear god can i mope at her house i just can't elope tell her i love her:then she spoke: "Hun, you sure ain't ever gonna get the second base, even with a rope" i tell her everdaythat i want to elope as i said i can cry:dear god can i mope i usually leave till i can't hope leave her and she say: "Bye hun, love you can't elope today" i cry tears when i get headed on the highway and i just drive the tears away back in my car he say: "We should call it a day today" by this time i collect myself and itell him the day neverends maybe same stuff different day but you got to love it on the highway that's when we call it the day day mightbe young but what the hey we all die young anyway [b][u]Jack Death[/b][/u] what a ploy what a play; (when the grass is grain move then say , say dazed forgiven? forgotten? splay?) i stand i say:don't loveme; it'll all fall away breathe now and today (i love to hate and love this sway build me a house, and build me a stairway) give me this redheart and kissesofyours; i'll give you forlornkissesofhorns what a wight what a crave; i tire and in my houses' stay build my stair and giveme a way it'll all fall away, anyway i need to breathe now and today when it's all a plot what a play; it'll all fall away i need something:a stairway not heaven not hell not a new life i need jack death he knows me and he often tastes my let:even gives me,as it may, silhouettes i need to taste this wine taste this fret:give me jack the drink of death [b][u]Apparition Kisses[/b][/u] apparition haunting asphixate: those words i would say; i'd share with you,'pparition, i'd give you me in time just for a taste of your wine apparition i'd smile my smile my fake smile that doesn't matter only says defeat i'd tell you how it haunts me: those thoughts i say,and you tell me: only these stark nothings though; leaves and branches and twigs and bones cold as i build my snowman till you and i are alone wish it was snowing but apparition it's summer i can't feel it though it only rains; i think i have something:a drink for all the pains a kiss on her even though she's gone kisses ofsense always kisson: is love yours:a cessation you too put on? good to know you: it's good you like song i can't wait to meet you,hear the way cause i am sick of these stark nothings; these hands and smiles and crushes and love-miles still love her even though i never met her smile just tell me one thing apparition; one thing that's as small as my pandora's hope small as love's boxofkisses that spoke tell me these hands and these smiles leaves and branches: apparition,will i still love her even though i never met her smile? i knew you as one couldn't tell me; i love her:these hands and smiles twigs and bones it's a puddle-puddle as i walk a kiss on her even though she's gone; it's good to know you: good you like love's song [b][u]breathein[/b][/u] baby in these arms breathingin is like losing aworried mind to love in time close this door of when: just breathein again the sunsets lady:by all flowers i swear in these arms breathein again isn't the light ofthe sun beautiful? baby in these arms sunsets don't mean much to kisshere,baby,in these arms i tell you in these arms breathein close this door of when; just breathein again [b][u]of course dear sleep[/b][/u] of course dear sleep i love you and keep when tears don't touch when breatheingin is hardtolove of course dear sleep i love you and keep hush nowhush soft pillow pillow i love you and keep o baby when tears don't touch and roses aren't daffodils hush nowhush tears don't haveto touch; on thisbed i lie if you want to i can sleep on thisbed i lie of course dear sleep i love you and keep softpillow you brush myhair hush nowhush on thisbed i lie of course dear sleep i love you and keep if you want to i can sleep hush nowhush tears don't haveto touch o lady i love you softpillow you brush i wanted to cry nowhush i love you softpillow you brush nowhush [/color][/size] [size=1][b][u]Luckey You[/b][/u] Luckey you luckey you Got a coin and a quarter Worth ninety and love for two Numismatic and ain't it through I saw you I saw you Luckey luckey luckey you Saw the quarter go in the arm-man Saw worth ninety and love for two saw it grew Now it's worth a heed of gold And I ain't got nothing like that So you might as well know By darlin' luckey you Got a pricless and a hand You know luckey you You know what we have to do Numismatic and translucent it goes through And ain't it true Luckey luckey you [b][u]the sands of day[/b][/u] when i was but on (the sands of day) skies were (andthat'sallihavetosay) when i was conceived (on the sands ofday) i didn't seegod but i was given baptism (to my father's dismay) jehovah's witness he was (and i maysay is today) so whereis this god (for theyall see him theysay) i shallgo tohell when even i was but on (thesands ofday) breaths conceited (my handbleeds,nay) my hand bleeds (touch the vein) whereis god what is it hegave (love forflowers isnot thesame) taste is bitter onthesesands (of clay) i wasbut cellsandzygotes (but love forflowers isnot thesame) repeat isashuman as godandhisname (for ifheis then god and i are ofthesame) i was but here (on these sands ofday) somehowand way (i havegone astray) my breath;myway ,theseflowers andbreath andearth (that hegave) my loveforflowers isnot thesame (andthatisall ihavetosay) loveme lady ihave somuch togive for when i was but on (the sandsof day) somehow,someway ilovedyouthen (on the sandsofday) andthatis allihavetosay [b][u]rainoftrees[/b][/u] i was just at a walk when puddles dripped and i puddled at thought standing on pavement and slippery rainoftrees learned it's hard to forgettheleaves hard to forgetheleaves dear granpda,gravel gets wet from standing on pavement and slippery rainoftrees and when thelightning sings on that gravel it's hard to forgettheleaves i hope youhave just a walk and it puddles and drips as your lips i hope youhave just a walk that fathers love and haveto talk dear grandpa,stand on thatpavement wet from rainoftrees be thefather the one you'll alwaysbe [b][u]forhuman[/b][/u] there's a knife in his hand like a sword his mindstands as it is as it will things shall always be the same no matter what is killed or what is blamed take this knife in his hand like a sword swing it,bleed it likeman for human is what stands forhuman i kissyourmouth tongues,breaths, take your arm this stress tale this knife in his hand like a sword he doesn't want whathenever had anymore swing it,bleed it likeman head dromes humming marionettes gone mad forhuman ikissyourmouth tongues,breaths, this knife in hishand all ihave is the sign onthewall it has forhuman written,dripping, i can hear calls this stress this stress mentalimpress marionettes gone thewall has forhuman written,dripping, i can hear evenyou call take this knife take this hand kissyourmouth kissyoursteel i lovehate and lovehate thisfeel forhuman thisfeel ilovehate i can hear evenyou call kissingyourmouth kissingyoursteel lovehate i want to die kill take this knife in his hand marionette i love you,you moveon myhand lovehate thewall calls head drome forhuman the truthwill haunt you for long this hand this stress marionette take this knife from hishand forhuman forhuman bleediwant todie i feel feel head drome on ikissyourmouth ikissyourbreath bloodbleedbreathe lovehate this feel idon'twant what idon'twant when this feel feel lovehate i wantto die kissingyourmouth kissingyoursteel just hitmewith the knife i don't havereason forman kissingyourmouth kissingyoursteel lovehate i lovehate this feel tobe dead tonot feel take this knife takethis hand thewall, for human, my mind iswhatstands dripping,eschew this cold call i hear evenyou moanthefall the truthwill haunt for too long marionette take this knife from hishand marionette don'tbe don'tbe mad take this knife in hishand dripping,puddling, count thehourglass and lovehate thesand [b][u]et tu love[/b][/u] et tu et tu et tu? what's done is done (what was][said)? et tu love (like far and breathe) [mist is bleed] et tu et tu et tu et tu? i heard (voices) when he (i) was {[done]}? [what was (said)]? et tu good night (far and wee) 'there was "wind" [cold [like death hither (to) just (breathe) et tu [like death {es} is [i heard] done et tu love et tu love, what's done [is done];? deus [ex] machin(a) [like death what [blood]? is (blood)? et tu tu et tu et tu? et tu love [b][u]skeletons that sing to me[/b][/u] skeletons (that sing) to me narrow eyes (still skin that maggots) bleed slap! slap! (broke the wall) did he? [i believe (believe)] god i want to (believe) [i breathe (breathe)]?skeletons haunt (they see) slap! slap! (not as strong (you see]) how (much) does it hurt you (me){i want to believe} "i raised my son (me) to believe; in my (eyes) house he must (believe) believe" (skeletons) angels (that sing) [slap! slap! what a sting] have you (me) ever turned (wanted) to dust? (like still skin that maggots)? (i raised him [i want to--]believe) flaky (maggot skin) bleed; skeletons (help me skulls) [i breathe (breathe)} is it meant (slap! slap! the sting)? you (do [not]) perceive (me) [what maggot skin be] [believe (i don't) believe] slap! slap! (face the [broke the (wall)]? you (i) not the son (me) take the bleed [remember tom left (long ago) in his truck}in his truck away from the trees (like maggots that believe) is love [isn't] (i don't) to believe? he (awakes) in another place (head) [confirmed] turned away (no cross to [suffer] he]) i saw (blind) [all the way] skeletons (they sing) just little (me) (so carefree) [easy to [][believe] hit (remember?) the wall [broke it away) lie awake (but asleep) in another place [slap! slap! fall over and see] grown up (me) [not little] [not carefree] lighter this time [less slap!] (can you believe?) just (bleed) go on [less still maggots slap! slap! skins] to not [let me} let (me) believe [in what i say] god (they say) [those skeletons under ground [where the maggots skin} (they sing) just (bleed) go on (and [breathe]) [b][u]The Claims[/b][/u] The voices and the moans Expletive loves and expletive drones Exasperation in the veins Like haunting mud of never ever change To yammer is to chisel with a skin Gravel turns your hand in salty pools of rain Ever to stay and ever to say That is what voices change In this head in this blood This hand says leave it be And there's a whisper? Whisper in the leaves Drenched skin that prints this hand The leaves say the wilt will come Gone and long and never ever The wilt shall come To these words to these memoirs To have angel and to have wing Yammer and yammer and to be speaking On these hands and in this far To have reason that is what voices change And to take this hand Like haunting mud of never ever change Is to have what when there is say In the garden of what is and what is same There these words shall speak a tomb For what and not and what's too soon Under dirt they shall find the moan? The voices will bleed their home That is when conception will brush it all Away to any kind and any way And then to their voice they will wave Speaking silently and close with wide skulls in eyes Speaking ever to stay and ever to say To finally learn that words are stone in stakes And the words shall bleed from them like nevermore Incessant and smiley glad-hands that whisper in the leaves This hand says leave it be For it shall be When the last hand is placed on mouth Death-numb without even a cat's eye to doubt The dogs shall have their meat They will utter their single word of singled tang Defeat will claim like never there was a claim Like haunting mud of never ever change In the garden? The garden of what is and what is the same [b][u]over the hills and far away[/b][/u] come from thesands ofwater where the trees are green and the ocean seas my river isyour overlord i havelong wingsof fish on my wing i wing a wish i come from thesands ofwater in a swish and can't youcatch mywing and come my way will you wing a wish on the fish please tell them to stay tell them to stay sandsofwater and seas don't need a bay tell them to stay but overthehills and faraway i still tell them and all i can do with a wave like trees and a hand that wings is tell them what happens but by then they are far and wee they turn from my river of treesgreen and the ocean seas i am the seagull overlord and many wings i wing a wish many fish i wish but overthehills and faraway they turn away [b][u]Whale Bones[/b][/u] She's my fave Could tell you She's in A pet at my side Washed over the Sword-storm for a ride So far and gone But could tell you She's in I'll meet her Over there? Aft' the steel-strikes, O'er the green, Where, o'er sea Th' whalebone sings Could tell you Sure as the waves I'll meet 'er An' undress with her In the sea O alas, alas? I have many Steel-strikes To sting on Till the whalebone Sings O'er seas I write her letters Of th' many steel-strikes And stings Alas, alas? Washed over the Sword-storm for a ride After th' steel-strikes, And yes, o'er seas, I'll meet her An' the whalebones Shall sing[/size]

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