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Saturday, December 28, 2013

Spinning in this whirlpool

The low so dark
Black is a shade of white
Hearts lost in grey
Starting to late
When yes is a no
It’s too late to go back
It’s too late to start new
Spinning in this vortex
Reality or fantasy
Hard to know
When maybe is no
It’s too late start at the beginning
It’s too late turn back
Running this marathon
Thump of the drum
Beating in my chest
Spinning in the wind
The low so dark
Black is a shade of grey
Hearts shatter like broken mirrors
Reflecting that look lost in tears
Spinning in this current
When yes is no
Fantasy is this reality
Hard to know
When no in never
It’s too late to start at the beginning
It’s too late to run this race
That already ended
So long ago
Every thump in this chest
The beat of this drum
Lost in the wind
The low so dark
Black is a shade of white
Hearts lost in grey
Starting to late
Thump of the drum
Beating in my chest
Spinning in the wind


Sunday, December 22, 2013

that country song



Your head so full of yourself
There is no need to fill it with more
You disappear so much
I don’t know when you’re here
Or when you’re gone
It sounds like that bad break up song

Your head is full of yourself
You have selective memory
Only seeing the good in all your wrongs
Disappearing into yourself
I hardly know when you’re here
Living this bad country break up song

Your head is so full
Delusional narcissistic Barbie doll
Answering every question
With but you said
Words coming back
Just another break up song
Guess I wasn’t thinking

Your head is so full
There is no need to say anything more
Your head so full of yourself
Barbie doll want to be
Your head is full of yourself
Remembering in that make believe way

Your head so full of yourself
This is no point and saying anything good
Your head is full of yourself
Just want a be Barbie doll
Your head is so full
Remembering things in that make believe way

Your head is so full
There is no need to say anything more
Your head so full of yourself
Barbie doll want to be
Your head is full of yourself
Remembering in that make believe way

Your head is so full
There is no need to say anything more
Your head so full of yourself
Barbie doll want to be
Your head is full of yourself
Remembering in that make believe way

Your head so full of yourself
There is no need to fill it with more
You disappear so much
I don’t know when you’re here
Or when you’re gone
It sounds like that bad break up song

Your head is so full
There is no need to say anything more
Your head so full of yourself
Barbie doll want to be
Your head is full of yourself
Remembering in that make believe way

Your head so full of yourself
This is no point and saying anything good
Your head is full of yourself
Just want a be Barbie doll
Your head is so full
Remembering things in that make believe way

Your head is so full
There is no need to say anything more
Your head so full of yourself
Barbie doll want to be
Your head is full of yourself
Remembering in that make believe way

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Winter Tableau



Walking through a haze
Clouds near the ground
Making up words to toss around
Some many people with that frosted glaze
Painted on smile wishing this day to gone
Pistachio ice cream in Italy
Cello floating on air
Florence with disaster scared in walls
Colors resolute in desperation
Beautiful in a contextual idealization
Here I gaze at the crystallized windows
Weather so cold it shatters when touched
Is that person sitting there a statue?
Did he freeze there in the night?
A frozen tableau vivant
Get to close
 You too will be there for all time
One more frozen statue
Covered in snow in a winter scene
Walking through the haze
Through the frozen cold in the winter shine
Each day a little shorter making the darkness last longer
The ghosts of those summer fields
Warm and so far away
Beaches refreshing in morning light
So far away

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Short



Short of to late
To slow to realize it

Ever sunrise is one of kind beautiful
Ever sunset is on the other side

When trust is gone
Hate is still strong

The tree of hope clings on
Reaching to heaven in desperation

Short of to late
Just in time

Life is lived in a surreal dream
Broken promises in a positive spin

Faith is a conviction a little thin
Loathing fades with the pain

A cactus flower growths
Sucking water from stones

Short of to late
To slow to realize it

When words are no longer needed
The silence of eternity is refreshing

Beauty stares back unexpectedly
Short of to late

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Can't let go

Can't let go what you don't know
You don't know
You can let go what you don't know
You don't know

I want you
I need you
You make me fine

He says
What did you say
I can't hear you
Was distracted by work and time

You can let go what you don't know
What You don't know

I miss you
Shadows are long
Will you be mine

He says
I can't hear what you said
It is to loud here
I was distracted by whiskey and wine

You can let go what you don't know
What You don't know

She says
You don't hear what I say
You don't want to be mine
I am going for tomorrow today

He says
I don't know what I did
You make me fine
I was distracted by desire and wine

Can't let go what you don't know
You don't know
You can let go what you don't know
You don't know

Can't let go what you don't know
You don't know
You can let go what you don't know
You don't know


He says
I want you
I need you
You make me fine

She say
What did you say
I can't hear what you have to say
I was distracted by tomorrow today

Can't let go what you don't know
You don't know
You can let go what you don't know
You don't know

Through the trees


Sunday, December 8, 2013

The doors slam



I should be dead
But I am not

Looked death in the eye
And shocked my head

Dreaming this reality
Blowing a kiss in disbelief

Rattling the dice in my hand
The scythe man stares back

Silence crawls along the spine
Cold as death

Trembling anger in that grasping hand
Words in unnerving silence

Whispering in a fog
I will see you later

I should be gone
But somehow I am still here

Walked up to the doors of hell
Knocked on the door

And screamed                 you
The reaper answered

You like playing this foolish game
Playing with black aces and eights

I will see you soon
But not just yet

As the doors slam shut