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Thursday, January 24, 2013

Quiet Clarity

Broken hearts and lost souls 
Working for dimes 
Seems like a crime
Lost on the scorned
Listening to whine 
Like every cowboy story 
Soul recovery 
Moving past attitude
Never looking back
If you know what 
the way back looks like
From that direction
You will find yourself 
in familiar  surrounding   
serenading  the same old ghosts
Passion like hate is inspiring 
Sympathetic smiles 
Eloquently unapologetic
Reticent Hesitation 
Quiet clarity 

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

No artificial restraints

Cliff diving is real life baby
Looking over the edge
Wondering about the exhilaration 
Thinking this going to hurt 
No seat belts on this ride
No artificial  restraints 
Just you and the air 
And the cliff whizzing by
 Each bump and crevice
Your life flashing by
 Iron weed rolling on waves 
Rational   response to insanity 
The world changes you
Insignificant little people 
Screaming threats 
The fear sweating out
Cliff diving is real life baby
Looking over the edge
Wondering about the exhilaration 
Thinking this going to hurt 
No seat belts on this ride
No artificial  restraints 
Just you and the air 
And the cliff whizzing by
Knowing the landing going to sting
Every little thing is itched in
Singing this song of the infected
Hypothetical psychotic haze
It is a curse I tell you

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Perfect ballad

It's like writing a song
So many notes
All sounding the same
The  notes are not mine
But the way they flow is
The words already existed
The combination created
A password to a soul
I write them down
The music playing in my mind
If only I learned the notes
So I could join the words
To the music of sound
Making a new language
Along this trip of mine
We could dance to laughter
The beat in this heart
Words missed you could hear
Cause it written on the next line
The sound would only end
When a new song began
Only some many notes
Only some letters
I dont make up the words
Just put them to paper
A story in your mind
Old memories vividly grey
Dancing on an empty floor
The music gone away
Like the ghosts of vividly grey
Sarcastic naturally

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Insidious Grey Lines

The world in shadows
Staying between two Solid lines
Rough outlines
Insidious
Borrowing trouble
Over inventing detail
Looking familiar
Peppering questions
Perfect fit
Sarcastic honesty
Anonymity in numbers
Sitting all alone
Looking at the world
Last images walking away
Never looking back
Running away
Finish your sentence
The one you wanted to say
But motility stopped you
The one you needed to say
Silence has a voice
Like frost on trees
To love and knowing
your not an enough
Silent voices staring
looking over shoulders
Never looking back