The world holds on to one
The other is let go with ease
Appearance deceives no one until time
And only time, as usual becomes the crime
Now, it is too late
The world can grieve
But only a few can grieve deservedly and truly
And leave their body
A projection into dreams from which reality
(an unforgivable truth)
Never comes about
Most of us, however, never make it this far
A dream is more real than any reality
Both of these things will grow congruently
Until one of them, after time, will give grudgingly
Its small but sacred place in the minds tonality
Tone will manifest as the moon does its light
And after any plight
The mind will revert to taking any sight
To be something of a threat
And die as slowly as the great oak grows
All that is left is appearance
What appears to be true is a false lucid dream
We don't control because we aren't ourselves
Ourselves appear to be us but we know better
And yet in this chaos we appear to be fine
As if this illusion of happiness was divine...
And appearance said that all would be well
Until a jagged edge tore the sheet and showed hell
But the world patched the sheet as appearance told
And those of us higher saw appearance's hold
The higher would writhe and weep from the skies
But the rain that would fall would be labeled as lies
And the higher would fall until one was left hanging
On a last bit of truth, whispering "the world is changing"
No one would hear him and alone he would fall
Silently landing, the truth dead with him, among us all
Monday, September 29, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Teller of Thoughts
Part of living is living without
A precious few of us live with
And the rest of us filled with doubt
Can hardly live-- at all
And those of us still living without
Are still living with
It's a matter of seeing we're all the same
Swimming around with your eyes
Letting the chlorine-tainted manifesto
Steal your skies
Of blue, red, orange, and gray
All forms of each and every precious day
And then there is me, the teller of thoughts
A greeter of fearful and self-tearing thoughts
In the morning I recieve, in the evening I decieve
I know what I'm thinking and I can't help but doubt
And yet in the morning I have to believe
Unless I am to relieve myself of my mind
And relive the horrors and joys, every kind--
But a giant can only walk so far
Until he's rounded the world nine times before
All through the night as I stare at the ceiling
Accepting and ignoring every single feeling
I can't help but cry and feel dry as I try
To quit and admit every thought I emit
I listen to myself and shut the voice out
The words are so wise and make me feel stupid
And my stupid words fall on others as wise
It's like I'm wearing some daring disguise
It sits on my face but I feel its my own
Of course I got it from someone on loan
A hopeless man who is filled with hope
A dying man who can't help but live
I am each one, I know that its true
I am without a face, but I am with you
A precious few of us live with
And the rest of us filled with doubt
Can hardly live-- at all
And those of us still living without
Are still living with
It's a matter of seeing we're all the same
Swimming around with your eyes
Letting the chlorine-tainted manifesto
Steal your skies
Of blue, red, orange, and gray
All forms of each and every precious day
And then there is me, the teller of thoughts
A greeter of fearful and self-tearing thoughts
In the morning I recieve, in the evening I decieve
I know what I'm thinking and I can't help but doubt
And yet in the morning I have to believe
Unless I am to relieve myself of my mind
And relive the horrors and joys, every kind--
But a giant can only walk so far
Until he's rounded the world nine times before
All through the night as I stare at the ceiling
Accepting and ignoring every single feeling
I can't help but cry and feel dry as I try
To quit and admit every thought I emit
I listen to myself and shut the voice out
The words are so wise and make me feel stupid
And my stupid words fall on others as wise
It's like I'm wearing some daring disguise
It sits on my face but I feel its my own
Of course I got it from someone on loan
A hopeless man who is filled with hope
A dying man who can't help but live
I am each one, I know that its true
I am without a face, but I am with you
A Concious Passing
Walls enclose me, I am no more
The mind of a genius gives
Selfishly, as a qualifier
And the color fades from the world
Washed away because of the Ego unfurled
The world is raw, scathed, and bright white
Curves transform before eyes wide
Fear translates
Curves become lines and diveristy is no more
And here I am
It seems like a dream but I don't dream in rooms
The air is heavy and darkness looms
But the white consumes
And here I resume
Existence
Completely. Utterly. Silently. Deafeningly. Alone.
The doors, yes, I've seen them before
But not in this room
I've walked through them all and yet
I'm so afraid to do so now, so afraid
It's almost like a dream and everything is
backwards and nothing makes sense but it makes sense
that my mind wanders in such a way and thoughts
continue unabridged and endlessly and they can't stop
they won't stop they will stop but they start again and
the doors are opening and my isolation is open to the world and with
the fear crying through the doors and these white
walls of my life crashing down I find I am
Asleep
The mind of a genius gives
Selfishly, as a qualifier
And the color fades from the world
Washed away because of the Ego unfurled
The world is raw, scathed, and bright white
Curves transform before eyes wide
Fear translates
Curves become lines and diveristy is no more
And here I am
It seems like a dream but I don't dream in rooms
The air is heavy and darkness looms
But the white consumes
And here I resume
Existence
Completely. Utterly. Silently. Deafeningly. Alone.
The doors, yes, I've seen them before
But not in this room
I've walked through them all and yet
I'm so afraid to do so now, so afraid
It's almost like a dream and everything is
backwards and nothing makes sense but it makes sense
that my mind wanders in such a way and thoughts
continue unabridged and endlessly and they can't stop
they won't stop they will stop but they start again and
the doors are opening and my isolation is open to the world and with
the fear crying through the doors and these white
walls of my life crashing down I find I am
Asleep
Sunday, September 7, 2008
The Sky's Street to Nowhere
Life takes me outside today
Not that I want to keep this direction
Anyway I must continue as it's dictated
I feel ready to lose sight
Let the waves of a concrete ocean take me
Where they desire, I cannot conspire
The sky makes its presence known as the sun sets
The clouds light up as if to mirror the city
The one that they see every day
Filled with people who would pay no attention
To a sky filled with more than they'll ever have
I take notice of the sky
Smaller clouds breeze by
As I stare at one with form like a street
My body is too heavy so my mind wanders to meet
Like lucid dreams I control where it goes
Gliding on the sky's street to nowhere
Exactly where I wanted to go then
And of course this time I'll get there
A voice ends my dream in smoke
And on it I can't help but choke
To think that here is where I awoke
It seems all my dreams go up in smoke
Not that I want to keep this direction
Anyway I must continue as it's dictated
I feel ready to lose sight
Let the waves of a concrete ocean take me
Where they desire, I cannot conspire
The sky makes its presence known as the sun sets
The clouds light up as if to mirror the city
The one that they see every day
Filled with people who would pay no attention
To a sky filled with more than they'll ever have
I take notice of the sky
Smaller clouds breeze by
As I stare at one with form like a street
My body is too heavy so my mind wanders to meet
Like lucid dreams I control where it goes
Gliding on the sky's street to nowhere
Exactly where I wanted to go then
And of course this time I'll get there
A voice ends my dream in smoke
And on it I can't help but choke
To think that here is where I awoke
It seems all my dreams go up in smoke
Friday, September 5, 2008
End Message
Running away and running to some
Always after a night with these things
You must never forget who you are
Don't let it die too soon, let it be given
After all the sun is shining on some
Why don't we all just shine onto things
Except we can never forget who we are
If only life were as easy as being taken
Lately I've been sitting, watching the most
The night is day and with what it's full of
I can't help but wonder, why is it that the
Night is what we hide from all the time
Clearly some of us were misled by "it's"
Nothing is, it's what your eyes have given
Start at the bottom, be on your way to
You won't get far you can't change others
Welcome, because its all beyond me and
For better and for worse, things are taken
Trapped in nine walls, you're stuck where you're from
It's not in your head, everyone else gets far, not you
Message at the end, message at the end
Message at the end of lines on a page
Always after a night with these things
You must never forget who you are
Don't let it die too soon, let it be given
After all the sun is shining on some
Why don't we all just shine onto things
Except we can never forget who we are
If only life were as easy as being taken
Lately I've been sitting, watching the most
The night is day and with what it's full of
I can't help but wonder, why is it that the
Night is what we hide from all the time
Clearly some of us were misled by "it's"
Nothing is, it's what your eyes have given
Start at the bottom, be on your way to
You won't get far you can't change others
Welcome, because its all beyond me and
For better and for worse, things are taken
Trapped in nine walls, you're stuck where you're from
It's not in your head, everyone else gets far, not you
Message at the end, message at the end
Message at the end of lines on a page
Tangerine
This is right, wrong, sleeping and dreaming
Unable to fathom is disability on the part of others (and you)
Everything is alright on your soul save a tangled strand
Strands that dictate a moving passage of light trails and dark trials
And how they are so this way (and you)
Love, sweet tangible tangerine
Tang, trials, time is tantalizing
Tangerines are love
I am a tangerine
Love is me and you are the tangerine and you are love
Action is fatal for life and vital for death
Do not move faster than the wind blows your mind
Action is vital for life and fatal for death
Chaos is reality with known variables
Rain is warm
It melts exteriors that are cold
Cold is melted by warm, it only makes sense
Words are meaningful and words are not meaningful
Empty words have no meaning
But they are words so maybe they have meaning
Trees have memories in their rings
Trees live and breathe and drink
They absorb and grow
Why can't people be like trees, I like trees
Eyes make lines to their target
Like a red laser
It is very hot and I feel it
If I look into the eyes I will feel them burning mine
But I can still feel it on the back of my neck
I can't tell a difference
She does not know her own mind
She's taken no time to unwind
Peel off the tangerine it's rind
She is behind
My schedule
He does not know his life does not equal mine:
Tangerines take time to target with lasers
And red lasers burn with life
The tangerine is burning away
The rain has already melted its cold exterior
The tree tried to save me but actions are vital to death (although action grew the tangerine)
A trail of light marked the tangerine path
These strands I understood and how;
And now dark trials have absorbed them (although action grew the tangerine)
Sleeping and dreaming are foils
Sleep feels good and dreams hurt sometimes
Sleeping becomes dreaming after a long time
It's like they rhyme
Poems, I know them
Yes they come from dreams
Sleeping and poems are foils even though I write at night
Unable to fathom is disability on the part of others (and you)
Everything is alright on your soul save a tangled strand
Strands that dictate a moving passage of light trails and dark trials
And how they are so this way (and you)
Love, sweet tangible tangerine
Tang, trials, time is tantalizing
Tangerines are love
I am a tangerine
Love is me and you are the tangerine and you are love
Action is fatal for life and vital for death
Do not move faster than the wind blows your mind
Action is vital for life and fatal for death
Chaos is reality with known variables
Rain is warm
It melts exteriors that are cold
Cold is melted by warm, it only makes sense
Words are meaningful and words are not meaningful
Empty words have no meaning
But they are words so maybe they have meaning
Trees have memories in their rings
Trees live and breathe and drink
They absorb and grow
Why can't people be like trees, I like trees
Eyes make lines to their target
Like a red laser
It is very hot and I feel it
If I look into the eyes I will feel them burning mine
But I can still feel it on the back of my neck
I can't tell a difference
She does not know her own mind
She's taken no time to unwind
Peel off the tangerine it's rind
She is behind
My schedule
He does not know his life does not equal mine:
Tangerines take time to target with lasers
And red lasers burn with life
The tangerine is burning away
The rain has already melted its cold exterior
The tree tried to save me but actions are vital to death (although action grew the tangerine)
A trail of light marked the tangerine path
These strands I understood and how;
And now dark trials have absorbed them (although action grew the tangerine)
Sleeping and dreaming are foils
Sleep feels good and dreams hurt sometimes
Sleeping becomes dreaming after a long time
It's like they rhyme
Poems, I know them
Yes they come from dreams
Sleeping and poems are foils even though I write at night
I, A Layer of Roads Away
Hello sir, would you please explain to me
I'm new to this country, you see
And I want to know why I feel so lonely
In a city so big I feel lack of privacy
I explained to him this place is stagnant
The times have changed but the people haven't
And I guess that's just the way they'll have it
So long as they aren't the ones who have to save it
A change in countenance came over him
Echoed by the silence of the city taking a breath
Trying to recall the reason for its existence
And then a look of resistance
No, no he said you've got it all wrong
These people react to change like a bang of a gong
Ever person here feels like they belong
I just have to wait for mine, it won't be long
Wait he did for seventeen years
Each day went by like he was counting his fears
I could feel his pain from seventeen feet away
Why did he choose here to arrive and stay?
I left him in the city like the others until it picked him up
A systematic replacement of parts
A life not wanted until he stayed too long
Such is a fate of so many a restless soul
Why couldn't they see the road I paved for them?
I'm new to this country, you see
And I want to know why I feel so lonely
In a city so big I feel lack of privacy
I explained to him this place is stagnant
The times have changed but the people haven't
And I guess that's just the way they'll have it
So long as they aren't the ones who have to save it
A change in countenance came over him
Echoed by the silence of the city taking a breath
Trying to recall the reason for its existence
And then a look of resistance
No, no he said you've got it all wrong
These people react to change like a bang of a gong
Ever person here feels like they belong
I just have to wait for mine, it won't be long
Wait he did for seventeen years
Each day went by like he was counting his fears
I could feel his pain from seventeen feet away
Why did he choose here to arrive and stay?
I left him in the city like the others until it picked him up
A systematic replacement of parts
A life not wanted until he stayed too long
Such is a fate of so many a restless soul
Why couldn't they see the road I paved for them?
Floating Islands
A single light in a room of emptiness and color
Illuminates my mind behind curtains of mystery
Words flow out and gather on the page in my hand
Life unfolds in front of me like a book of history
My mind is cleansed by the scent of soap
It infuses me with great impression
Giving past knowledge that I cannot know
I can't remember, I can't remember
Do I want to remember...
Oceans swallow me with ease
A threat of drowning if I don't look in front of me
Opening my eyes the sensation is overwhelming
Currents flow
Under, over, around, beyond
My eyes sting but I cannot close them
I am in desperation
Hanging on the fine line between life and death
Here I stand on floating islands
They take me to strange faces
From strange places
But it's where I have always wanted to be
My home is on these floating islands
Because she is here with me
Somewhere
The oceans leave me on a beach
With lungs full of cold memory
Relief is brought by what my eyes see
No doubt from the sting of the oceans
Those blessed oceans that tortured me
She is there, within my reach
I can see her, finally
Her skin so soft, she is so beautiful...
Illuminates my mind behind curtains of mystery
Words flow out and gather on the page in my hand
Life unfolds in front of me like a book of history
My mind is cleansed by the scent of soap
It infuses me with great impression
Giving past knowledge that I cannot know
I can't remember, I can't remember
Do I want to remember...
Oceans swallow me with ease
A threat of drowning if I don't look in front of me
Opening my eyes the sensation is overwhelming
Currents flow
Under, over, around, beyond
My eyes sting but I cannot close them
I am in desperation
Hanging on the fine line between life and death
Here I stand on floating islands
They take me to strange faces
From strange places
But it's where I have always wanted to be
My home is on these floating islands
Because she is here with me
Somewhere
The oceans leave me on a beach
With lungs full of cold memory
Relief is brought by what my eyes see
No doubt from the sting of the oceans
Those blessed oceans that tortured me
She is there, within my reach
I can see her, finally
Her skin so soft, she is so beautiful...
The Blog Is Up!
Well I've been seeing all these blogs and they looked fun so I decided to make one myself. I'll be putting my poetry, lyrics, and various other things. It'd be great if you could comment my poetry and lyrics for some feedback and to tell me what you think!
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