The world was geometry,
Polygons patched together by
Someone greater than I.
The people were androids,
Initiating apathetic responses from
My apathetic approach.
The colors were there,
But not alive like the flowers
they occupied.
The clouds were missing
The shapes they held back when
I could swing so high.
The stars were asymmetrical.
A beautiful blanket of dots,
But lacking alignment.
My imagination was frightening
-ly dull as all I once saw
were polygons, androids, dots and
blotches of gray blotting spots of blue
But who knew
that who made this view
could provide clarity to me
If I would only open my eyes and see.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Des Amis Au Début
It ended with silence.
It started with sound.
A symphonic grace played from
The timpani roll and trumpet solo.
A poise seldom told by a fragrance
So sweet between the scene they occupy.
The show has ended.
Insert the epilogue.
Smiling.
They start their laughing,
applause and blushing.
As darting eyes finally meet,
A thought so soft says,
"Hello, my confidant."
It started with sound.
A symphonic grace played from
The timpani roll and trumpet solo.
A poise seldom told by a fragrance
So sweet between the scene they occupy.
The show has ended.
Insert the epilogue.
Smiling.
They start their laughing,
applause and blushing.
As darting eyes finally meet,
A thought so soft says,
"Hello, my confidant."
Monday, April 6, 2009
"Validated" Vindication
You're hurtin', that's for certain.
The shots rang while insults sang
from the tongue and Thompson
of a repeat offender.
This isn't a sanctioned sin and
God does not approve of this message.
Don't worry, I know. Oh I know...
It's not enough to have the blood and spit
on your favorite coat from the throat he slit
While you are so simply expected to quit.
You've been hit and your skin is split!
Stand up straight
Throw them your weight
Retaliate
It's only fair to hate what they create.
"Fair"...
The glare that flares a "once more" rapport into wretched war...
Anyhow,
The sound and spit has settled
the dust between your crosses and curses.
Air flowing out,
Air coming in,
Ok, we can breathe again.
And now I ask you...
Do you feel better now?
Did your gift receipt come in handy?
Is this bruise for bruise,
This lose for lose,
parting the clouds so you can say so loud,
"Oh, everything's just dandy"?
Because I thought I knew who the loser was
until his blood spilled as you waited for applause.
Now, I won't lie, I just see a tie.
Can we please press pause
because
there must be some flaws
emanating from my jaws...
After all, lets look at the scene.
Cause from what I've seen,
Neither are clean.
I see stains on both jeans.
I don't mean to demean, but this is obscene,
like 2 thirteen year old hate machines.
I can't see why i should stay,
I'm beginning to fray
From frustration.
I'm going to walk away.
Do you have anything to say?
The shots rang while insults sang
from the tongue and Thompson
of a repeat offender.
This isn't a sanctioned sin and
God does not approve of this message.
Don't worry, I know. Oh I know...
It's not enough to have the blood and spit
on your favorite coat from the throat he slit
While you are so simply expected to quit.
You've been hit and your skin is split!
Stand up straight
Throw them your weight
Retaliate
It's only fair to hate what they create.
"Fair"...
The glare that flares a "once more" rapport into wretched war...
Anyhow,
The sound and spit has settled
the dust between your crosses and curses.
Air flowing out,
Air coming in,
Ok, we can breathe again.
And now I ask you...
Do you feel better now?
Did your gift receipt come in handy?
Is this bruise for bruise,
This lose for lose,
parting the clouds so you can say so loud,
"Oh, everything's just dandy"?
Because I thought I knew who the loser was
until his blood spilled as you waited for applause.
Now, I won't lie, I just see a tie.
Can we please press pause
because
there must be some flaws
emanating from my jaws...
After all, lets look at the scene.
Cause from what I've seen,
Neither are clean.
I see stains on both jeans.
I don't mean to demean, but this is obscene,
like 2 thirteen year old hate machines.
I can't see why i should stay,
I'm beginning to fray
From frustration.
I'm going to walk away.
Do you have anything to say?
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Something I Can't Quite Explain
Where do the Popes and Priests confess? -Evan Adent
_______________________________
Meet Gerard.
Gerard has a lot of things to say.
He lives his lies a little louder than the day before (just so everyone feels more comfortable).
But Gerard is afraid of truth.
More than just the truth of what will happen, but the truths inside that make his lies harder to keep confidently..
Gerard finds the lies too tiring to tell and the truths to resistant to repress that he stitched his smile into place.
But soon, the thread will whither and the scissors will sharpen.
And if the scissors stay in their conveniently dull state, the moths will come like the rain to wash away what shouldn't stay.
A flood of truth will flow to the tundra from foreign tongues.
But for now, Etiquette and Formality keep Gerard's eyes bright and teeth shining.
_______________________________
Meet Gerard.
Gerard has a lot of things to say.
He lives his lies a little louder than the day before (just so everyone feels more comfortable).
But Gerard is afraid of truth.
More than just the truth of what will happen, but the truths inside that make his lies harder to keep confidently..
Gerard finds the lies too tiring to tell and the truths to resistant to repress that he stitched his smile into place.
But soon, the thread will whither and the scissors will sharpen.
And if the scissors stay in their conveniently dull state, the moths will come like the rain to wash away what shouldn't stay.
A flood of truth will flow to the tundra from foreign tongues.
But for now, Etiquette and Formality keep Gerard's eyes bright and teeth shining.
Monday, March 2, 2009
A One-Sided Exchange
I am holding you so tight
That I can't feel your arms.
I never could,
But I've never minded.
The fact that you've stayed was
Enough proof
That you feel what I "feel"
That you "give" what I give
That you "have" what I have
I don't mind loving you more
Than you "love" me,
But I dream that this
Implied embrace
Would find it's way around me
In a more tangible fashion.
Let's just say that
Even though my back will
Always
Catch the breeze,
I'm wishing
While the clock is flashing
On the last day
11:12 PM
That I can't feel your arms.
I never could,
But I've never minded.
The fact that you've stayed was
Enough proof
That you feel what I "feel"
That you "give" what I give
That you "have" what I have
I don't mind loving you more
Than you "love" me,
But I dream that this
Implied embrace
Would find it's way around me
In a more tangible fashion.
Let's just say that
Even though my back will
Always
Catch the breeze,
I'm wishing
While the clock is flashing
On the last day
11:12 PM
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
oh yeah, if you care...
creating a musical experience is incredibly difficult, so it's kinda on hiatus until complete inspiration hits. however, here is what i last left on, and i think you'll like the changes, for the sake of the story more so that pleasantries... pretty much nothing was added though, but the ending is like a cliffhanger. you'll want to hear the rest... when it's created.
experience... don't necessarily enjoy ;)
experience... don't necessarily enjoy ;)
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