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Friday, 25 December 2009

  • it was a cold and stormy christmas eve

    Not all your cracked up to be
    you tirade of stuff grubbing.
    You're actually more like candy,
    angry mothers and cavities.

    Bittersweet is hardly just;
    the cringing and spitting
    make it seem that much worse.
    If only you had a softer touch...

    Slap me around the rain.
    Stop all the nonsense
    and kiss me down the drain.
    Show me it's not insanity.

    Walk
    Hike
    Counter
    Strike
    Trade
    Buy
    Pain
    Cry
    Help
    Harrow
    Heave
    Ho
    Heave
    Ho, Ho, Ho...

Wednesday, 23 December 2009

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    Come on over here, baby
    You got it all wrong
    Been in the fields all day
    Bleedin' my heart
    I'll see you in the bedroom baby
    prayin' your lucky stars

    If you're watching to see how far I'll go
    You'll get yours yet

    Pullin' drawstrings come up short
    Boots dirty as hell
    Kissed your hairpin, smelt like ashes
    My milk ain't gettin' spilled
    Wolves howlin' out your window
    They got your scent on their trail

    And they smell a sweet sweet rose
    with teary polite eyes

    The whiskey's right this time baby
    My fire breath's gonna burn
    The cradle's rockin' so is my mind
    But it's all full of worms
    And words and words and words and feelings
    Even the cold sun is gone.

    If you're looking for peace at night
    The train's long gone

    By the time April greens, my snowflake
    I'll have a new horse
    You'll bear my flag, bear my starlight
    I'll bear my bleeding heart
    I'll give you my fields forever
    When I can't say yet

    If you're waiting to see me change
    My train ain't come

    Your moves in time just like clockwork
    Sadie can't help you now
    Your sister coughs up blood in silence
    and dirty all her towels
    The whiskey's right, see you done me
    The wolves begin to howl
  • you never hear the looks on my face
    and I don't know why
    you've seen the sound my heart makes
    is it that hard to try?
    do I have no worth if I'm a wave
    just seeking up the sky?
    do I represent all the ignorant
    with boring repetition?
    damn it hurts but we won't change
    so i'm not sure why I bother

    just one more chance
    is all I'll ask
    to be the hero,
    to be the benefact.
  • it's not christmas that's depressing me

    it's a mold
    a fashion of being
    see i'm stung
    afflicted with pride
    recoiling still under
    a lost sense of duty
    and the study?
    it all seems contrived
    i've climbed
    dark branches
    and fallen
    through chasms
    only to wind up
    on the wrong side
    of the chain-link fence
    where is my family?
    where are my lovers?
    how am I surrounded
    and feel real alone?
    excitement comes
    as you open my door
    gone in 5 seconds
    i'm still on the floor
    i'm still on the floor
    what pleasure?
    what ice?
    what measure
    of triteness?
    Re-open
    re-close
    just stop and
    stop closing.
    you are fire-
    keep burning.
    i'll just have to move on.
  • on dancer
    and glancer
    on thunder
    and lightning
    on tripster
    on harken
    on lost boys
    and crimson

    you'll know for sure
    that when those worms
    come breathing to your throat
    that she'll feel it too
    from far away
    praying your safe return

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  • I'm a sojourner in a land not my home. Even if I have a bed it is not mine but I will enjoy it as long as it´s available to be appreciated. Wandering is the most important part of my life. Physical and Spiritual: the Wandering is very important. How can I understand myself if I don´t wander through the places into which I fit well and those places into which I do not fit at all? It takes a long time to put a puzzle together, but when it´s finished it´s beautiful. And Life is going to be a beautiful puzzle with its shadows and sunrises and tears and triumphs. Of course, when wandering, it´s always important to have a good pair of shoes, a warm jacket and an umbrella.

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