Thursday, August 19, 2010

No title, so there

You're burning through the faces you didn't know I saw
Forgetting every love you had that ever loved you too
You're a wing that's lost it's wind, your falling says it all
Where there was once your God, now there's only you

Friday, August 13, 2010

I'm much too lazy to email this to Sarah for editing

I can never find my victory speech amongst these trophies for third.
I'm the last place runner sreamin', "Dear God, give me the words!"
I wanna sing and sing aloud for something greater,
No more delay, no more "later"
And I don't sing for broken dreams, but I'll take a song of hope to a broken mess.
I don't want broken hearts strewn across my floor, an endless pile of nothingness.
I want wholesome life from the only one qualified to give it.
And, in time, maybe a wife with which to live it.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Well titled, we'll title it 'Titlest'

Oh my, what an unfortunate little cion
Happy of its new home, yet dangerously depraved since it left it's first
Depriving itself of a shoulder to cry on
And eternally hopeful that an unfulfilling sin will satisfy its thirst

And I'm watching a crow, a sparrow and a pigeon
Fighting over a hole in the parking lot, filled with water
They leave the bath clean but in the same condition
Like a flock out the gate, divided over devils' fodder

You drowned out your truth in the sound of the sea
Traded your devotion for desire next to the flame
You were never much for oceans until you made this new castle
Nor did you ever burn all your wood at once just to sit far from the blame

A desperate host scared to death of it's symptoms (yet giving no thought to the virus)
Take a deep breath little one, we'll soon find your way
We'll say hello to an old friend
You might even find the cure in the faithful's gentle sway

I'm not too concerned about the mud under your fingernails
Or the grime on your skin
I'm worried about the heart you say you lost
I know its there, I've seen it break and I'll see it again

I walk quietly and carefully to the waters edge
I hold a mirror high in hopes to guide you home
May the light's reflection pull you from your ledge
May you heed the call of God, drawing you from where you roam





Friday, August 6, 2010

I used to walk wherever I went

I used to walk wherever I went
Foot in splint, I now walk to the fridge (if that)
I'll say bridge, even if just for rhyming's sake
This is fake, has been since I started
If you now expect the word "farted", you were right
This peom's my plight, it is self-perpetuating
(It exists to exhaust my desire to create), no that doesn't rhyme
No purpose this time, no greater meaning
No deep (or shallow) expression for gleaning, no ideas
It just is, its creator saw no purpose and therefore it must not matter

But now it matters, 'cause you probably think this is some sort of expression of how life is nothingness
Now there's chatter because you think it's an allegory (that may not be the right word but I used it nonetheless)

(Do you honestly think that this is what I think or do you think this because deep down in your subconscious you agree with it
Or perhaps you desire that I think this is what you think that way you can share your thoughts with others that think I think that I have a problem with you and am expressing a deep-seated emotional twist)

That's not true, well, now it kind of is
There's now a fizz, an expression of some sort of deep-seated emotion
Now there's commotion, because I'm paranoid
I'm worried it's destroyed, I'm worried it's a joke played at my expense
But there's this God making it all make sense, and I'm not really worried just sad sometimes
Because they're chimes, quietly clanging together every lie they were told
"We're not that old" is not an excuse
But there's no use, you've decided that I'm a fiend and I have decided to love you with tear-soaked cheeks