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About Me

She said, "Heaven's on your right shoulder, but baby, Hell's on the other, yeah."
I kick the dirt for what it's worth, listening to the birds chirp. The same cryptic speech that the breeze speaks and the sea repeats. Recognizing the cycles with every passing day. Writing full demands in the sand with my toe 'til crashing waves wash it away. I watch what I say now, but I hate it. Trying to make my mark. Afraid of the dark nature of vague statements that plague vacant parking lots where shopping carts go uncollected. That sick feeling in my stomach starts to leave my heart and soul infected. I won't accept it. I do my best to reject patterns 'til it hurts. Every second, making bad turns for the worse. She's getting further away, I can feel it in the way my bones ache. The ocean's sealed its lips, now the waves won't break. The secrets it won't say has got us trying to break codes in churches, and lately I've been hating it's soul purpose. I bit the dust, tongue-kissing documents in a smoke stack. Faith is harder to swallow than pride, it turns our throats black. I want my home back. I know that's not an available option. It's the way I'm walking in between a cradle and coffin that makes me pace myself. If half the battle is done right, the other half won't take my health while jacking my shadow's sunlight. To crack it open and find the space between my breaths are desolate. Life is just a lie with an "f" in it, and death is definite. But after I scratched the surface, I never saw the calm before the storm act so nervous. When a boy writes off the world, it's done with sloppy, misspelled words. If a girl writes off the world, it's done in cursive. I'm searching for a cure. Can you hear me, love?
He's got an angel's demeanor And a demon's sense of fleeting Crooked smile beautiful, Looks so innocent when he's feeding Hair of silken feathers, Black as charred remains And what remains of his life, He's willing to trade in For a handful of sweet nothings And a year's worth of sinIf he could breathe on his own Then he would not be here Chasing his own shadows In the cold wind of yesteryear Dissonant words, Repeated to himself In an effort to drown out everything elseHis spirit feels like infection Contagious through fingertips This disease tastes of black licorice; A taste that never leaves my lips. And others can taste it When they're tasting of me. A name in the back of your throat That will not leave.
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Neurosis fans, people into quantum physics, Tom Waits and Leonard Cohen fans, people into the subjectivity of experience. Please, message me before requesting me as a friend. It's just polite that way. I'm not trying to build up an ungodly number of people on my friends list like most folks.

My Blog

The Truth Is (Often) Inconvenient

Too many nights now that Ive spent being sleepless in a state of troublingly deepening unrest Concerned to death for her wellbeing, a situation threatening at best to the heart residing within he...
Posted by on Fri, 22 May 2009 01:23:00 GMT

Dissatisfaction With Plans Regarding Tuesday Visitation

Dissatisfaction, actionless, black masking tape lax, wrapped half and laughed at lack of function blastSubtle seduction, tracks crafted, mapped and taxed too far too fastLapsed judgment, act glad to b...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 14:11:00 GMT

Thief

It's hard to hold on toThe promises that youMake when you keepBreaking them allYour word is about allThat I have from youNo demonstrations of devotionNo contact, hardly at allWhen I look out my window...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 10:44:00 GMT

INFP

I keep waiting for you to pull up in the truck that you stole from your boyfriend last nightAnd I keep waiting for you to just leave his ass, but you don't,Yeah, you're still hanging around thereI kee...
Posted by on Sat, 09 May 2009 10:43:00 GMT

Premature Epilogue

Organize thoughts as the tears drop,There's been a drought of sorrow, but the flood's comin' up like there's no tomorrowCuz for a short while I had a family, but they were borrowedAnd their absence le...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 09:46:00 GMT

Pallet

I will paint the landscape serene within the borders of an empty horizonMy location will dispel rumors of a gloomy demeanor and lack of passionThe highlights exalted in a still life metamorphosis Gran...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 18:20:00 GMT

The Monkey Never Dies

I breathe smoke cuz there isn't anything else to breathesick of finding solace in things that will leave me eventuallyAll those infrequent friends and my fairweather familyHave left me to be a junkie ...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 14:37:00 GMT

With Love - Hope

so, the man who recorded "my bitter half" for me to inevitably get into hip hop with is now a happy man with a girlfriend who loves him very much. it makes me tear up all kinds of happy to know that. ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 16:56:00 GMT

Song Fore Elise

You traded fire in for something much more subtlesold off flame for something certainly more tameIt flickered in the sun's face like "that's not burning;I'll show you glow like you never really have f...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 07:24:00 GMT

Putting My Guns Away

"You're pissing me off,""I'm just mad."Man, this is cracked.Such fruits left for dead and to rotAnd to spoil.Rotting together isn't harmonyAttacking me taxingly amounts to nothingYou want to fight for...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 17:10:00 GMT