approaching prayer

don't want to see the

face of christ on some

prison wall

don't want to get caught

don't want to die

please

Currently listening : Living Ornaments '79 By Gary Numan Release date: 2005-08-08

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notes from a century destroyed before it ever began

all of these people who kneel

in either prayer or surrender

the sidewalks hidden beneath

a shroud of dying flowers

the girl's body found naked in sunlight

and the killer disappeared and

i would gladly paint his future in

shades of blood and bone

i am a believer in repaying

brutal murder with brutal murder

like anyone else i'm a believer

in my own version of

america

and i'm sorry for

all of the suicides i've known

and i understand how useless apologies are

but there is this hope that any sound

has to be better than silence

there are the first vague rumors of rain

after two weeks of white metal skies

and brutal heat

and maybe you think that

there are passages from history that

end on positive notes

maybe you grow tired

of the taste of rust and the promises

of false prophets

and what sound

does a man make when he's

chained to a truck then dragged

to his death behind it?

what chance do i have

of protecting my sons from

so much ignorance and violence?

don't answer that

Currently listening : You'd Prefer an Astronaut By HUM Release date: 1995-04-11

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failsafe

and just like that

the words are gone

say MOTHERFUCKER

like you mean it

think of other ways

man i never met dead of

a heart attack at 46,

but i have a few of his albums

i dream of a woman i

haven't seen in 19 years

awake at 3 a.m. watching my

children sleep in the living room

and the fear is no longer being able to do this

the fear is murder and the

fear is absolution

you cannot kill every

son of a bitch who would try to

harm the people you love most, but

it's a thought to keep warm with

each war draws its strength from the

blood of all the butchered corpses

stretching back through

history and what the protests sound

like in the face of this

neverending destruction is silence

you have all of these words,

you see, but no one cares

say MOTHERFUCKER

and see who listens

say nothing at all

it ends up being the only way

Currently listening : Ambient 1: Music for Airports By Brian Eno Release date: 2005-01-03

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for all the pornsite girls who want to be my myspace friends.......

....BECAUSE I CARE

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afterthought

or this guy who writes

send me some poems

writes make them better than

that last batch, and then

we'll have something

tells me that sex is more

interesting than politics

says no one wants to

hear about your kids

no one but you really

gives a shit about pollock

writes don't take it

personally,

that's just the way it is

Currently listening : The Doors By The Doors Release date: 2007-03-27

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was kissed by ghosts, was weeping

find the ocean just inches

below the desert's surface &

then wait for rain

this is the kingdom of false prophets

these are the bones of old lovers

no one here

wants to be your friend,

but being an enemy has value

                                           too

wars cannot be fought

without cowards

children cannot be raped

without the cold embrace of priests

what matters isn't the truth,

but how pretty the

lies can be made to sound

what matters is power

the shame of being poor is a gift

given freely by the rich

houses built by the hands of

beggars can only fall

you will stand naked in the

ruins of everything you've

never owned and wait like a dog

for the kindness of strangers

Currently listening : Clear Horizon By Clear Horizon (Jessica Bailiff & David Pearce)

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into the dream of ordinary shame

you should believe in
messiahs conceived by man

you should believe

there will be an end to poets

an end to words and to politicians
and we will be here in this empty house with
nothing between us but the corpses
of the disappeared

we will consider the moment where christ
clenches his hands into
bleeding fists

the moment where the sun reaches
its highest point and the power fails and
the prisons are all filled with
nothing but priests and widows

and i have seen myself reflected in
the windows of abandoned buildings and
i have turned away

i have called my lovers by
the wrong name and then laughed
and listen

whatever you write is meaningless

you save no one but yourself
and even this is questionable

remember

god isn't a lie
but a punishment

think about whatever it is
you've done wrong

Currently listening : The Four Trees By Caspian Release date: 2007-04-10

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In This Field of Broken Glass Where the Horses Are Being Starved

these houses in this white haze of september
with their shadows spilling out
towards the edge of town

with their ghosts exiled to fields of ruin their
windows broken their sounds the sounds
of misplaced childhoods

the boy left to die in the side yard
the mother drowning the
dreaming and all of us guilty

you saw the bruises

you heard the screams

walked to the store while the factories burned
and the river ran red with blood or you
sat in the darkness behind the gas station with
the smell of garbage pressed tight against
every window and your mouth thick with the
taste of someone else's wife

you were the town and the town was fading

i was my father without explanation

his hands and his fear and his
endless self-hatred

his infinite self-pity

and i argued politics with the deaf and i
explained picasso to the blind and
we ended up alone in windowless rooms

we were sold as slaves or we
bought the flesh of others

called it love and the clocks ran backwards
and i sat at my desk considering suicide

i sat in my car with my eyes closed
with the days growing shorter and all of
these streets as empty and ugly
as i remembered them
and none of them going anywhere

none of us loved

nothing to do but
turn away from ourselves and drive

Currently listening : Government Commissions: BBC Sessions 1996-2003 By Mogwai Release date: 2005-02-22

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The Difference

if her fingers are cut off
one by one
to the music of laughter

if her laughter is a sound
i would
describe as god's anger

is a prayer i would hold
in my broken teeth
and when i get up to leave
she pulls the sheet over
her breasts and says
don't move

says don't breathe

don't spoil the moment
and sometimes this is fine

sometimes
i can't be too sure

it is only a
small ocean between us

Currently listening : Dust By Screaming Trees Release date: 1996-06-25

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thank you, craig sernotti

4 NEW PIECES

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w/ clarity

it's the old joke, these

nine year old kids talking about crucifixion,

laughing at the idea of it while vines

grow up the sides of strangers' houses

it's like trying to explain hatred

to the only people you love

the impossibility of survival

blood from silent wounds

it wasn't the idea of belief that i objected to,

but the rules devised by gutless whores

the pathetic humor of building

gods in the image of man

consider the number of people who will

be killed for their beliefs between

this line and the next

consider the reasons your

children will grow up to hate you

who was it that

gave them their weapons?

Currently listening : Day for Night By The Tragically Hip Release date: 2006-08-08

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solitude

and i was reading in the back yard

while soldiers died for the abstract theories

of silent gods

was motionless in the cold wind

in the sunlight

and the children all made their frightened sounds

the dollar lost value

price of gas rose

were you sorry?

were you sorry enough?

man sang boo hoo hoo against

the joyous buzz of electric guitars

clouds were soft & white as they

drifted towards the hills

i was sick of words

but what else was there?

had reached the conclusion that writing made

no difference at all

and i had all of history to back me up

the same poems about lost love written

over and over until they tasted like

ashes and shit

and then they were written again

listen

fire engines moving

towards the edge of town

the shadows of houses

pulling themselves down empty streets

ask yourself what's the worst that....

could happen? and then wait for an answer

study the landscape until you've

learned every hiding place

your life has no value beyond the

fading warmth of the people

who no longer love you

Currently listening : Tinderbox By Siouxsie and the Banshees Release date: 1990-10-25

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