one handed thief
Current mood: bullied
Category: Writing and Poetry

crashing through the doorway

panic fills the room

first the lights

then the crown

to the back then the front

closing in on the handle

they look to each other in awe

as they say the wide ray

fall over them like a blanket

enveloping them,

these guards are just for show

no more than passing hands

the clock checks off seconds to the beat of their hearts

by the time word had reached us

we were already gone

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longest blog about nothing
Current mood: exhausted
Category: Writing and Poetry

parts of me are running free like a ship with out oars

and these ideas are sometimes overflowing and overlapping

creativity has never felt so much like an addiction

birthing and caring for ideas like a child in the dark

its hard some times to keep it all up but things just keep going as they say

rat races inside the lines, how many people often get pushed out?

thoughts seem to appear out of thin air all the time

like what happens after the love story has reached its end?

does it continue in a fairy tale happiness?

or does reality take over and those characters once so much in love

now filing for divorce?

sometimes it keeps me awake at night just these random thoughts in my head

useless really

how many time does the word sleep come up in the bible?

i once watched a tree fall over and imagined the worst case scenario

death imediate and unrelenting

it all played out in my head so quick like a mini movie about my own life

third person of course,  it kinda bothered me that i could imagine something so terrible happing to myself

but i guess the talent to visualize things is great for writting

i dont know it kinda creeps me out having such a vivid imagination

anyways im just rambling for the sake of rambling

ah too much free time

oh yeah i tried my hand at sowing just a bit ago

i tried to alter a pair of pants to make the legs smaller

lol i hella sowed them up with my leg inside and i couldn't pull them off afterwards

i got kinda frantic and struggled to pull them off

and finally after like ten minutes of going toe to toe with these pants

i got em off

whew thank god i thought i was worried i would have to wear a pair of pants inside out for the rest of my life

:) 

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something i heard a bum say
Current mood: bummed
Category: Writing and Poetry

my first old lady wore a satin dress

the second rule was anyones guess

the third one never got mad unless

the fourth came over to play some chess

the fifth played more the sixth played less

the seventh saw her purpose was to really impress

the eigth didn't talk she just digressed

the ninth i loved i must confess

tenth ate nothing but water crest

the eleventh didn't know when she said yes

twelfth damned what ever i blessed

the thirtenth left my place a mess

but i didn't care and i didn't depress

i moved in with an old lady by the ol loch ness

she liked me alot her name was bess

i'd write her for money but i lost the address

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above all others
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

this path set before us in stone seemed ancient

yet sullen with a colorless sadness

that crumbled below our feet, its a sensory impairment

this soft glowing horizon gave us light

that shone and bore shadows that coverd us like blankets

we stop and stared at the colorful patchwork that made up the country side

holding hands you said it looked like rain

but the winds only kept us back from exchanging these expressions

this saddend dried tree, looking over like a protective father

shelter us from the elements

far beyond any sign of human attachement

they walked directed by the stars and reassured us that we would soon be home

only to find that the sheet was torn, the terrible sight of what was to come

gave us stregnth to proceed with reckless abandon and live this life

we are not alone

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tall tale fairy tales
Current mood: distractable
Category: Writing and Poetry

if i had the time i would never taken that bit

is this key that important for a door so tall

this water is rising and im much to small

to weather this storm of tears

just to be stranded here

this colored smoke hangs over my head

do you have the time? whats the date? 

oh i see your much too late

to get back home before you lose your way

this forest is dark the trees seem to sway

those teeth hanging grinning at me

eyes appear but what do they see

im suprised you've never played this game

once you leave here you'll never be the same

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its how i felt from start to stop
Current mood: animated
Category: Writing and Poetry

these cloudy windows obscure my view

of this glowing coast

i've steadied my arms in case of complication

but the dream is never real

only the cough and cut

remembering all those moments of the softest embrace

although i knew i would have sooner given in

than live this way

though these attached words may never be spoken aloud

its exactly what i had in mind

a movement so effortless and quiet just like that smile

its the perfect end to a story so sweet

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better days of living freely
Current mood: breezy
Category: Writing and Poetry

looking over messages from so long ago

the sudden start catches me off gaurd

im ashamed i even moved at all 

(your voice always steals my breath)

the cooler tones of red and green remind of that season

but now its almost gone,

if i could have answered first

maybe we wouldn't have to leave in this way

but at this point words cannot save my name

but i found comfort in those ruby gloves

cover me in a tempory escape

this loss of will and control

(your voice always steals my breath)

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Category: Music

please check out my band

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oh did you see me way up there?
Current mood: crazy
Category: Writing and Poetry

salty sweet those shark like mouths full of teeth

are making things harder for me

I recklessly abandon all preconceived notions

(like a rusty bloody razor he paid her)

and head to deeper water

with expectation floating over head

(he was upside down with his arms out streached)

i toss and turn while im in my bed, its dead and over with

no ties can patch the rift that swell that gaping hole

(run for cover its a serial lover selling everything you thought you owned)

you cant remember your much too old, you’ve been bought and sold

isn’t that what you were told? if its not let me know

and i’ll set the record straight

(like a rusty bloody razor he paid her)

(he was upside down with his arms outstreatched)

(reaching for that key)

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i guess one can dream
Current mood: romantic
Category: Writing and Poetry

lol
where’s my baby?

i wish she was here

though i know i don’t have one to call

my own

home away from home

with comfort

to believe

that I’m not alone

and she is my own

to share all of my daydreams with

that someone to call my whole
:)

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oh you were careful when this was against the rules
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

lost in a wild wonder rose

driving me to live in a feeling

proceeding with love

but that affection was fleeting

so i packed my things and walked away

down past that river that was teaming

and its so much harder when your sleeping

to get a word in for you to feel the meaning

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twenty three point sixty two
Current mood: vital
Category: Writing and Poetry

ocean waves kissed the near by shore

leaving receding waters to meet with the whole

"empty islands towns make perfect vacations spots" she said

but i guess it’s pretty much up to you

the wind came down blowing through vacant streets

and i thought i heard my name......

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these bright lights
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

this is a silent scar from not sleeping

and from my bed i can see the stary night 

reflect and pull my body to the other side

where every thing is wrong to me

the arch bent to the rythem of the horizon

silver shards of the moon carry the ideas

over fields of hopes and dreams

of the utterly depressed

if it weren’t for the breeze I’d be on those shoulders

driving the impossible towards the skyline

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1967
Current mood: blustery
Category: Writing and Poetry

this water is so clear as it hits me

like being paralyzed from the bright lights of the city

it turns into a reinaction

of this television movie scene

and on that silver screen

two halves agreed

that this would be the end of me

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hellbent on killing the lights
Current mood: forgotten
Category: Writing and Poetry

lets sort things out with the edge of this knife

you soon would have killed me for letting this out of my mouth

but other than once counting every step,

the dial on the phone is broken

we should have dropped off the last one tonight

these partical beings

so slow they move

but they've burned into my marrow

stripping all the others away

i've been feeling better

so awake to the light thats been examining my retinas

if i could grab ahold to this cold sanitized steel

ending the ensuing pain

there is blood on this operation staion

cette anesthésie a eu a porté outre

de mes veines sont maintenant des canaux ouverts au loin

d'opérateurs de visage de requin d'air gagnant du terrain dans une course

oh how viciously snide

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