Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Sharing the Cart and the Horse
Several weeks from you no word and clearly you've been hard at work
Today suddenly posts galore
you say you've got a new band
it's been under wraps
no one questions where you were
unlike me sharing the cart and the horse
so here I expect to be blown away
and of course I'm so kind showering kisses and compliments
so nice
when suddenly I hear the distortions and rage coming from the machines
dissonant and fades away too much the same out of tune out of place
I really hope this is making your happy day
I have made some choices in my life, and sacrificed so much more
like comfort and ego and self and soul to sell to sell
millions for gold
I have excavated and removed dirt clutter and long long days with no end
until the sun goes down and comes up again never ending with friends
those days are long gone though people cannot comprehend
I'm still running down this path running running to the mend
All the holes that get reopened when the empty souls come home
fills up space that I can no longer hold.
Today suddenly posts galore
you say you've got a new band
it's been under wraps
no one questions where you were
unlike me sharing the cart and the horse
so here I expect to be blown away
and of course I'm so kind showering kisses and compliments
so nice
when suddenly I hear the distortions and rage coming from the machines
dissonant and fades away too much the same out of tune out of place
I really hope this is making your happy day
I have made some choices in my life, and sacrificed so much more
like comfort and ego and self and soul to sell to sell
millions for gold
I have excavated and removed dirt clutter and long long days with no end
until the sun goes down and comes up again never ending with friends
those days are long gone though people cannot comprehend
I'm still running down this path running running to the mend
All the holes that get reopened when the empty souls come home
fills up space that I can no longer hold.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Days of Demons (formerly titled Cunt)
So pretentiously you think you've got something over the world
So full of yourself to think you've got something we want
It's cute indeed but perhaps you shouldn't build yourself up the way you do
We do not have the time for you and your measly piddly piddly doo
So many cooks you've got in your kitchen, but no one can fulfill your vision.
I don't use the C word very often, but when the realization hits that I'm expected to bend bend bend
for measly minimalities, I know you must not think me too highly
And I gotta take the high road
I gotta High tail it on down the road.
It took me a minute to link the links and undo suffrage.
It took me a minute to share the folly
but when all was said and done and the reminders of my integrity snapped me back into shape
rejection and dejection and it's finality
I think the final will be a slap in your face
The voices of goodness and positivity are what feed me continually
Keep me in this place to face the next days of demons ahead of me.
So full of yourself to think you've got something we want
It's cute indeed but perhaps you shouldn't build yourself up the way you do
We do not have the time for you and your measly piddly piddly doo
So many cooks you've got in your kitchen, but no one can fulfill your vision.
I don't use the C word very often, but when the realization hits that I'm expected to bend bend bend
for measly minimalities, I know you must not think me too highly
And I gotta take the high road
I gotta High tail it on down the road.
It took me a minute to link the links and undo suffrage.
It took me a minute to share the folly
but when all was said and done and the reminders of my integrity snapped me back into shape
rejection and dejection and it's finality
I think the final will be a slap in your face
The voices of goodness and positivity are what feed me continually
Keep me in this place to face the next days of demons ahead of me.
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