((Draft)
Unfinished soliloquy
interrupted by damaged cacophony
shake in time to the dischord
the growing hordes
cannot discern the odes to freedom
whores and saints ride the median
in to distolian admissions
to ponder
the collapse souls in the moment
of disarmament
disenchantment
disenaging dismorphic abandoned
acolades mistakes fade
in distance rattled clocks broken
draize train padlocked; addled.
is it clue-filled arithmetic changing
or refractions on a theme in
language becoming gorgeous
panhandled illustrated
undemanding
orchestrated for
the sound of wings flapping
over low mountains.
minded. carbon
unspooled filled
a universe riding unhinged undiminished
knife edges.
as dawn raids
air escapes
pinions swing in the
swim of mechinics
authentic ryhtm
machines , portals of symmetry
eclaipsed by history
erased and brought together
in Antimony's desire.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Unclouded
on an uncloudy day
nothing will be in our way
nothing will hold us down
the sky and
the road will stretch out
forever and ever and ever
in hope
nothing will be in our way
nothing will hold us down
the sky and
the road will stretch out
forever and ever and ever
in hope
Monday, December 17, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Not There
did I get on the wrong train
one with a mixed up
destination
the place you want to be
keeps changing
while you learn
to forget
madmen dreams
the familiar face dealing with the same
pains running away
with a song or a note
that's never here or there
rock and roll isn't always
there to save you
in the lowest ebb
of static blistering through
the rashness of decisions in
the dark corners
where mad thoughts laughing back
at me.
What kind of wall did
I ever believe in
that would be made
of nothing?
with each bad decision
some part me
I don't remember
is disintegrating
broken sidewalks
where I paused or stopped
never seemed to lead
me somewhere decent
a descent into recent unhappiness
or something dredged up
from the unrecent past
like a wet coat I can't shrug
nothing works, even drugs
I am so tired... so tired.
one with a mixed up
destination
the place you want to be
keeps changing
while you learn
to forget
madmen dreams
the familiar face dealing with the same
pains running away
with a song or a note
that's never here or there
rock and roll isn't always
there to save you
in the lowest ebb
of static blistering through
the rashness of decisions in
the dark corners
where mad thoughts laughing back
at me.
What kind of wall did
I ever believe in
that would be made
of nothing?
with each bad decision
some part me
I don't remember
is disintegrating
broken sidewalks
where I paused or stopped
never seemed to lead
me somewhere decent
a descent into recent unhappiness
or something dredged up
from the unrecent past
like a wet coat I can't shrug
nothing works, even drugs
I am so tired... so tired.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
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