Hello, I see you staring back at me
Blank pages begging for my pen to bleed
Just something to leave you satisfied
Just scribble something down tonight
I wish I could commit
But I am holding my thoughts prisioner
The warden is on vacation
And there has been no word from the comissioner
Hello, I know what you want from me
This notebook is full of pages waiting to scream
To animate and put emotions with my mood
The thoughts in my head are on the edge and will forever loom
I wish I could strangle my pen
Until a drop of ink spilled out
Then I could proceed
In telling you what I am all about
I breathe deep and push my thoughts over the edge
Friday, December 19, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Pete Yorn says what I can't best....
Every now and then I get like this
And it isn't hard to see
But the old man in the kitchen
I think he's part of me
Don't say nothing bout the old house
Cos I burned it to the ground
And when the darkness comes, I lie awake
Playing lost and found
All at once
I break my silence
All at once
There's no more hiding
And all he wants
Is to show us how he feels
They're all liars in the back room
Watch them all go down
They can tell you what you want to hear
But they will never stick around
So don't say nothing bout the old house
Cos I burned it to the ground
And when the darkness comes I'll lie and wait
Still playing lost and found
All at once
I break my silence
All at once
There's no more hiding
And all he wants is to show us how he feels
When he comes around
Do not tell him nothing
Do not make a sound
Cos if he knows we're there
He might tear his heart out And beat us to death with it
I was too young to understand.
And it isn't hard to see
But the old man in the kitchen
I think he's part of me
Don't say nothing bout the old house
Cos I burned it to the ground
And when the darkness comes, I lie awake
Playing lost and found
All at once
I break my silence
All at once
There's no more hiding
And all he wants
Is to show us how he feels
They're all liars in the back room
Watch them all go down
They can tell you what you want to hear
But they will never stick around
So don't say nothing bout the old house
Cos I burned it to the ground
And when the darkness comes I'll lie and wait
Still playing lost and found
All at once
I break my silence
All at once
There's no more hiding
And all he wants is to show us how he feels
When he comes around
Do not tell him nothing
Do not make a sound
Cos if he knows we're there
He might tear his heart out And beat us to death with it
I was too young to understand.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Great Oddessy Dogmatics
What makes us want to fight disaster?
It is something that we learn to conquer eventually
I play deaf and dumb to the puppet masters
But I am more of a slave than even I can see
I am a slave to the time that keeps me bound to this world
and a fear of dying in absolute nothingness.
I am a slave to the gifts that are god given..girls
and a fawning for love that keeps us in search of constant forgiveness
I put on my shield for protection as I walk out of the door
in hopes that God will show himself and I will make it through the day
Is it the selfish part of me begging for more?
Secretly searching for God as I cross the street keeping sure to look both ways
I am let down
Or did I let myself down again?
How can you search for answers from beneath a blanket in the hallway closet?
How can you make it through the storm if you are standing in the rain wrapped in aluminum foil?
If we play with fire we are bound to get burned, however if we never get near the fire we never know the true strength of the flickering orange and yellow dancing flames.
If YOU sit me down and lecture me on greatness
I will probably look out the window because you have no relevance to greatness and glory
You are only relaying a childhood happy go lucky story!
How come no one focuses on the bads?
The WTF's?! How about if you don't make it through the pearly gates because the bones in your closet pull you back down to this hell on earth.
Will you still lecture me in faith and trust that your time will come or will you abandon everything that you know out of fear and inability to take blame for your own actions?
IT'S your fault.
It is something that we learn to conquer eventually
I play deaf and dumb to the puppet masters
But I am more of a slave than even I can see
I am a slave to the time that keeps me bound to this world
and a fear of dying in absolute nothingness.
I am a slave to the gifts that are god given..girls
and a fawning for love that keeps us in search of constant forgiveness
I put on my shield for protection as I walk out of the door
in hopes that God will show himself and I will make it through the day
Is it the selfish part of me begging for more?
Secretly searching for God as I cross the street keeping sure to look both ways
I am let down
Or did I let myself down again?
How can you search for answers from beneath a blanket in the hallway closet?
How can you make it through the storm if you are standing in the rain wrapped in aluminum foil?
If we play with fire we are bound to get burned, however if we never get near the fire we never know the true strength of the flickering orange and yellow dancing flames.
If YOU sit me down and lecture me on greatness
I will probably look out the window because you have no relevance to greatness and glory
You are only relaying a childhood happy go lucky story!
How come no one focuses on the bads?
The WTF's?! How about if you don't make it through the pearly gates because the bones in your closet pull you back down to this hell on earth.
Will you still lecture me in faith and trust that your time will come or will you abandon everything that you know out of fear and inability to take blame for your own actions?
IT'S your fault.
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