Friday, December 08, 2006

Untouchable Face

think i'm going for a walk now
i feel a little unsteady
i don't want nobody to follow me
'cept maybe you
i could make you happy you know
if you weren't already
i could do a lot of things
and i'd do

to tell you the truth i prefer
the worst of you
too bad you had to have a better half
she's not really my type
but i think you two are forever
and i hate to say it but
you're perfect together

so f*** you
and your untouchable face
and f*** you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
and who am i
i bet you can't even tell me that much

two-thirty in the morning
and my gas tank will be empty soon
neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbows with the moon
a safe haven of sleepless
where the deep fryer's always on
radio is counting down
the top 20 country songs
and out on the porch the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind
y'know, i don't look forward
to seeing you again
you'll look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
and i won't know what to do
and i won't know what to say

except f*** you...
and your untouchable face
and f*** you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
and who am i
i bet you can't even tell me that much


i see you and i'm so perplexed
what was i thinking
what will i think of next
where can i hide
in the back room there's a lamp
that hangs over the pool table
and when the fan is on it swings
gently side to side
there's a changing constellation
of balls as we are playing
i see orion and say nothing
the only thing i can think of saying

is f*** you...

The essence of freedom

The essence of true freedom
...is what allows a man
to make his own inquiries
into life...
and how it ought to be lived.
It is, being able to filter through all
the information thrown at us on a
daily basis and choosing to
imbibe only that which we
can believe with absolute honesty,
only those thoughts,those actions,
which can be allowed to shape
who we finally become, to
define the 'I' in each of us.

Monday, December 04, 2006

HELP

writer's block
HELP!
HELP
HELP
...


Tell me...
did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky way
To see
The light's all faded
...and that
Heaven is overrated
Tell Me...
Did Venus
Blow your mind!
Was it everything you
wanted to find
...and did you
Miss me...
while you were...
Looking for your...
Self!
...out there...