Wednesday, January 19, 2005

she lives....

Alright, so despite the fact that I have been writing a lot recently, I haven't been near a computer except at work when I really ought to be working. Though this is true, I have still decided that tonight I'm going to delve into the archives a bit and publish some stuff that has been written at various points of my life so far. I really don't care if you like it.

-J.



Smoke

we burn their bodies
and release their spirits
... we breathe them in
they are the only ones
who have ever been
truly free
never having been owned by anyone
held for only seconds
they leave their impressions





Lover in the Sky

we met in the air
but you never
invited me back down again
bold in the eyes
of a new found old friend
we step together
into the familiar unknown
have we been here before
in another time
our story famed in folklore
juggling the pieces of our broken lives
we let them fall to the floor
and make love on their shards
as they soften into the petals
of flowers we picked
when we walked in eden
but it was never fruit nor snakes
which tempted me...
it was you all along
the way your lips part
to spill the sorrow of your song
your brutal truths
and the gentle features of your face
floating in space
the beauty of this moment
will put us in our place








Full Circle

blue clouds move in
threatening my spring
with winters bitter revenge
and sirens songs
never announced their intent so clearly
to crush great vessels
on jagged rocks
and the only way
that I can answer your call
is if I consent to being lost at sea...
submerged
broken
begging for mercy
until the cold water and I become one
and I rise as a tsunami
to drown your song
from my once thirsty ears








Closer

black ring
don't say a thing
your eyes will say it for you
this moment in time
this space
what uncouncious spell
brought you to this place
powers of the mind
passion of the flesh
do I need to bleed to feed you?
I'm not trying to mislead you
but honesty and deception are old lovers
hung up in one anothers strings
the most precious things
are our beautiful illusions
the stories we invent to justify them
and the old comforts we run to
when we can't believe it anymore
you don't need my permission
to penetrate the core










Perfect

this is exactly what I was trying to say
the world turns and I'm not in it
the world burns a fire that will put out the sea
I took it away from its original form
tried to be inside of it
instead of always outside looking in
I tried to make it revolve around me
like I could just reach out and touch the parts
Like I would change it all
I was the core
but it stopped....
it built up inside me
and clogged my arteries
and my body began to fall apart
cell by cell
begining in my mind
I left it behind
and I said in some foreign tounge
that this couldn't be the place
it had become red at the tide
blue around the edges
and it just wasn't me anymore
you know.....
it took me so long
a century or so I think
to get just where I am
and now the sky roars
with its various impressions
and I want more
and I think it will help me
to get
just a little bit further away







My Planetary Madness

walking in a fireside show
laughing
dreaming
caressing every thought I know
dancing in the moonlight glow

say no more
silence for the time being
it's the only way for me to be
speechless inside you
within you
deny you
aspire to guide you
with saturn beside you
turning black from your shadow

moon godess please
in times of need
lay by me
growing into my soul
what's that?
soul

lifeless now
determined to reach you somehow
counting the memories I've lost
in the moonlight

by the river
flowing through me
something new to me
counting on me to come through this
my planetary madness








hey you

against the blackest night sky
then you smiled at me
and I kicked up my feet
and I danced in the air to your rythm
and you sang to me
a cautious piece
you'd writen for your first love
and what was it again
that word you kept forgetting
I guess I forgot too.

I have but one more gypsy tent to sleep in
one more drug to keep me calm
one last fading memory of you
one more lie to hope for....
and did we ever figure out
just why cops gather like cockroaches
at twenty-four-hour convienince stores
I have one more question
I'm afraid to ask you now.