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Monday, 31 October 2005

oh my dear. cant you see this storm arriving in my veins. this consistency
of mere interruption that keeps holding this flight to the ground. grounded for days at the site of your eyes...

eyes of pure wonder. i`m still wondering what to think about you. and i`m still thinking. thinking about that time we didnt hold hands. thinking about when i will. oh i will. i will have too.

time to tell myself to let go?
i think not. though i will.
im jealous of her. jealous of you.
its painful. this I LOVE business.
its consistency is about as zealous as a broken chord.
all beat up and taped back together
just to sort of realize the extremeity of the brilliance
and the brilliance of our unloved hearts.
lonely? no. just there.

and i`m still a dreamer == dreaming for the perfect day.

Sunday, 18 September 2005

photographs hanging from the

ceiling.

dire resentment with its catastrophic coincedences / you gotta make up your mind / you have make your best wishes / we dont have the time / you know your defenseless / but just wait on dreams / you`ll find their brilliance /// when you cant seem to see / anything for sure / when your body is melting / right down to the floor / leave it up to me / to give you a smiling picture / with a bloody heart / wrapped around it with love.

Friday, 16 September 2005

you saw me through the crammed window, with the lights off and the dark door blown closed. i cant decipher that from our last sorrow, and hope for worst that you wont remember.

Take your time, splash through the puddles, drive the car fast, with the windows down, and wind fixed to the roof. i cant imagine the wall paper covered, and silvery chandeliers all lit up with you.

take me my love, take me away. take me to the spieders well, and lets write down what we see instead,-- of going on for about an hour, on useless things like the weather.

please my dear, just forget this like you did last november. and we`ll leave this fixed till i kiss you.

Monday, 12 September 2005

who am i?

                                          i walk out on the street

                     there's spider webs in my car,

                                        i drive fast for no reason,

            pick up leaves in the season, and hope for the best -

that no matter what, i`ll still see you everyday,

                looking over my shoulder, and shuddering with remembrance,

of that cul-de-sac first dance... i always look through windows,

                                                and think i see you,

           but its always just a reflection,

                            of some unknown mystery taunting me 94 times,

    if not 94, then to the end of the day.   without waste, i say your name,

                               and hope you hear the utterance under my breath,

            the whisper from my lips,               the cries in my sleep.

                  the moon sneaks out of the shadows as i sneak into view,

   but your eyes see right past it and on to the new.

                                       change is a good thing,  people always say,

            but love never changes....so how can that be true?

      i dont go to bed,

because i want to get in as many thoughts possible --

before sleep catches my head....but somehow, the thoughts only ever go as far as you....

              the cosmic void reaches out for my mind,

                                    but i close it to where i only believe in mischief...

          and soon after it leaves me alone.

                                           even though i know it didnt happen,

        i still like to believe the stars were aligned,

                             in 1989.

                 i love you, you know, please dont give up.