Isn't That All?

I'm not very good at this game.

British grunge rock; flag waving son of a bitch.

You'll lose your facial hair; BADDA BING.

Baby Kittens and Cats Are Both Felines

I know how she felt because I read her words.

I know what she means because I felt what she felt.

How funny this all is!

She and I are more a like than I ever thought.

I swore to myself I would never do things like her.

I swore that I would right the wrong.

1983 and 1990 have quite a bit in common.

Another point for me.

One less for you.

Oh my, this is very humorous.

Shape Shifter

Patterns of heartbreak break

and they leak across these paper ties and lies.

They're held together with twisty ties and spit from flies.

Won't you miss your way?

This leather cell and paper trail isn't the way keep scratching at the walls.

Don't make me question forever again.

After you hear your name being called and the hair is dancing around your bedrooms walls, you can change the shape.

So play with it for a while.

Why don't you change the shape?

I'm picturing a circle what do you see?

You're picturing a square where the circle used to be.

Don't make me question forever, ever again.

The Fire Will Die, Like You & I

I fear I won't get better

I fear the glow of the fire won't hold

The crackle is what counts;

or so I am told.

The heat will dissapear

And I, well, I will be cold.

"Please don't wait for it."

Was all that I was told.

A few moments later,

my brain runs for a glow.

The glow of the burning ember.

And now, after seaching,

I am just old.

The run was not worth it.

The dehydration didn't help.

The sweat is burning my eyes.

Now I am hot as hell.

Tomorrow I will be older.

As days pass I will cool.

I will become older.

I will run out of fuel.

The Ocean, Sun, and WWI

I told the ocean waves to high five the sky and smile at the sun. A twinkle was born and the earth was created. A breath of completeness was then taken chased with salt water. Please be quiet and wash out your mouth. That salt taste will get to you but give it a second! Drink up and that salt will clean your wounds. Those battle wounds sting just as much as when they were first hatched and hacked. They might heal. And they might scar. At least they'll make for a witty story. So cheer up and smile. You're got company that wants to listen.

First, Not Last, Not Only

It smelt like honey,
Tasted like fresh air,
and looked like the brightest color you could see.

It hurt like all the pain I've ever felt.
It made me smile bigger than making my dad proud.
My chapped, dry lips cracks over my dehydrated mouth.
The tempo fueled my adrenaline and synced with my heart.

When I drove home after each show,
I cried.
I cried to support a feeling I quite didn't understand.
I had felt it once before, but not like this.
No, not quite like this at all.

I met G-d.
He was hiding in my music all along.

I knew this group of five would split.
I could preempt things were going to end.
Then, the tall one said,
"This will be our last song. Thanks for everything. It really, really means a lot to us."
Like that,
it was over.

Love 180 Minutes Away

This white.

This black.

Where do I find you?

How do I reach for you?

180 minutes.

And my heart beats a million times faster;

just for you.

Your touch isn't around.

I reach and digtially feel.

Oh phone, oh computer--

--I've had enough.

When will your titanium start to feel like skin?

When will your plastic begin to feel like love?

When will the screen start to revile the truth?

Love 180 away

It starts and ends my day. . .

Girl of Heads and Hair Colours

How could I forget her? She's me.

Living Live Digital Doppler

From the begining and back towards the end

When will this rain, fog and winter end?

The white clouds of snow melt from the sun and the ice melt.

My vision melts.

My vision drips the water and the sun dries my eyes after.

When the sunshines too close,

the heat gets too hot.

When the sun rests on your back,

it's heavy mass burns.

What kind of weather should I be waiting for?

What kind of tempatures should I expect?

When the wind knocks down my tower,

I shall collect my wooden cubes and start over.

Before the sun burns my skin,

I will ask for shade.

And when the ice melts,

I will build an arc.

Sighs, Signs, & Reading Minds.

The more you know about a culture, the less we judge and listen to stereotypes. Icons then have more meaning and create confusion with the connotation of the icon. Visual communication is key to synthesizing ideas because no one can see into your mind but you can display your "mind's eye".

Individuals are made up of collective symbols to create who they are. There are symbols can also create who they want the world to view them as.

Purposefully Placed Proportions

I have the most sudden urge to tell everyone how I feel.

Tapping, ticking, tock.

Put me in your pocket; I'd like that a lot.

The front pocket; I'm not the one to ride in the back.

I'm light as a feather, not the kind of weight you would have to carry.

What do you think about that?

Propositions.

Purposefully placed proportions.

Brain Juice

I have just begun to stare into the inner outwards of my eyelids.

I can't make up the difference between left and right,

or even happiness from lonliness for that matter.

The clicking in my brain makes up for the lack of intertwining our bodies do.

You're big, and you make my body feel so small.

You've got small nothing, and you make my brain feel so big.

Why can't this be?

I could sit in this world for days and never peak out,

never even wonder what is outside.

I am warm and cannot be touched.

I can work with this, this can be worked.

I wish I was high right now, I would feel like I was floating.

Floaiting in my brain fluid. Ha.

Numbers

I have lost the one that goes with my too.

Job Hearts

Being in a relationship is like practice for a job interview. You show someone your best side, you get the job, and someday, well, you quit.

Flour-Covered Feathers

I did't mean to stiff you but out of all actuality, you stiffed me. It's to the umpteenth degree. You know what I mean. (Interlude). And here we go; you may be the one that I see. Even more than I see. Maybe even desire. Knifed, fire, psalters, gone. Gone. Gone.

Don't flinch out by your change. Naked is the truth we all need to be. Don't get broken down by the sting. Don't even flinch keep it stinging. The cops and the news don't know the heaven from hell. We can just trust in the wind we feel on our feathers and the rain on our skin. The resin in the gun we have loaded isn't what clean feeling or desire. The siren is the alarm and the tempt or truth. Goodnight.