Thursday, March 22, 2007

TK-421! Why Aren't You At Your Post?

Wednesday, March 21, 2007


Those tender whispers
Not meant for the ears.
The little whimpers
Lighting the way.
Secrets told by lovers
In the dark.
From flesh to flesh.
All the chains fade away.
Leaving only the strongest
The need to be owned.
Time and reason fail.
It is only lust that lasts.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

The Cravers Wait Just Outside Your Mind

Open to the world. Open to the future. I am so tired of the Psychos. Sure, I am an asshole, but I don’t fuck with people. The past had love and feelings. A fool told a greater fool some truths, as if they were great lore. Well, Fuck You. Hee hee.
Hold me now. Embrace this tired form. It shakes. It endures. It moves. With some unknowing need. To see the next. To see more. The feelings are so raw and full. Happy with their truths. Some say I am cold. I just feel with a different set of speeds.
I don’t believe in panic.
I don’t believe in fear.
Smooth apathy, like the other side of the pillow. If I had know that all it would take was a petty loss to free me of the idiotic attempt to care for something I should have left broken and forgotten, I would have given more than that for the Knowledge. Never try to be fair with something stupid.
On all accounts it is for the better. Life is for the better. There are those who make my life sweet. Through their present attentions, or the hope brought of possible futures. Some with the kind gestures leaving me feeling so unworthy, to those who were kind in the past, scaring me as owing forever. None ever forgotten.
Like my smooth and lacquered footsteps. Across so many doorways and smoldering bridges. Sitting there. Pleasure to the eye because of the importance imparted to them.
So many thoughts. And the ones which seem a little bad are still not sad. Mostly they are to do with understanding and repair. Coming to the point when one can say sorry, and mean it, because you really, finally, are sorry.
And then, the stars looked down.
The stars. Forever. Bright, free, chaos. Beautiful.

Sunday Song V - Not Said Lightly

If you need a friend,
Don’t look to a stranger,
You know in the end,
I'll always be there.
And when you're in doubt,
And when you're in danger,
Take a look all around,
And I'll be there.
When your day is through,
And so is your temper,
You know what to do,
I'm gonna always be there.
Sometimes if I shout,
It’s not what's intended.
These words just come out,
With no gripe to bear.
I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say. (I promise)
I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be. (I promise)
But if you'll wait around a while, I'll make you fall for me,
I promise, I promise you...

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Stolen Vision

So I says, Well, here be the fitting turn to all these unknowings and non-thinkings.
The way the wind did fill. The flutter of early tears.
Single seconds beating a phrase out, and the wires and the steel all flash with spite.
Frail ignorance I hears talking in the excuses. In the whys, whens all we really be after’en is just the who.
Sometimes the numbers stay high. And when thems is the rolls on the street side of wondering, why, it is as if the Gods needed to ask you for a lift.

Monday, March 12, 2007


Something has an Odor

Powerful spring like motion of the seasons might explain this simple day.
Basically, just work and a few moments with friends.
But that seemed to be enough. Happy and peaceful. As usual, I feel out of touch.
And, as usual that is fine with me. What a beautiful day.
The un-needing. The un-planning. Simplicity.
Like the easy laughter of kids, once they understand that it is ok to be wrong.
As long as it is all for fun. As long as it turns to smiles.
Now, pull my finger.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Sunday Song IV - The Path Taken

Kinda like a cloud I was up, way up in the sky
And I was feeling some feelings you wouldn’t believe
Sometimes I don’t believe them myself
And I decided I was never coming down.
Just then a tiny little dot caught my eye it was just about too small to see.
But I watched it way too long and that dot was pulling me Down.
I was up above it. I was up above it.
Now I’m down in it
I was up above it. I was up above it.
Now I’m down in it
Well shut up so what, what does it matter now?
I was swimming in the haze now I crawl on the ground.
And everything I never liked about you is kind of seeping into me.
Try to laugh about it now but isn’t it funny how everything works out
I guess the jokes on me. She said
I was up above it. I was up above it.
Now I’m down in it
I was up above it. I was up above it.
Now I’m down in it
I used to be so big and strong.
I used to know my right from wrong.
I used to never be afraid.
I used to be somebody
I used to have something inside
Now just this hole that’s open wide.
I used to want it all
I used to be somebody
I’ll cross my heart and hope to die but the needles already in my eye, and
All the worlds weight is on my back and I don’t even know why.
And what I used to think was me is just a fading memory
I looked him right in the eye and said goodbye.
I was up above it. I was up above it.
Now I’m down in it
I was up above it. I was up above it.
Now I’m down in it

Saturday, March 10, 2007


What do we live for?
What is worth dying for?
Is the only valor that I will see
Hidden in whiskey tunes
Foolish dice,
Wave splashed waiting,
And broken Chances?
Some stories,
Real or Fable,
Are legends in the minds of men.
These will guide and tease
Those of us just
Passing through.
Fuck it!
Great movie.

Monday, March 05, 2007

Sneaky Godzilla

New Winds

Words from another thought.
I am an adventurer unsure of my calling or path
Only that something is calling and I am moving.
I really love thinking and wit.
There is almost nothing
Better in life than those few rare
Close moments of true connection where two people
Really communicate.
One of the rare better things would be
When that connection and closeness is shared
Physically as well, as That is the best.
But, hey, not ever conversation or sweaty smile
Has to be something unbelievable.
Earthy moments,
Real moments,
Like the spring winds,

Are pretty darn fucking good.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Wake Up

Butting heads with coughs and fevers.
How freeing it is to wallow in those dreaded visions.

Night thoughts and missed chances,
All away and at bay
With only a heat filled blanket to mark the border
Between the callers and the called
The flesh seems to take a vacation.
Seems to be someplace else.
Leaving only the churning.
The gurgling.
The mix.
Now that the fog is lifting
And the hunger and lusting
Have returned
Waking the skin to crawl and feast.
Wondering if it might have been sweeter
To have stayed in those rare dreams.

Sunday Song III - Truths

They hung a sign up in out town
If you live it up, you wont
Live it down
So, she left monte rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and monroe hips
She went and took that california trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said dont look back just
Come on jim
Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, Im standing right here
You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You dont meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes theres nothin left to do
Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, Im standing right here, you got to
Just hold on.
Well, God bless your crooked little heart st. louis got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me
Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
You burn your mansion to the ground
When theres nothing left to keep you here, when
Youre falling behind in this
Big blue world
Oh you go to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, Im standing right here
You got to hold on
Down by the riverside motel,
Its 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes
And started swaying
But its so hard to dance that way
When its cold and theres no music
Well your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head theres a record
Thats playing, a song called
Hold on, hold on
You really got to hold on
Take my hand, Im standing right here
And just hold on.