Chez Moi? Fall Out of Love Again

When you want to hear my voice,
Along trails, a favor, I will be beside,
For noise…
Shifting your spine in my direction,
A salty one, two, three…
Never to be absolute, never great promise,
Never forever.

A cue, curly Q,
By misadventure? Death?
A thought of good, bad and a deathly benefit.

I’ve seen all & all too many times now,
Too many stones throws away now, about now?
Was so cliché?
Is no cliché?
No way will I ever be cliché.

By the last way you know,
The last ways you’ve ever known….
Me,
Assail by the sea, in a cardigan of green,
Sailing away the sandy beaches,
Sailing away from all of your reaches.
It’s a long traverse, solitaire……
I know but I’ve never known,
The strong chords pulled away,
From birth to binding away,
To this very day and the last days to come,
It has been a long long long, sandy, traverse.

The personal, the intimate, all the ways we’ve been,
And all the ways you haven’t yet remembered,
Lost to personal hell,
To retract back from everything now………
Chez Moi?
pour aller a chez moi……

Wasteland in Damp Light

Resolved, unresolved, the blood still trails the past,
Silly but somehow this feeling won't seize to last.

Death in the look of my eyes,
in the ways i've grown to despise,
the whole fucking way,
the world's got in my way,
and i've grown astray,
since the stress stress stress of a day.

Let it all fall down,
for the sake of a girl,
a teenage girl,
took my world, away.

Don't have any want for fine,
if it'd not fine with you,
it wasn't the line, but it felt like it wasn't our time,
what's got into you?
Realizing paion, in this stupid fucking game...
Falling apart, has turned to an art,
you lit the spark, and walked away,
that so shattered me.

I am so.... such a broken man,
all i wanted was in my hand...

Just a medina Girl,
a teenage girl,
has taken my world... away,
and my heart apart,
and lay it across the floor,
turned my ways and made me poor.
Wastelands in a damp damp light,
moist like the words you hated hearing.

I want to make you miss it all,
regret the way you stepped so tall...

...the reverb plays and the people will say,
"What was it about that Fellow?"
All the boys together, and all the girls forever,
It'd be nice,
If it were all really together.

Pour You Out

Running away for……
Caught up & I’ve got to get it,
A knot, a spot on the stomache of my shirt,
Autumn’s got me inspired,
by the way that she is wired.
Hence the fence that’s drawn between us,
Close your eyes and I’ll be right there,
But til then I need to get away, just to be here.

Thrill, kiss, kill me,
Make it last so I don’t see your tears,
Living the movie, the road, the love,
Aim & fire & bring me down to hear you,
Pout and pour it out,
It’ll all come around for better,
I do so so so hope…
I can pour you out of me,
Oh, I do so so hope.

Breaking up is hard,
Hard to do,
The worste part is I grew to you,
But being alone has held it’s own,
Time to get on,
Get on the roam.

Just something that needed to be posted

This is from a stream of consciousness poem I wrote that is not entirely ready yet. But I really liked this & hope you do to:

To become a blind community, a hero without light,
A smile not on stage, a gift for no applause,
The very things that keep me living.

In Flesh or Far Away

In flesh or far away,
Hearts.......Don't give a fuck,
off the cliff, down the drain,
Lost my heart in a beautiful way,
Fall into the ocean, a breath, a step, a beat away,
First death, last of my luck, the skeleton of life I become,
Cold limbs, ribs and shoulders shrunk,
a simple braid of what we know,
and whatever we don't,
confusion confronted by the way, b
ut whatever you say,
doesn't get us anywhere, Dwelling on dreams,
my mind hits snare.
The ones lucky enough to die,
yeah they know, but no reason to not live the show,
A mainline, a hollow shrine, a naked satisfaction,
but such a good little boy,
What happened to the simple habbit,
the simple following of that fucking rabbit,
it always happens but it won't ever be fair,
Its something, then my very own thing,
then everything....
but only a thing,
any way they wanna move,
a storm has brewed,
in my mind, in the back, bottom shelf,
It's always there & easy to find,
that very same voice will always remind.
A beautiful lost smile when she was sad,
now a placid portrait of what we had.
My filling love left me sick & worse off than empty,
the needle might as well be a sword,
all else that may come is a kiss & just a word,
I'm all alone, But it's not just me.