wants and escapism

blues in the morning, blues at suppertime

it's a long trod home
you're wearing on not your own
what you have left is gone
speaking of thoughts to noone
because you should have taken
the long road out, into territory
unseen by human eyes, electricity
like everything is mostly hidden
except when dangerous
forgiving lost occasion
of problems won't come later
the solution's how you bear
of what would come to scare
the thought would be erased
and nothing put in its place
it is unprecedented,
that you should be
subjected to this
only you would have known
calling it all your own
problems sought and chased after

mismatched journal entry no. 1

swinging out, faceless deconstruction at the pond where you birthed your first appetite you easily fell in but knowing you, you came in and saw me about a jaw-wrist attention connected to the bliss and good feelings surrounded by lovers you are hidden away anyay because of the stories people tell making it all seem that it's all over for you because you need to come through somewhere in the wilderness the lyrical attraction of shocking events he wide-eyed appearance of what you have left these men to many things, but let me show you it can be easier though you have not grown again afer your operation it is exceeding even the possibility of exoneration you are becoming a criminal you are not who you once were you should have taken a chance whre you could end now you are talking to these strange men who have designs on yor mind and you are trapped in between you wish you reather didn't know because if you did your life would b over you should know that the way words work is to corral them into a slight circle, where everything seems wrong and there are difficulties all about you and you cannot stand the deliberation and exoneration and I am worried that i may have not been making sense in the everyday style of forgetting the lyrics and you can see what matters in the end when all is revealed to show that you can take it at face value always following the wishes of others you are, and now divining secrets and eating ruth of what can be you are stopping at nothing to go closer beyond the pale you forget wishing for truth of what can be found and forgetting truths of reconciliation hanging on to nothing you are strangely opposed to the idea that all things should come and in the greif and confusion of the namesake that is written.

apreciation

inside out
torn about
you don't know
going so
slowly now
finding how
anyway you've
got it to be
only you and me

wanted misgivings

-----only you
--------would have known
---------turned the world up
------------years go by, and you sit
--------------alone disaster sits with you
---------------millenia go by, and you
------------------are still there
-------------------what you could have wanted
--------------------is already passed
---------------time forgetting constantly exposing
------------maybe she'll have truth, of what
-------------we could have done
-------------the eternal lady
-------------sitting statuesque
--------------on her throne
--------------understood,
--------------captivating,
----------------though she does not move
-------------------maybe later you'll find peace
-------------she says
---------------only you would have to wait
------------------for time to remember you
------------------she can do anything
-------------------hissing quietly, fissy fussy fit
------------------running adjucnt to her possibility
-------------------adresses found in stresses declared
-------------------and everyone left alone apart distant
-----------------only you would want to forget what you can
-----------------over time, it seeps through
--------------forgetting lies made up to damage you
--------------time tells sly jokes, catch it on the flip side
---------------glimmering light shone through the reflective half
--------------on the other side of tommorow
--------------will you find your love?

----we wanted to leave
-----------you said no
-----------telling us why
----------speaking out your duty
------------forgotten ageless time
------------bringing your numbers
----------what you wanted, lost
-----------all is forgotten
-----------in the time-travel
------------of opposites
-------------deep in time
-------------forgotten
--------------only you
---------------bringing what's left
-----------------to bridge the gap
------------------only to be forgotten
------------------ending in pity
-------------------a number, to noone

only you

taking away what you grasped
--------------only moments
--------------thinking sadly
--------------only you
------we should
--------take you
-----------away
--------only made
--------seperate decision
---------working with language
----------maybe not
-----------you're never there
-----------finding you've left
------------has rent a huge tear
-------------and all is wrought
-------------because of you
--------------we should
--------------take you
-------------away