Where the sun cannot reach.
Sometimes a trip in my circuitry allows me
To flash my Morse, the click-clack
Of a message mutilated in transit, each
New sentence more garbled than the last.
Come day, like an aged king I am
Bent double, adorned with my crown of
Golden sundew, punctuated with colored
Avian gemstones, landing as they do
On the shoulders of dendroid saints.
traffic light.
You pound upon the button
As if you have a say in my thoughts; my
Copper-nerve actions.
My mind is my own.
And unbidden I initiate a
Frantic countdown, the panic-incineration
Of the digital bomb-fuse,
Down to the inevitable
Explosion of automobiles,
Motorbike-shrapnel mingling with
The roaring of metal
In violent transit.
So you hit the mid-point of no-man's land,
And you are stuck, torn between
Past and future.
I can give no direction.
I offer only the chance to return
Past the bread crumbs and
Back to the beginning.
When two roads diverged in a cold metal wood.
pendant.
They first wrought me in fire; passion
And heat pulling me from my cold
Hard prison, the stomp-stomp-stomp
Of faceless metal limbs moulding me.Then I cooled, and the flame was
Gone, impassion flooding into my
Lifeless form. And now the darkness
Of a cardboard box, artificial colors
Offering artifical commitment, the buzz
And static of smuggling scanners manned
By people with smuggled lives. And I was thrown
Into a glass cathedral, overhead spotlights
Cleverly calculated to illuminate my every
Facet, so you do not have to show
Your own. Then a rustle of paper,
A ding and a tear, and I find myself
Chained to a stranger; inanimate love.
I'm improving so much, so fast, improving in studies, improving in frisbee, in singing, in guitar, but somehow, it means nothing, not while I continue to hate and be hated. Not while Jesus isn't the prime directive, the only reason for which I live my life.
Why do you like to do this so much? You always go so cold without warning. I know I'm doing something wrong, but why can't you tell me so I can change? I'm willing to change, won't you give me a chance? But no. You don't want to give me a chance, you don't want to let anybody in anymore. You've been hurt so much you've shut yourself up tight. I'm trying, I'm really trying. But if you're happy that way, I'll leave you alone. Like you said. If God means for it to be, it'll be.
And you. No matter how hard I try, I can't stop feeling this irrepressible anger whenever I think of you. No, I don't want to think about it. I don't want to. Ever again.
You. All those of you. I don't know what's going on. You disgust me. Why waste your time pretending to be what you only want halfway to be? You're worse than those who don't care, or even those who've rejected it completely. Talk is cheap. But you, the crap you're giving isn't worth anybody's money. Shut up and decide.
From the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. Evidently, my heart has a lot of cleaning up to do.
Rise before the sun, but leave when it lifts. The show must go on; so we start on the run. Buy us a meal, or buy us some time if we want to arrive there. Look ahead at the road; you can't see a thing, but maybe we'll make it before it's too late. There is no time to wait. Turn, turn on the lights, as they drive by. We're blown aside, keep your eyes on the road. Hands on the wheel; don't let us slip. This is almost a nightmare. Turn, turn on the heat; they can't feel a thing. As I fall asleep, keep your eyes off the white. Don't let us die tonight.
White days like this, I'll never miss.
They only come once a year, they only come once a year.
Feel the passing of day, though nothing has changed; night is determined to force us away. Buy me a room with pen and a muse; this is almost resourceful. Stop, but don't hit the brakes; they don't do a thing. We've made it to nowhere with no time to spare. No one said life was fair.
White days like this, I'll never miss.
They only come once a year, they only come once a year.
The sunburst is awesome. Plus the fact that it's always polished and wiped after playing.
By the way, the box with the striped cover is my new guitar/mic stuff box, and also my new stool. Yes, it supports my weight. Yes, it's cushioned. And awesome.
