Tuesday, April 22, 2008

a life without.

a random piece of consciousness.

here the world seems to charm the fragrance round the bend, into anonymity, hiding from the background, away from the paints and the brushes and the greens and reds and oranges. an apple from the tree, the doctor, he wouldn't see me. it lies ahead upon the starry bank, where eliot sat, next reid and a quarter of einstein. he believed in awesome relativity. so you look now for a time that is played backward here in your head, a sick boy alone in his bed, shivering the fever playing out its dread, bodyaches and dripping muscus membranes. coughing up blood ever you see it. and then i told him jim, jim i said, you can't place the slant in a bedroom wall's rant of many many things and the ever patient man told me that the world's just going to fall sideways in a transient dream anyway, better to focus the camera in on a dream, away from the skulls, in iraq's sideways gleam. that's all very right and well but what about the ziijah and the telesect away from here where they would play. almost certain the doom and gloom write away from all the flagrant thoughts that add the fire and make them walk all crooked and stiff, down the wrong alley into bankman's palace. jim oh jim where did you go today? we sat living a dream in the living room floor, lee's pizza on the sofa, half eaten, a fetid attempt to consumer the world, flattened into 8 slices and a junk of pepperoni induces some calm nightmares of the world the sea in temperate. she walked on by, down by the beaches the world passed and the shadows hid from her last glance, her eyes, such a pretty treasure, as her eyes, they took themselves and wondered the world in wandering, this ennuay where the evening sat so filled with a lobster and champaign at that. i can't find the world again, not since the last time it blew up in my face, a lesson unlearned, it followed the sun round and round and and the place where it was last seen collided together in a some far of dream....

Sunday, April 20, 2008

one year gone.

it's been one year old man,
since you left us bereaved.
walked your way up those white steps
to heaven's great relief.
a life lived long and hard,
you deserved the rest.

so so long ago, it seemed
like the beginning of the end.
a time that evils teemed
of lost ways and forgotten understandings.
why did you have to go?
oh i miss you so...

i hear in my heart, your voice
the deep hearty voice
that boomed on nonsense of lewis carol,
of walruses and carpenters,
of stories far and distant,
of the laughter that arose.
replayed in eidetic.

you watch over us at night,
i feel you behind me ever peering,
ever watching, like before
when i was small
and i'd fall
and upon your shoulders you raised me
to see the world.

i will be home soon.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Leaving New York
REM

it's quiet now
and what it brings
is everything

comes calling back
a brilliant night
I'm still awake

I looked ahead
I'm sure I saw you there

you don't need me
to tell you now
that nothing can compare

you might have laughed if I told you
you might have hidden a frown.
you might have succeeded in changing me
I might have been turned around.

it's easier to leave
than to be left behind
leaving was never my proud.
leaving new york, never easy.
I saw the light fading out

now life is sweet
and what it brings
I try to take
but loneliness
it wears me out
it lies in wait

and all not lost
still in my eye,
the shadow of necklace
across your thigh, I might've lived my life in a
dream but I swear it.
this is real.

memory fuses
and shatters like glass,
mercurial future, forget the past
it's you
it's what I feel

you might have laughed if I told you
you might have hidden a frown.
you might have succeeded in changing me
I might have been turned around.

it's easier to leave
than to be left behind
leaving was never my proud.
leaving new york, never easy.
I saw the light fading out
you find it in your heart,
it's pulling me apart,
you find it in your heart, change

I told you, forever
I love you forever.
I told you i love you
I love you forever
you never, you never
you told me forever...

you might have laughed if I told you
you might have hidden a frown.
you might have succeeded in changing me
I might have been turned around.

it's easier to leave
than to be left behind
leaving was never my proud.
leaving new york, never easy.
I saw the light fading out

leaving new york, never easy.
I saw the light fading out
leaving new york, never easy.
I saw the light fading out