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Dark Noon

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dawn, another sun rises
another day begins
but my day is only ending

time passes, nothing changes
my journey leads me nowhere
and I'm not in the mood to run

I know, I know what I want
but I just don't know
how to go about getting it

I'm trapped, in a prison
a prison of the mind
and I hold the key from me

I scream, scream at myself
tell myself to get up
but my legs don't move

I'm okay, everything's alright
it all looks fine, you say
but I'll tell a different tale

daydream, dream away the day
I want to live in a fantasy
but I can't find it anywhere

my eyes, open to darkness
my world is shrouded in night
and I can't find the way
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Insurrection Avethere's a road I used to pass, but now I can't get past
Bob Dylan knew it, and so did Johnny Cash
it's a road straight to the blues, and it's called insurrection avenue
when you're lovin' a woman, but she don't love you
buddy, that kind of lovin', it just won't do
but that's the love you get, on insurrection avenue
you say you've got the gift, but you don't know what to do
a stranger appears, and he's much better than you
you won't get any help, from insurrection avenue
you've been dreamin' of a life, better 'n any you ever knew
no matter how hard you try, your dreams just won't come true
that's how it happens, down on insurrection avenue
god, he can't answer, he ain't got no clue
the devil won't deal, he's been silent, too
you're on your own, now, on insurrection avenue
there's a road I used to pass, but now I can't get past
Bob Dylan knew it, and so did Johnny Cash
it's a road straight to the blues, and it's called insurrection avenue
Clear As Mud(spoken word)
how do you describe a feeling?
what does ecstasy sound like?
how do you explain the taste of a mint, almond kiss?
when the meaning of an experience yields a sensation that transcends the physical details
what words can you use?
what notes can you play?
how do you pass on a feeling that is so complex, it defies explanation?
would a poem do?
how about a symphony?
but that experience is still missing
I don't want to tell you about it, I want to give it to you
I want you to feel it like I feel it
but I'll never know what you feel
---
what does it mean to write a song?
I don't think I'm trying to write a song
I'm trying to write a feeling
and it's not coming through
communication just seems to me, so...inefficient
one person can be so full of joy and beauty
and yet their life can be constant horror
because they cannot show anyone else the light
the light that surrounds us
how can I point to something that doesn't exist in time or space?
what good is freedom, if it's chained do
Lone Wolf Lover BluesI'm the lone wolf lover, baby
cause you chose to leave me 'lone (repeat)
an' I can't get no more lovin'
unless I get it on my own
I don't like havin' comp'ny
but I get lonely now and then (repeat)
I know I drove you out
but now I want you back again
ain't the way I treated you
I treated you just fine (repeat)
but there's some things I can't help
and I know the fault is all mine
I've always liked to roam
never did run with the pack (repeat)
guess I'll be movin' on from this place
an' I aim never to come back
Communication BreakdownI might say it's funny, but I really find it mad
that when you fall in the gutter, people wanna yell at you
and ask you how you let yourself fall
instead of reaching out to help you back up
but I know it's as much my fault as anyone else's
it's not easy to help to begin with
and I'm not making it any easier
even though it's not intentional
and that's just my reality
I had a lot of promise - I know I did
and I could have been successful
but I was distracted by ideals and principles
and I let the darkness take me
but I learned something, and for me that's a huge step
even though it might mean little to anyone else
because it still doesn't solve the problems I had in the first place
but right now it's all I've got and I've got to follow it
because there's nothing else I believe in
but even if principles were all I had to drive me
then still that would be alright
but there are certain things I can't deny
certain facets of my nature that don't go away
no matter how much I curse them
and the
Take Me For A RideI'll take a chance on you
though, babe, I'm bound to lose
I never get what I want
I was born to sing the blues
I'll live my life alone
with no one by my side
but just for this once, baby
will you take me for a ride?
Daylight Saving Bluesit's four o'clock in the evenin'
and I can't even see my way
four o'clock in the evenin'
an' I can't even see my way
sunset's gettin' earlier,
earlier every day
shadows are risin' higher
and the days are gettin' cold
shadows rise up higher
and the days are gettin' cold
one more year is passing
and I fear I'm gettin' old
I can't go out after dinner
I can't play with the boys next door
I knew a girl named Sandy
but she don't live 'round here no more
fall back, fall back, fall back
fall back is what they say
yeah, fall back, fall back, fall back
fall back is what they say
you might just spring forward,
on some bright and sunny day
Sittin' Beside My WindowI'm sittin' beside my window
just starin' out at the world (repeat)
I ain't goin' outside no more,
not without my little girl
I tried to love you baby
but you know it hurt me too (repeat)
And now I've stopped trying, girl
so I don't have to feel blue
You can live your life, woman
tho' I don't wanna live mine (repeat)
I'm gonna sit here and watch, girl
'cause I'm just biding my time
You won't see me cryin',
no, you won't hear me shout or scream (repeat)
I carry my pain on the inside,
so it'll only haunt my dreams
But then sometimes I'm feelin',
that somethin' is comin' to me (repeat)
Every now and then I need to, uh...
I need to set my soul free
(guitar solo outro)
No SympathyI don't need no sympathy
I need someone who cares
You don't give a damn for me
I've seen your empty stares
I used to think it wasn't true
I thought I knew the things you'd do
But your words are full of it
I see that you're a hypocrite
So sweet and so pure
yet tainted by your naivety
I say live, let live, and let die
but you've just got to judge
I say live, let live, and let die
and you can't always know the reasons why
Walkin' The Dogwalkin' the dog, down the street
what'll I say, if'n we meet?
shiftin' my eyes, and'a shufflin' my feet
tappin' my toes to the sound of the beat
I saw you today, down by the shore
I really dig that dress that you wore
I heard you say that life is a bore
if I gave you my love, would you ask for some more?
I'd like to take you out on the town
we could go to a show, or just wander around
and when the sun is sinking, and the day's winding down
we could dine at the finest place to be found
I just want to spend some time with you
and get to know the things you like to do
I'm hoping that you will like me too
so we can be closer, and our feelings be true
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Wings Of Light
Wings Of Light
Upon me is the last dawn
Faded away has the last dusk
I leave behind all of the rights and wrongs
I don't deserve an afterlife that is also rough
Mesmerized in deep suspense
As I await the final arrival
My tears become so intense
These last moments of hope are vital
My bearer
Allow me to break away
My deliverer
Accept the toll of my undying faith
-
I was careless as I fell
Mocking life itself
Every secret I held
Defined a broken side of myself
An inner slaughter I could not defend
A one-sided war that I could not fight against
My downfall is what I didn't want to prevent
I always lusted after the idea of my final descent
Because I knew that in the end I would ascend
All I can really do is live this divided life as best as I can
I realized that the only thing in perfection is being broken
And the only way to get rid of that is to wipe out my existence
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Shine down and shine true
I will no longer be powerless
You don't know how long I've been waiting for you
I will
Words To Ash
Words To Ash
My embers burn / A dark fire roars
My suicidal war / A blaze of words
I wrote this for you...
The old me really wanted you to read it
To tell you the truth...
Of how I came to be beyond broken
But I had to keep it
Because I'll never see you again
So my wounds remain hidden
A letter deprived of hate, I forgave us in vain
I'm trying to undo what you have done
Even if its just a placebo effect
This is me trying to “move on”
From this smothering resentment
-
Confessions turn into infernos
You crushed my faith
A villain disguised as a hero
My lungs starts to shake
The sinner is attending church tomorrow
While this saint is endlessly praying for strength
-
My soul surges / A red sky clears
My resolve emerges / A cure for tears
I've journeyed through the flames...
The new me knows the reasons for your trespasses
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ugly consumptionmonday my little girl asked, "what would happen if someone ate
the sun and
how many calories does it have?"
and i wish i could see myself objectively, wish
my skin wasn't worn from
fitful starvation.
have you ever seen your
hands as i do, strange bloated things
in search of bones?
and i wish i could remember when beauty
was a mouth red as pomegranate seeds eyes
like sickle moons. back when it was
more than numbers. ninety-five, eighty-eight.
get down to eighty-five and you will be
beautiful. be
thin and sexless as wet march.
tuesday pa told me: "acceptance ain't something you
can buy at a convenience store."
and i am all mass no energy
as if all this time i have been
thinking i am breathing city lights
but they are really just water. sorry,
sorry, sorry. i have
atlantis resting inside my lungs.
They Told UsThey Told Us:
They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
Writers, poets,
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,
Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.
But what they don't see are the words.
Words used ta give a picture context.
Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.
Who could understand an image, withou' a title?
If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?
I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the
I'm Fine, Trust me
It's just fine
Just stab me with that knife
I'm just fine
Rip my heart out when I'm alive
All that I see
Is you in my dreams
All that I see
Is that my heart is incomplete
It's just fine
My heart's made of ice
It's just fine
Just make me feel alive
Lament of an AtheistI cut candles straight down their waxy center
just by looking into the flame. Slick peels of
honeycomb melt into my palm and blister skin.
Then the world ricochets forward.
I plummet back into my body and there's
a thick distortion in audio. A constant pulse at
the back of my eyes, tuned to the rhythm of your
heartbeat. I look for traces of you, but,
God, you're lost.
Leaves fall as paper lanterns from wooden fingers.
Spiraling upwards on the breath of cosmos, back
to Heaven, lit like the sun on a marvelous azure
backdrop. I needed your wisdom, but all is gone.
Christ, you're dead.
Atheists are not meant to love. Realists are not
meant for passion. Idealists are the dreamers
of their own demise; only they can make it
happen.
A man once told me that the astute make terrible
lovers, but I'll fight that to the bitter end. Maybe
the irrational are so hopeful in their wafts of
hallucination they cannot come to mindful conclusions
of their forsaken love.
There's a poet under my skin, itching
GlassI always laugh when you refer to me as glass.
Not just because of the way you say it,
(glass-as-in-gas).
Or because I know it's a crack at my fragility.
Glass is pure.
I am like granite -
my body nullified from too many clashing traits.
Glass is transparent.
I am like clay -
illegible from all the plastered smiles.
Glass is unyielding.
I am like chalk -
easily broken and scuffed away by meagre things.
Glass is hung up on walls and in great cathedrals,
tinted for enhancement, but only ever painted on by fools.
I am hidden behind keypads and camera lenses,
coated in a thick paste of deceptiveness.
No, my love,
I was never glass.  (Despite my fragility)
Call me granite or clay or chalk
and be done with me.
A Prayer for the Scar Mappedi hope you find someone who loves you for your scars.
your scars are the battles you fought
alone, scared, broken at midnight
navigating the map of your lost soul,
wearing nothing but threadbare dreams,
with demons who would not die,
and who could not rest.
and still strong, you fought on.
i pray you find someone who loves you for your scars
your scars will tell the stories your lips cannot.
your scars will reveal secrets your heart cannot.
your scars will create meaning to the little things you do.
so find someone who loves you for your scars.
this is all that I can pray for, for you
and for you,
and for you...
BorderlineI dreamed once that I saw your face in
my mirror, rippling prolifically like
water on glass on my face,
and then I was drowning, and I
fell,
   fell,
      fell  
too fast into your watery eyes.
                   Without imagination, prosaically as you
                   could, you told me you
                   loved me and hoped we'd meet again
                   soon. I smiled, propri
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