i want to fall
and run far
far away from it all
then fall--
once more
into your open arms
i want to get lost
and be found again
get lost,
go around and then--
stop,
when i feel the warmth of your hands
and your touch--
it's almost too much
i'm dizzy
and spinning
thinking,
your touch
is just like being kissed by the sun
and it's just us
in the middle of nowhere
our private playground of somewhere
us--
with no room for worry or sorrow
i can and will do that tomorrow
while i'm picking the dirty leaves out of my hair
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Flashback
i can remember the day,
the hour,
right down to the moment
that i got caught up and I fell
off the sparkly pink unicorn on life's carousel
and how i went
and i spent
my last fifty cents
dropping all my dirty pennies into a wishing well
hoping to find
a flashing neon sign
that will show me the way
out of my bulletproof shell
then you happened by
dropped out of the sky and into my life
burned white
like heaven shining light in my dark little hell
but my mind neverminds
and never buys
what my heart tries so hard to sell
magic
trickery
bullshit and spells
and when the world finally stops
i turn and i run
like being shot from a gun
back to my mind's prison cell
where i'm safe,
complacent,
and lazy
with memories never hazy
and yes.... i might just be crazy
but really who can ever truly tell????
the hour,
right down to the moment
that i got caught up and I fell
off the sparkly pink unicorn on life's carousel
and how i went
and i spent
my last fifty cents
dropping all my dirty pennies into a wishing well
hoping to find
a flashing neon sign
that will show me the way
out of my bulletproof shell
then you happened by
dropped out of the sky and into my life
burned white
like heaven shining light in my dark little hell
but my mind neverminds
and never buys
what my heart tries so hard to sell
magic
trickery
bullshit and spells
and when the world finally stops
i turn and i run
like being shot from a gun
back to my mind's prison cell
where i'm safe,
complacent,
and lazy
with memories never hazy
and yes.... i might just be crazy
but really who can ever truly tell????
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Illusory
I have nightmares to make you giggle
and dreams you could never understand
like drinking up the sun
or holding fire in my hands
of being torn or sliced
into a thousand tiny pieces
or being teased and raped
by all your crazy demons
of drowning in the noise
just to be petrified by the silence
or sinking to the bottom
in an ocean filled with violence
of dancing naked on the moon
with rock n roll ghosts from outer space
or looking in the mirror
and for once, not seeing the devil's face
of writing lyrics to a song
with nothing but the color blue
or solving all the mysteries of life
like knowing every part of you
of painting all your walls
with every drop of my red blood
or shoving my heart down your throat
and choking you with my love
I have nightmares that make your shiver
and dreams you just might understand
like squeezing life out of the blazing sun
or holding your heart inside my hands
and dreams you could never understand
like drinking up the sun
or holding fire in my hands
of being torn or sliced
into a thousand tiny pieces
or being teased and raped
by all your crazy demons
of drowning in the noise
just to be petrified by the silence
or sinking to the bottom
in an ocean filled with violence
of dancing naked on the moon
with rock n roll ghosts from outer space
or looking in the mirror
and for once, not seeing the devil's face
of writing lyrics to a song
with nothing but the color blue
or solving all the mysteries of life
like knowing every part of you
of painting all your walls
with every drop of my red blood
or shoving my heart down your throat
and choking you with my love
I have nightmares that make your shiver
and dreams you just might understand
like squeezing life out of the blazing sun
or holding your heart inside my hands
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