Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Doomsayer
you are the only one with the ability to turn this tide
with the capacity to learn the truth and burn the lies
that signalize our disgust so come with me,
I'll be your doomsayer and show you everything
that you'll never see
behind borrowed eyes you're living in the end
you're not alone
decrepit monuments sit on their own thrones
the crushing weight relentless in its pull
resist!
or be diluted with the rest all weare,
leads us to inherent insurgence
it leads you to deceive yourself
when you believe you've been bled dry
and aren't you sick of waiting for nothing
facilitating all your demons staring at the sun
I watched it rise and collide
with this dream where I had stopped living in the past
stopped living with that crash/burn longing
it'll pass
it brings you to your knees
reliving that same nightmare where you realize..
and who can save you,
not their gods and not their masters
and who will free you,
look in the mirror
with the capacity to learn the truth and burn the lies
that signalize our disgust so come with me,
I'll be your doomsayer and show you everything
that you'll never see
behind borrowed eyes you're living in the end
you're not alone
decrepit monuments sit on their own thrones
the crushing weight relentless in its pull
resist!
or be diluted with the rest all weare,
leads us to inherent insurgence
it leads you to deceive yourself
when you believe you've been bled dry
and aren't you sick of waiting for nothing
facilitating all your demons staring at the sun
I watched it rise and collide
with this dream where I had stopped living in the past
stopped living with that crash/burn longing
it'll pass
it brings you to your knees
reliving that same nightmare where you realize..
and who can save you,
not their gods and not their masters
and who will free you,
look in the mirror
Monday, August 20, 2012
11 years ago..
11 years ago,My best friend was killed in a car accident... So many things in my life she has missed. We had been friends since we were 5. At the time we had been friends for 14 years... It is now approaching the time where she will have been dead longer than we had been friends.
I think about her at least once a week.
She was my only friend until I was 11. I didn't like anyone else.
I wish there was a phone line for the dead. A phone line for the dead so you could just call them for the reassurance that you are doing ok and they are proud of you. Phone lines for their laughs and their cries.
I miss you
I think about her at least once a week.
She was my only friend until I was 11. I didn't like anyone else.
I wish there was a phone line for the dead. A phone line for the dead so you could just call them for the reassurance that you are doing ok and they are proud of you. Phone lines for their laughs and their cries.
I miss you
Burdened by the weight of emptiness and failure.
I thought I heard them whisper..
"Come home to us and sleep once more blanketed by stars
and breathe again the air uncorrupted
and tread upon the footpaths of those who you've cast aside,
Wade into the waters flowing, winding
never to contemplate these cursed thoughts again..."
This is sorrow. This in no way defines us.
How can we be so careless?
The vision is calling, is piercing our hearts.
We cannot dwell here idle while this violence goes on.
Banished. Driven out of existence. A curse upon the earth.
Always under the banner of progress and feigned elevation.
Know that this culture will dissolve. It is the natural conclusion.
This cannot persist much longer.
One day we'll build upon the ruins of this dead world.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Angles singing in a choir
oh, my lord, I am on fire
what am I to do
voices singing into space
read their verse in my lonely face
what am I to do
because I don't deserve you
not even for a moment
not even for a second will I ever be saved
my love's out to get me
and you know
you know
you know it's going to succeed
and I hope I survive this fucking week
alone
and if I don't survive
I'll still be by your side
just clad in ghostly white
I'll be your spectral bride
oh, my lord, I am on fire
what am I to do
voices singing into space
read their verse in my lonely face
what am I to do
because I don't deserve you
not even for a moment
not even for a second will I ever be saved
my love's out to get me
and you know
you know
you know it's going to succeed
and I hope I survive this fucking week
alone
and if I don't survive
I'll still be by your side
just clad in ghostly white
I'll be your spectral bride
Monday, August 13, 2012
We always tried to shareThe tenderest of careNow look what we have put you through
Things get damaged, things get brokenI thought we'd manage, but words left unspokenLeft us so brittleThere was so little left to give
Angels with silver wingsShouldn't know sufferingI wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master planThat only He understandsI hope it's your eyes He's seeing through
Things get damaged, things get brokenI thought we'd manage, but words left unspokenLeft us so brittleThere was so little left to give
I pray you learn to trustHave faith in both of usAnd keep room in your hearts for two
Things get damaged, things get brokenI thought we'd manage, but words left unspokenLeft us so brittleThere was so little left to give
Sunday, August 12, 2012
She says it helps with the lights out
Her rabid glow is like braille to the night.
She swears I’m a slave to the details
But if your life is such a big joke, why should I care?
The clock is set for nine but you know you’re gonna make it eight.
So that you two can take some time, teach each other to reciprocate.
She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kid gloves
But she doesn’t know that I left my urge in the icebox
She swears I’m just prey to the female,
Well then hook me up and throw me, baby cakes, cuz I like to get hooked.
The clock is set for nine but you know you’re gonna make it eight.
All the people that you’ve loved they’re all bound to leave some keepsakes.
I’ve been swinging all the time, think it’s time to learn your way.
I picture you and me together in the jungle it would be ok.
I’ll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
That is supposing that you don’t sleep tonight
It’s like learning a new a language
Helps me catch up on my mime
If you don’t bring up those lonely parts
This could be a good time
It’s like learning a new language
You come here to me
We’ll collect those lonely parts and set them down
You come here to me
She says brief things, her love’s a pony
My love’s subliminal
She says brief things, her love’s a pony
My love’s subliminal
Her rabid glow is like braille to the night.
She swears I’m a slave to the details
But if your life is such a big joke, why should I care?
The clock is set for nine but you know you’re gonna make it eight.
So that you two can take some time, teach each other to reciprocate.
She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kid gloves
But she doesn’t know that I left my urge in the icebox
She swears I’m just prey to the female,
Well then hook me up and throw me, baby cakes, cuz I like to get hooked.
The clock is set for nine but you know you’re gonna make it eight.
All the people that you’ve loved they’re all bound to leave some keepsakes.
I’ve been swinging all the time, think it’s time to learn your way.
I picture you and me together in the jungle it would be ok.
I’ll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
That is supposing that you don’t sleep tonight
It’s like learning a new a language
Helps me catch up on my mime
If you don’t bring up those lonely parts
This could be a good time
It’s like learning a new language
You come here to me
We’ll collect those lonely parts and set them down
You come here to me
She says brief things, her love’s a pony
My love’s subliminal
She says brief things, her love’s a pony
My love’s subliminal
Saturday, August 11, 2012
I don’t like my clothes anymore
we’re spending time and money yeah you’re colder than yourself
now we’re moving now we’re taking control
you make me lose my buttons oh yeah you make me spit
I don’t like my clothes anymore
you take me to New Orleans where you put me to the test
I know what my heart is for
you reach out for blanket I say girl you’ve got something
I love how you wear it
now we’re spending time and money yeah you’re colder than yourself
now we’re moving now we’re taking control
Love will get you down
my love's a laboratory
I set all my pets free
so baby you should sleep with me
I make trips to the bathroom
yeah my friends all have true grit
I am speckled like a leopard
put a lid on Shirley Temple
yeah you make sleek kills
yeah you travel you travel
you park me in your buick
you sing songs into my lips
well i am speckled like a leopard
just like a leopard
trust will get you down
I love the way
you put me in the big house
I love the way
you put me in the big house
If I get there early will it be the right time
our heaven is just waiting so put your hand into mine
if I get too surly will you take that in stride
our boat is just there waiting so put your little hand in mine
and speak when you’re spoken of
catch up on your sleep girl
when you wear that body glove
you’re acting on initiative
and you’re spelling out your love
you shouldn’t be alone in there
you could be above ground
all i want is to be the very best for you
all i want is to be the very best for you
oh this time
there'll be no life of crime
don't rain on me tonight
circle around me now baby it’ll be ok
cause we all go downtown sometimes
somehow baby we’ll beat this mess
it’s the time fuck the surface to meet the specialist
time away from me
will get you down
I love the way you put me in the big house
I love the way you put me in the big house
If I get there early will it be the right time
our heaven is just waiting is just waiting so put your hand into mine
if I get too surly will you take that in stride
our boat is just there waiting so put your little hand in mine
and speak when you’re spoken of
catch up on your sleep
when you wear that body clock
you’re acting on initiative
and you’re spelling out your love
you shouldn’t be alone in there
you could be above ground
If you're frustrated then go
If you're frustrated then go
honey bee, we should be through with this,
your packaged eyes, your vicious lips
You could be young, but you're out of touch
If this loves been done, then what's your rush?
I'm a specialist in hope and I'm registered to vote
Why don't you come into my barrio we'll see if you can float
I'm a specialist in hope and I'm registered to vote
Why don't you come into my barrio we'll see if you can float
Thursday, August 9, 2012
I’ve always wanted
To eat glass with you again
But I never knew how
How to talk without
Walls dropping on the eve
The nest they made couldn’t break you
Along the fallen
Scowled a fence of beaks
But the temple is scathing
Through your veins
They were scaling
Through an ice pick of abcess rekoning
And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose
They obey
And whoever said that they would scatter
Separating the mother from child
She can bat a broken eyelid
Raining maggots from it’s sty
And with the traces that she leaves
She will skin you out alive
All the children go grinding their jaws
The sweet smell of their toothless canals
And the damn she will break
Make an ocean from this lake
As they siphon off all of our blood
And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose
They obey
And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose
They obey
And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose
They obey
To eat glass with you again
But I never knew how
How to talk without
Walls dropping on the eve
The nest they made couldn’t break you
Along the fallen
Scowled a fence of beaks
But the temple is scathing
Through your veins
They were scaling
Through an ice pick of abcess rekoning
And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose
They obey
And whoever said that they would scatter
Separating the mother from child
She can bat a broken eyelid
Raining maggots from it’s sty
And with the traces that she leaves
She will skin you out alive
All the children go grinding their jaws
The sweet smell of their toothless canals
And the damn she will break
Make an ocean from this lake
As they siphon off all of our blood
And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose
They obey
And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose
They obey
And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose
They obey
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
i wish i had the time.
I wish I had the time.
Doing doodles at work is unsatisfying.
I see the dream
I cannot wait for it to be real.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
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