6/19/08

Riding the train is so good for getting focused in the morning. I just stare at the city around me, the barbed wire climbing out of the darkness, the fences, the buildings covered in layers of paint to cover up things that they consider ugly. I think its beautiful, but that’s just me, I guess. Someone had something important enough to say that they put it on the side of a building, five feet tall, for everyone to see. The city decides that it is inappropriate. Cover up the art. Disguise the character. Lie to yourselves that this will stop all of the crime. There are no homeless if we cover up these lesions with mismatched paint. Pick up your trash. Litter hurts the environment. That’s what they say while trimming trees and covering the earth in concrete. What will we do when there's no oxygen? You can buy water in a spray can for your face. You can buy compressed air (with a bitterant now because so many kids were just having fun). The downfall of society is reflected in every violent video game, every cuss word on television, every bare breast in a movie. Lift the weight from the shoulders of every parent too busy to take the time out to raise their kids. Bus to school to bus to work to bus to home to the microwave and Saved by the Bell reruns that you set the Tivo to record. Repeat until you think that this is how life is supposed to be. When you were a kid did you dream of growing up to be protected from everything? To be told what’s best for you? To not think or feel for yourself? This is right, this is wrong. Black and white, literally. The world is crumbling and we're caught up with the fact that gay people can or cannot be married. The tomatoes are killing people, or is it the spinach? Gluttony and sloth breed fame and fortune. Do nothing and expect everything. Close your eyes. Go to sleep, and let me do all the thinking for you. I'll change the world. I promise. I'll shape the world from the second train of a light rail car moving at unknown speeds through a city while I fight sleep and make a list of everything I have to do in a day.

Incoherency in the key of E

I spend my days so angry lately.
I guess maybe frustration’s a better word, I just get so grumpy when I’m sleepy.
My eyes are burning as the world moves too fast beneath me.
You and I lay, barely breathing, in the shallow water of the evening,
“I want you to love me”
So I pull you closer to me and I kiss your lips so deeply,
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetie.”
It’s my honesty that always seems to get the best of me.
I’m an open book with transparent pages, everyone seeing through me, it’s so spooky.
I can’t make a move in this town with out feeling a little loopy.
The medication running through me is making the world a little blurry.
Sunlight keeps me blinded as it slowly heats the concrete and I sing:
“Never gain, never again, never again…”,
And I hum a little melody to accompany the broken chorus of my dry-throat.
With my voice cracking I sing:
“…never again.”
A year full of first Christmases and birthdays and Halloween parties I wasn’t dressed for.
I kicked the bucket like a summer storm.
I kicked the bucket like was what I lived for.
I can hear the rain pitter-pat outside and I hope for soaked bones under wet clothes.
Really I just want to be lying next to you, falling asleep in the humidity of the afternoon.
I’m leaving fingerprints on every inch of skin that I can get my hands on and filling my lungs with every scent that will make you linger long after I’ve gone.
I love you like a summer storm.
I love you like it is what I live for.
Waking up the world to the prettiest girl I know.
Her lips like a gulp of water to my own parched, unworthy mouth.
A smile like every sunrise or sunset that I missed when I was too busy trying to catch up on sleep.
She is beauty and I will do my best to love her as such.
She is beauty and I will do my best to love her as such.

Oh, I'm definitely a hypocrite, but at least I admit it.

This is a plagued generation of point and click patriots saving the world with words from the comfort of their homes.

Sign a petition with ones and zeros.

Clothe the homeless with HTML.

Java script food drives.

Whatever you do, don’t go outside.

Join a Facebook group to show you care.

“Save Darfur.”

“No blood for oil.”

“Bring our troops home.”

Don’t let animals die for art, but allow humans to die down the street.

Ignore the issues.

Go to sleep.

It has come to my attention...

Apparently people I don't even know read this. Weird. Introduce yourselves.

Never take your eyes off your opponent, even when you bow.

Between kissed lips and fists clenched we sit.
Drenched in the sweat brought upon us by the weight of the world around us.
The weight of things we know not of but we still hoist heartily like the protest signs of the seventies children.
Back when people stood for something more than themselves.
Back when repeated words spread like a wildfire game of telephone between kindergarten-aged children.
The message is still there, just muddled by the shining lights of the cities.
We can not stand for this.
We can not stand by, ignorant, A small voice echoing between the blankets and dirty sheets of modern politics.

5/6/08

Whisper things to me of how I should be.
Tall tales spun from the shining red lips of priests.
Kiss them to mine.
Take my sin into you, deeply.
You will save me.

You still have my lighter.

I wrote my name on the walls of your apartment
In every dashed hope I could find scattered on your floor.
You just laughed
When I said I liked you.
I laughed when you asked how I knew
Because you’re the one who says I’m always right.