Archive for August, 2005

flake

I know she said it’s alright
But you can make it up next time
I know she knows it’s not right
There ain’t no use in lying
Maybe she thinks I know something
Maybe maybe she thinks its fine
Maybe she knows something I don’t
I’m so, I’m so tired, I’m so tired of trying

It seems to me that maybe,
It pretty much always means no
So don’t tell me you might just let it go
And often times we’re lazy
It seems to stand in my way
Cause no one no not no one
Likes to be let down

I know she loves the sunrise
No longer sees it with her sleeping eyes
And I know that when she said she’s gonna try
Well it might not work because of other ties and
I know she usually has some other ties
And I wouldn’t want to break ‘em, nah, I wouldn’t want to break ‘em
Maybe she’ll help me to untie this but
Until then well, I’m gonna have to lie too

It seems to me that maybe
It pretty much always means no
So don’t tell me you might just let it go
And often times we’re lazy
It seems to stand in my way
Cause no one no not no one
Likes to be let down
It seems to me that maybe
It pretty much always means no
So don’t tell me you might just let it go

The harder that you try baby, the further you’ll fall
Even with all the money in the whole wide world
Please please please don’t pass me
Please please please don’t pass me
Please please please don’t pass me by

Everything you know about me now baby you gonna have to change
You gonna have to call it by a brand new name
Please please please don’t drag me
Please please please don’t drag me
Please please please don’t drag me down

Just like a tree down by the water baby I shall not move
Even after all the silly things you do
Please please please don’t drag me
Please please please don’t drag me
Please please please don’t drag me down

thoughts from a beloved

do not be afraid, iam here by choice. we must speak. there is a universe of words enduring in me. the gravity of your skin pulls the galaxies to clash. the stars explode, stars wanting to be forgotten, because you are brighter. do not be afraid, i have a flock of silver sparrows inside my mouth to show you. see them flying, and let them remind you of badly burnt cigarettes, of disenchantment, of distant lovers, of beloveds and change. and i am here. thinking i am the half of you. do i remind you of midnight eucharists, of funerals under the rain, of cut penises, of murdered junkies, of days that quicken a leaf year of pain? i am here to tell you that i am an imagined horizon, and you are the sea that i want to drown in. i am here because you are the voice that warms and thickens my blood. tonight i am here because i am cold. do not be afraid. look at me. help me be brave. allow me to see the battle won by your eyes. i am here to say that you are dearest to me. tonight nothing moves, nothing revolves, nothing bursts into remembrance, nothing flies, nothing floats between us, except this river, this river which unites by drowning our limbless eyes afraid to embrace.

- the listless angel in the alley [frederick t. dimzon]