I don't care who you are or what you have... but if you have a penis, you suck.
So, suck this:
#1 you quoted Dylan, so now eff ur rules
#2 i hate ferris wheels, u r a ferris wheel
#3 29? how about make up ur mind
#4 'see, for me', ur gay and live in hollywood
Gonna wipe this slate clean.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Time to...
Goya
One of my favorites in a series of etchings called "Disasters of War." It's amazing how much we've grown in the last 200 years, really.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Ugly
Now all the pretty has gone...
There is only pleasure in paint,
Only solace in self disdain.
No more pennies to wish on,
And all prayers displaced by rainbows.
Lord, paint me up all pretty like.
I wanna dance like them.
Bane and broken, one last silver token.
I'm gonna hammer out the pain with these worn boots.
Far from audible range,
I'll sing away the anguish and the fear.
At least you and your haughty smile have long disappeared.
How much for a lover?
Sit on your thrones with frivolous suits.
Marvel at yearn for an honest face hirsute.
Wait for morning, wait for winter.
Skinny like bones, cover it with snow.
When everything was once ugly.
Soon it will be pretty again...
There is only pleasure in paint,
Only solace in self disdain.
No more pennies to wish on,
And all prayers displaced by rainbows.
Lord, paint me up all pretty like.
I wanna dance like them.
Bane and broken, one last silver token.
I'm gonna hammer out the pain with these worn boots.
Far from audible range,
I'll sing away the anguish and the fear.
At least you and your haughty smile have long disappeared.
How much for a lover?
Sit on your thrones with frivolous suits.
Marvel at yearn for an honest face hirsute.
Wait for morning, wait for winter.
Skinny like bones, cover it with snow.
When everything was once ugly.
Soon it will be pretty again...
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Better Left...
SITUATIONS
Pick a number between 1 and 10 it begins with a simple counting down of days...
I guess it's been about a year since you went there and i came here and i often wish we could've stayed.
It's hard to talk about sometimes so i put these rhymes together sometimes it makes me feel better sometimes it just makes me feel much worse...
But i'm giving it my best i've invested so much more than i expected when i started as i left i sang this verse.
He said baby you feel like home and i don't wanna be alone and i hate that i have to go but i'm going anyway...
Cause there's just some things you have to do some situations to go thru and i still love you but i'm going anyway.
Sometimes i think we were made to get frayed and worn out rough around the edges with our hearts teetering on ledges not too strong...
And sometimes i think we were sent with intent to meet and break each other's hearts get pulled apart and fill the world up with our songs.
MT
Pick a number between 1 and 10 it begins with a simple counting down of days...
I guess it's been about a year since you went there and i came here and i often wish we could've stayed.
It's hard to talk about sometimes so i put these rhymes together sometimes it makes me feel better sometimes it just makes me feel much worse...
But i'm giving it my best i've invested so much more than i expected when i started as i left i sang this verse.
He said baby you feel like home and i don't wanna be alone and i hate that i have to go but i'm going anyway...
Cause there's just some things you have to do some situations to go thru and i still love you but i'm going anyway.
Sometimes i think we were made to get frayed and worn out rough around the edges with our hearts teetering on ledges not too strong...
And sometimes i think we were sent with intent to meet and break each other's hearts get pulled apart and fill the world up with our songs.
MT
Sunday, April 20, 2008
No Hit Wonder
Lie, cheat, obsolete.
Sell your house, your car, your soul.
They were never yours, never yours.
Baby, she's your paper doll.
Bendable, foldable, poseable.
Ring around the weeds, she's too fat to feel.
Minimal decree, you just creep as you please.
Never regret your secrets kept.
Hardly appraised near a done deal.
Shake it off sunshine, you're a common cold.
I'll cure you with coffee and vitamin c.
Drink up, drink up, you were easy elementary.
Did u know I like you better in dress shoes?
Buzz, buzz, buzz like a bar sign in Berlin.
Beat it worse than ur 5 song replay.
You, you, you the common fad, turns to neon, turns to plaid.
Is that really even your name?
So yesterday... I'll revert and label you Saturday.
Sell your house, your car, your soul.
They were never yours, never yours.
Baby, she's your paper doll.
Bendable, foldable, poseable.
Ring around the weeds, she's too fat to feel.
Minimal decree, you just creep as you please.
Never regret your secrets kept.
Hardly appraised near a done deal.
Shake it off sunshine, you're a common cold.
I'll cure you with coffee and vitamin c.
Drink up, drink up, you were easy elementary.
Did u know I like you better in dress shoes?
Buzz, buzz, buzz like a bar sign in Berlin.
Beat it worse than ur 5 song replay.
You, you, you the common fad, turns to neon, turns to plaid.
Is that really even your name?
So yesterday... I'll revert and label you Saturday.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Pogonology
My developed affinity:
In the course of history, men with facial hair have been ascribed various attributes such as wisdom, sexual virility, or high status; and, conversely, filthiness, crudeness, or an eccentric disposition. In many cultures beards are associated with nature and outdoorsmen...
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Check, Mate
I wish...
I knew your next move.
Better yet.
Ready, set...
I am the player.
You are the knight.
I put u in your place.
On squares, black, white.
I knew your next move.
Better yet.
Ready, set...
I am the player.
You are the knight.
I put u in your place.
On squares, black, white.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Check 1, Check 1, Check 1
Someone please get me out of this mere mode of repetition... no more coloring by numbers. 2, 3, I'm on a mission.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Just Around the Corner...
You're a modern man, with modern words, and a modern heart.
You sharpen pencils with your paint, now show me how to skip in place.
Tattered and bruised, I'm falling over our repetition.
1 + 1 = 2, our counterpart black and blues.
Never lead, never follow. I'll hug your mother, and double your stride.
Are you happy now that you're disappointed?
One fell swoop. Fix your feathers dear, and derive penicillin from soup.
I'll peel through your infinite layers and cool your casual trousers.
Our copper hearts and eyes like dimes, flip the world on its side to find the prize.
"Is this how we consume the day?"
Marvel at a second chance at life, better than 9 lives or 100 trophy wives.
Just intertwine your fingers in mine.
Ready, set...
You sharpen pencils with your paint, now show me how to skip in place.
Tattered and bruised, I'm falling over our repetition.
1 + 1 = 2, our counterpart black and blues.
Never lead, never follow. I'll hug your mother, and double your stride.
Are you happy now that you're disappointed?
One fell swoop. Fix your feathers dear, and derive penicillin from soup.
I'll peel through your infinite layers and cool your casual trousers.
Our copper hearts and eyes like dimes, flip the world on its side to find the prize.
"Is this how we consume the day?"
Marvel at a second chance at life, better than 9 lives or 100 trophy wives.
Just intertwine your fingers in mine.
Ready, set...
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Hearts
It's strange really, how much I feel how they feel. More contagious and common than a cold. Leave home, the remedy is unknown. The thread count of her jeans at dawn, a sleepless light, missing verses abandoned songs. Young to old, lovers to lust, bottles to empty, here to gone. Kick buckets, endorse here. No roses, just weeds. Drown your eyes, it's Monday again.
All aboard, I'm anchored by fear...
All aboard, I'm anchored by fear...
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Coffee & Red Bull
"Sometimes I wish the world wasn't round, I'm tired of running."
And then the nod, turns to a stare, melts the truth with another dare. It's fools gold. Just like your handshake, barely embraced, tastes a dull shade of grey. It glistened at first thought, unravels and freys the same way. You turn pages to the end, race the day only to start again. But now 2 steps become 12, flip the cup to be filled again. Not water, not wine. It cuts, but I'm twisting into the prettiest vine. You'll see, we'll all see.
And then the nod, turns to a stare, melts the truth with another dare. It's fools gold. Just like your handshake, barely embraced, tastes a dull shade of grey. It glistened at first thought, unravels and freys the same way. You turn pages to the end, race the day only to start again. But now 2 steps become 12, flip the cup to be filled again. Not water, not wine. It cuts, but I'm twisting into the prettiest vine. You'll see, we'll all see.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Faith Full of It
I want to put this burden to bed.
Tuck it in tight to watch it sleep,
and kill it quietly before dawn.
But I hate to care, to watch them weep.
Dear friend, foe, lover is gone.
Let it go, Let it go.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Let me go, let me go.
Oh God please, ease their worry.
The sun is beaming a new day.
With sounds of sweeping streets,
the dust resonates far beneath.
But there's faith here, in the wind.
It taunts, it chatters to redundance.
Leading, leaving, provoking my perspective.
Let it blow, Let it blow.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Let me know, let me know.
Oh God please, ease my worry.
Tuck it in tight to watch it sleep,
and kill it quietly before dawn.
But I hate to care, to watch them weep.
Dear friend, foe, lover is gone.
Let it go, Let it go.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Let me go, let me go.
Oh God please, ease their worry.
The sun is beaming a new day.
With sounds of sweeping streets,
the dust resonates far beneath.
But there's faith here, in the wind.
It taunts, it chatters to redundance.
Leading, leaving, provoking my perspective.
Let it blow, Let it blow.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Let me know, let me know.
Oh God please, ease my worry.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
So, Now What?
"Tip the world over on its side and everything loose will land in Los Angeles."
Frank Lloyd Wright
Frank Lloyd Wright
Monday, January 07, 2008
29? I lied...
Cold like bones.
Kills the weather inside.
It pierces like wet denim.
In deep pockets our hands confide.
A dollar for your dollar.
Hasty heads collide.
There's green beneath our feet.
Eff the other side...
Kills the weather inside.
It pierces like wet denim.
In deep pockets our hands confide.
A dollar for your dollar.
Hasty heads collide.
There's green beneath our feet.
Eff the other side...
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Salt is Sweet...
I fail to feel, but I see and I speak. A humble how are you, projected selflessly. So many steady strangers, more than just home. This one is yours... take it and go! Positive tension lingers between you and me. Love is action not feeling, but colliding chemistry? The sun is awake now, with the amicable stares. Never ill-mannered like your disheveled hair. The cold air bites, it misses our hearts. Blessed with this ocean, for us God imparts.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Life for Free...
It is all so clear to me now.
Never before have I felt this complacent.
People, places, things, like rainbows lead to let down.
But this is more than an embrace, more than just a moment.
Not friends, not lovers could ever amount.
For once poured out, my heart well spent!
Never before have I felt this complacent.
People, places, things, like rainbows lead to let down.
But this is more than an embrace, more than just a moment.
Not friends, not lovers could ever amount.
For once poured out, my heart well spent!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Just Another Day
I turned 26 yesterday and I bought myself an E string... now everything will be in tune, I'm trusting.
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