tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27800939787628740482024-02-21T16:20:07.445-08:00One-A-Daymeandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.comBlogger248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-78813148289825383272018-01-15T17:55:00.001-08:002018-01-15T17:55:24.389-08:00feel like writing ... and then i don'tmaybe i should just stop trying so hard.<br />
i mean, i still need to be focused<br />
writing<br />
reading<br />
singing<br />
laughing<br />
cooking<br />
but i can loosen up and not be a prescriptionist about everything<br />
or perhaps not.meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-46693463269602584032016-02-21T15:06:00.001-08:002016-02-21T15:06:25.663-08:00not enoughi am starting to come to terms:<div>
you'll never look at me the way he did.<div>
<div>
and that's okay</div>
<div>
because you're melting ice</div>
<div>
and i'll savor you as long as i can</div>
<div>
but we'll never be more than temporary</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
sure, that time has stretched past an anniversary</div>
<div>
but the only significance is what i attach</div>
<div>
and it takes a lot of work to be the only one celebrating</div>
<div>
your words might not be empty</div>
<div>
but they feel light as feathers when you can't back them up</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
another world, another life maybe</div>
<div>
but i can't subsist on your scraps</div>
<div>
and i've made all the excuses i could to delay my return to the world</div>
<div>
so we'll go through the motions</div>
<div>
fill the emptiness with each other a little longer</div>
<div>
but before too long i'm out the door</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
</div>
meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-43306125434450113082016-02-14T19:07:00.001-08:002016-02-14T19:07:22.677-08:00Out-of-Practice Practicingi haven't decided yet what i'm gonna write here but that's the point i suppose -- to purge all the scum floating on the surface of my brain, to shake the dust off, whatever. today is valentine's day, which excites me because hearts are my favorite colors and sweets are on my list of favorite things. i like the idea of doing something important or meaningful but either nothing of import has happened on this day for me. which is not to say that none of my lovers made an effort, just that none of them made enough of an effort for me to notice. that doesn't mean i'm asking a lot, just asking for the right thing. like some people don't push any of my buttons at all, and some push some pretty nice ones but less and less over the years does he push the ones that i need. and fluff without substance is not enough to sustain me. i guess it was enough for him but there was something missing that grew more and more evident over the years. until i had to leave.<br />
<br />
blabbity blab.meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-53096396960029801432015-12-07T16:38:00.001-08:002015-12-07T16:39:18.660-08:00It's time to start writing again. Maybe not blogging about window shopping and crazy thrift finds and social commentary but something to keep my head from exploding with all these thoughts. I have too many blogs that I've started and stopped and I am trying to find an island of persistence. Something that doesn't erode away.<br />
<br />
Not sure where that it but I'm sure that path lies down a bed of words. That I won't have any gasoline left in my tank unless I find a reason to use it.<br />
<br />
I lost the meat phoenix there (haha, "metaphor" but I can't type and my phones autocorrect is nonsensical). No, I lost the metape or but I am not going to self-edit because being conscious of the act of writing while acting it out makes the magic disappear. And the magic rug revert to a dingy old thing only good to dust the dust under.<br />
<br />
So I am writing without purpose without a destination in mind. Writing until I move myself to something else. A few minutes is better than nothing and I'm starting somewhere. Here somewhere.meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-5374083347484218342015-10-12T19:35:00.003-07:002015-10-12T19:36:32.235-07:00freedom<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
You ask me to define freedom</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
like I even know what it's like to be
out of chains</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
my mind holds me captive</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
more than any threat could.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Freedom is quiet and freedom is peace</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
and freedom's a bullet in the head<br />
<br /></div>
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meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-56227342416827619622015-02-17T18:42:00.000-08:002015-02-17T18:42:14.972-08:00snip snipPervasive<br />
uncouth<br />
unsanctioned<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
There's a building down the lane,<br />
its windows blackened by<br />
years of abandonment and dust.<br />
They all drive past without so much as a glance<br />
but inside is a nothingness so complete<br />
inside is where i want to be<br />
send me to oblivion<br />
oblivion with you.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Standing on the fault line,<br />
watching the space between my feet grow.<br />
If I keep treading two paths<br />
I'll be torn apart and tread no more.<br />
I can't cling to this branch<br />
and covet the ones above<br />
but abandoning the girl I was<br />
to pursue the me at the top of the mountain<br />
makes me free in place,<br />
terrified (of the potential).<br />
maybe i should welcome the fall,<br />
give in the tempting oblivion of the abyss...<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Your mine / you're mine<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Scum on the surface<br />
cloudy but acceptable beneath.<br />
nothing's pristine --<br />
no, not anything worth substantial (having/being/wanting).<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Beneath the line<br />
lies a sine wave that isn't regular<br />
but one that peaks and falls at random.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
electricity is made between the hairs of your arm and my fingertips<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
The world outside<br />
doesn't understand the microcosm inside me<br />
but i don't either<br />
so it remains uncharted.<br />
to explain my actions or my words<br />
would stump the best translator,<br />
would trouble the wisest philosopher.<br />
as i'm neither, i know even less.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
ignite the engine and shift into gear<br />
start the ignition<br />
and shift it into gear.<br />
we're racing away<br />
because we just can't stay here.<br />
running so fast in these circles as we do<br />
i'm dizzy and lost in the tiny space i occupy.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
tap your feet!<br />
clap your hands!<br />
celebrate the shards within yourself<br />
that you haphazardly glued back together.<br />
they won't stay intact forever or more.<br />
nay, they'll likely be shattered again<br />
but celebrate still,<br />
since the patchwork that's your heart<br />
was won by struggle and loss and great pain<br />
and forged by love and hope and resilience.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
why apologize for who you are?<br />
your weaknesses soften your pride,<br />
your shortcomings give you trajectory/perspective/the drive to ascend.<br />
<br />
lost in the minutiae,<br />
lost in the star dust.<br />
will anyone find me outside the safety of my own shell?<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
My mind is racing,<br />
feet are pacing,<br />
and I'm bracing<br />
myself for a storm<br />
<br />
<br />meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-73485759176794484882015-02-17T18:27:00.001-08:002015-02-17T18:27:34.939-08:00Look What You Started pt2?you turn my insides out<br />
but only in a good way<br />
you destroy the power of my weaknesses<br />
and all I can do is thank you.<br />
<br />
and i feel more alive<br />
than i ever did before...meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-66142843938596973402015-02-17T18:25:00.002-08:002015-02-17T18:25:49.634-08:00ProgressThe tears don't come as often now<br />
but there's a well of salty water<br />
and its bucket never comes up empty.<br />
I'm still broken inside somehow<br />
but I'm learning to live again<br />
<br />
Don't feed my lies anymore;<br />
the truth cuts deep but it's better<br />
to accept the beauty of your life<br />
than to linger in the shadow of a dream.<br />
Death comes for all men, even you.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
He who casts the biggest shadow causes the biggest catastrophe / shatters the most glass ? / idk? when he falls.meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-59475256453816110072015-02-17T04:46:00.002-08:002015-02-17T04:46:18.276-08:00Bleghtake a step, recognize...<br />
the hot coals you're about to tread across.<br />
the fire inside you burns bright<br />
but it's running out of fuel<br />
and the world outside your skin<br />
just keeps burning with an eternal flame<br />
<br />
take a step, realize...<br />
sacrifice only pays off when rewards trump penance<br />
temporal utopia,<br />
you're no place to build a fortress.<br />
great minds don't meet on burning bridges<br />
so keep yours great and burn alone.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
time erodes what tears don't wash away<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
time uproots saplings<br />
before they've the courage<br />
to invest in themselves.<br />
grow on, sapling, grow up to the sky<br />
grow on, sapling, grow deep in the earth.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Look at me...<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Real life intrudes on so many things.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Pineapple mysteries<br />
mango monstrositites<br />
each and every one of them<br />
fictional<br />
<br />
Synonymous synchrony<br />
telephonic telepathy<br />
undressing underpants<br />
welted weimeraners whimper wildly<br />
xeroxing x-rays exists to exonerate ex-convicts<br />
yonder: your younger years<br />
zany zoologists zig and zag.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Differentials divide us<br />
even evangelists<br />
find frank friends<br />
grin, gladly giving<br />
hospitality and healthmeandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-12150069644823964812015-02-16T15:39:00.001-08:002015-02-16T15:39:31.150-08:00Snippety"You're perfectly fantastic,"<br />
she said with a smile<br />
(the type of hyperbole<br />
that's going out of style).<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
What I'm giving up<br />
is worth what I'm<br />
getting in exchange/return <br />
so I'll accept the sacrifice. <br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
There's life in these things.<br />
There are years in the spines of these books<br />
There's wisdom ground into the dust on the shelf. <br />
But while their lives may have held our memories<br />
These things don't hold our lives in their hands<br />
We're still here and it will be better soon.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
It's not that I don't appreciate the attention;<br />
I just cannot handle the way I react.<br />
My body betrays me with each passing moment;<br />
I'll be at your feet before much more time's passed.<br />
<br />
<br />
But this tale's a tragedy<br />
(didn't you hear?):<br />
When it's all over...<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Clouds crawl across the sky<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
There's depth in simplicity,<br />
wisdom in silent confidence<br />
(or so I've been told;<br />
I've not been there yet). meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-53797264432979794852015-02-16T15:32:00.000-08:002015-02-16T15:32:01.244-08:00Ashes AnywayFire!<br />
Do I feed it or stamp it out?<br />
Fire!<br />
You struck that damn match<br />
when you walked out!<br />
<br />
The choice remains:<br />
Do I step out from the flames?<br />
Or do I pull you in here with me<br />
to dance on in the blaze?<br />
<br />
By the time,<br />
by the time the story's told<br />
we'll be ashes anyway!<br />
Forgiveness may set you free<br />
but revenge is so sweet.<br />
<br />
Fire,<br />
burning up my heart and mind!<br />
Fire<br />
steals your heart<br />
and then it robs you blind!<br />
<br />
Fiery tongues<br />
lick my wounds and stir my pain,<br />
But blood and tears<br />
can't hold a candle to this rage!<br />
<br />
By the time,<br />
by the time the story's told<br />
we'll be ashes anyway!<br />
Forgiveness may set you free<br />
but revenge is so sweet.<br />
<br />
By the time,<br />
by the time the story's told<br />
we'll be ashes anyway!<br />
Forgiveness may set you free<br />
but revenge is so sweet.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Even better with music: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/wearebutcherthebaker">Butcher the Baker</a>.meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-25418926196728848792015-02-16T15:22:00.002-08:002015-02-16T15:22:49.820-08:00Barely ideasPoetic regret<br />
<br />
*<br />
<br />
Song title: "If Only"<br />
<br />
*<br />
<br />
Super hype<br />
ballastic action<br />
You cannot add but love subtraction<br />
don't let a postscript go on Impactin'<br />
I can't replace that thing you're lacking<br />
so just go on and do you. (??)<br />
<br />
*<br />
<br />
El Mustachio, the dwarven warrior, had the biggest awesomest mustache until his battles led him into the lava pits of Farjeen. Farjeen was the center of operations for Dr. Evil-Pants (who swears he existed long before Mike Myers stopped killed people and marrying axe murderers and started the <i>Austin Powers </i>movies). Since he'd had this honorific for nearly fifteen years, El Mustachio kept it even after his singed skin had begun to blister and fall from his face.<br />
<br />
<br />meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-88508322829541050982015-02-16T14:38:00.000-08:002015-02-17T17:26:14.386-08:00DenialIt's not that I love you,<br />
It's not that I care;<br />
It's just that I miss<br />
every single thing<br />
when you're not standing there.<br />
<br />
It's not that I need you<br />
(I'm not as empty as I feel).<br />
The clouds in my eyes<br />
are only clear<br />
if you've waded in them before.<br />
<br />
I'm not gonna love you forever,<br />
I'm not gonna wish on a star<br />
that you'll be mine again.<br />
No, that would be childish<br />
and you stole all my innocence<br />
when you left.<br />
So I'll just deny that<br />
there's any heartache<br />
for me to forget.<br />
<br />
Some days I am haunted<br />
by a memory or two.<br />
I barely feel my<br />
broken heart if the<br />
distraction's good. <br />
<br />
So, "carpe diem" but<br />
I don't seize much these days <br />
why is karma<br />
so cavalier about<br />
the wounds that it makes?<br />
<br />
<br />
I'm not gonna love you forever,<br />
I'm not gonna wish on a star<br />
that you'll be mine again.<br />
No, that would be childish<br />
and you stole all my innocence<br />
when you left.<br />
So I'll just deny that<br />
there's any heartache<br />
for me to forget.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Coming soon from <a href="https://www.facebook.com/wearebutcherthebaker">Butcher the Baker</a>.meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-41406524791963831552015-02-16T12:52:00.001-08:002015-02-16T12:52:38.076-08:00Passive-agressiveThank you for calling, but fuck you.<br />
<br />
If this were an emergency like [<i>insert humorous emergency presented callously</i>], there would be someone on the phone. Instead, continue to listen to this crappy music and wait for another arbitrary length of time.<br />
<br />
If this is an emergency, call 9-1-1 or just let nature take its course and weed out the unfittest.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Is it terrible that this post amuses me so much?meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-2089912688787963322015-02-16T12:44:00.000-08:002015-02-17T15:49:31.088-08:00Minor Catastrophe (Minor Awful)I see you<br />
I hear you<br />
I smell you<br />
I taste you<br />
I feel you with<br />
every step,<br />
every blink,<br />
every breath,<br />
everything.<br />
<br />
But you're not here...<br />
And I ache with<br />
every sight<br />
every sound<br />
every touch.<br />
All I taste is salty tears<br />
All I smell's the end...<br />
<br />
But don't worry:<br />
My world ended over here<br />
while you weren't looking<br />
I just have to keep moving,<br />
moving on.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-87248416006600487362015-02-16T12:40:00.003-08:002015-02-16T12:40:53.806-08:00Running on EmptyDaily grind:<br />
Not all that hard<br />
but damn boring.<br />
When did life<br />
lose all its colors?<br />
What am I searching for<br />
and when will I find it?<br />
<br />
It's not that I need something<br />
new around every corner<br />
(I'm too old for that),<br />
but I need a little something more<br />
to care about<br />
or I just won't care at all.<br />
<br />
Life is more,<br />
oh, so much more than I'm living!<br />
Pursuing dreams<br />
means so much more than I'm giving<br />
and I don't know how to live life to the fullest<br />
when I'm running on empty!<br />
<br />
Close your eyes:<br />
What's left when you are all alone?<br />
I close mine:<br />
So rich the colors!<br />
It's the choice that's so hard;<br />
when will I make it?<br />
<br />
I've got more talents<br />
than I've any right to have<br />
and blessings overflow my cup,<br />
but I need a someone to steer me true<br />
or I just won't steer at all.<br />
<br />
Life is more,<br />
oh, so much more than I'm living!<br />
Pursuing dreams<br />
means so much more than I'm giving<br />
and I don't know how to live life to the fullest<br />
when I'm running on empty!<br />
<br />
Life is more,<br />
oh, so much more than I'm living!<br />
Pursuing dreams<br />
means so much more than I'm giving<br />
and I don't know how to live life to the fullest<br />
when I'm running on empty!<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
As much as Shaun fought against the song title, it still became a pretty respectable jam. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/wearebutcherthebaker">Find out more about Butcher the Baker here</a>.meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-2536744327293040582015-02-16T12:34:00.001-08:002015-02-16T12:34:12.869-08:00snippetingbeautiful apathy<br />
trendy agony<br />
what we value<br />
in the midst of armageddon<br />
is only a breath away<br />
because we are killing ourselves<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
"Baa" goes the sheep.<br />
The cattle are lowing but it's too low to hear<br />
so we follow the herd<br />
and we never stomp out our dissatisfaction<br />
because we never stop to hear our hearts<br />
and they all have the same beat now anyway<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
in this black and white world<br />
all my cookie cutters fall to the floor<br />
and i don't fit inside their lines<br />
and yet i criticize myself for failure<br />
all because i cannot measure up to such tall ideals<br />
<br />
but who am i supposed to be<br />
if i don't have someone to look up to?<br />
who am i supposed to be<br />
if i don't have someone to copy?<br />
why is it so terrifying to set off alone?<br />
why can't i look back?<br />
<br />
---> Orpheus?meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-48625395499342185632015-02-15T08:24:00.003-08:002015-02-15T08:24:27.024-08:00Insanity Leads to Wisdom Sometimesboomity boomy boom<br />
crashity crash<br />
don't walk away too fast<br />
escape not the past<br />
hakuna matata<br />
is a phrase, not a sentence.<br />
to forget who you were<br />
leads to repeating your past<br />
and by failing to learn<br />
from the steps that you take<br />
you increase exponentially<br />
the mistake that you'll make.meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-2764043902471172522015-02-15T08:22:00.003-08:002015-02-15T08:22:40.038-08:00Maybe Connectedyou seem to think<br />
i have something to say<br />
but that's not how it works sometimes.<br />
just let me speak nonsense<br />
and i'll whisper those nothings<br />
until you're a million miles away too<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
hold me close in your brutal arms --<br />
they hold so much power and yet such restraint!<br />
their range of intensity and purpose impresses me<br />
at the same time that it scares me to death.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
i can't get away<br />
but don't think that i want to<br />
i'm scared by how much that i need you<br />
i'm afraid i can't handle<br />
the thought that you might one day<br />
want to walk out of my lifemeandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-24100604732950805692015-02-15T08:20:00.002-08:002015-02-15T08:20:36.639-08:00Blurbity BlurbWhat's out there?<br />
Who might I be<br />
if I weren't me?<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Take a leap...<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
What's out there:<br />
A better version of myself?<br />
Or could it the curse of temptation / a curse to tempt / a tempting curse<br />
(pulling me from my intended/destined path)?<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
What is going on<br />
in this big dark world?<br />
Who here is in charge<br />
in/of this cold, deep hole?<br />
(What the fuck is happening?)<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-35723236699574120822015-02-15T08:16:00.001-08:002015-02-15T08:16:16.246-08:00Chasing HypotheticalsI'm winded --<br />
chasing hypotheticals.<br />
I'm winded --<br />
they run so far so fast.<br />
<br />
I'm wounded --<br />
by our missed opportunities.<br />
I'm wounded --<br />
by dreams that might have been.<br />
<br />
What will you be to me tomorrow?<br />
(Today you mean nothing at all.)<br />
But there is something inside me<br />
that makes me question myself.<br />
Who could I be with you tomorrow?<br />
(Today I mean nothing at all.)<br />
<br />
I wonder --<br />
if grass is green where you are.<br />
I wonder --<br />
will my thumbs tend or bruise?<br />
<br />
I torture --<br />
myself creating fantasies.<br />
I torture --<br />
the world oscillating.<br />
<br />
What will you be to me tomorrow?<br />
(Today you mean nothing at all.)<br />
But there is something inside me<br />
that makes me question myself.<br />
Who could I be with you tomorrow?<br />
(Today I mean nothing at all.)<br />
<br />
[bridge]<br />
<br />
Today I mean nothing at all.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
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so afraid to engage,<br />
in fear that you'll go<br />
getting carried away.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
I'd rather have your hatred<br />
than your apathy / apathetic ambivalence.<br />
Your indifference is more painful<br />
than your ire.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Give me anger,<br />
just don't give me fake smiles / plaster a smile on your face (to appease me)<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Your indifferent posture<br />
hurts much more than your ire<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Just going through the motions,<br />
I'm an empty husk when you look at me.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
I can't have it all,<br />
but I want you to have a chance to<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Not knowing if you're okay<br />
makes it hard for me to be.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
The indifference differential / different / indifferent ... [word play]<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Crucial crushing credibility [word play]<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Wonderful wind tremble fright things pretty in daylight go bump / sound scary / take harrowing looks into your soul at night<br />
<br />meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-19609501711066453002015-02-15T08:03:00.002-08:002015-02-15T08:03:38.402-08:00Tell Me SomethingTell me something --<br />
something I shouldn't know.<br />
Don't waste my time now --<br />
I can't take that from you.<br />
<br />
To act so proper<br />
feels a bit like a sin.<br />
How can you small-talk me<br />
when you know where we've been?<br />
<br />
I've tried and tried<br />
to walk away<br />
and maybe will someday.<br />
<br />
So, what happened<br />
to the intimacy?<br />
We used to make love;<br />
now you won't look at me!<br />
<br />
Tell me what I did<br />
so I can make it right.<br />
If you deny me,<br />
then I'm leaving tonight!<br />
<br />
I've tried and tried<br />
to walk away<br />
and maybe will someday.<br />
<br />
[bridge]<br />
<br />
To act to proper<br />
feels a bit like a sin.<br />
How can you small talk me<br />
when you know where we've been?<br />
<br />
I've tried and tried<br />
to walk away<br />
and maybe will someday.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Another great tune from <a href="https://www.facebook.com/wearebutcherthebaker">Butcher the Baker</a> (LIKE us on Facebook).meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-32637840939662769332015-02-15T08:00:00.000-08:002015-02-15T08:00:00.752-08:00Random BlurbsWonderous ponderosa<br />
ponderous poindexters propagate prior to population<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Stretch the truth,<br />
hide the lies.<br />
Censor your words<br />
but shout with your eyes.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Whether explicit or just a suggestion,<br />
the truth of expression is in its reflection.<br />
For every action we happen to act,<br />
there is a reaction that comes echoing back.meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780093978762874048.post-10926863472956949402015-02-15T07:57:00.003-08:002015-02-15T07:57:42.551-08:00So Much SoulYou get up; I lie down.<br />
You throw all of your fortune around,<br />
but my fortune's not money.<br />
No, my pockets are empty.<br />
But my spirit is moving<br />
and I got so much soul.<br />
<br />
I lie down; you get up.<br />
Put a little more drink in this cup<br />
'cause I just can't be sober<br />
until this night is over.<br />
But my spirit is moving<br />
and I got so much soul.<br />
<br />
[long instrumental break]<br />
<br />
I get up; kick you out.<br />
There will be no more fooling around<br />
'cause I wasted too much time.<br />
Gon' get on with my own life<br />
'cause my spirit is moving<br />
and I got so much soul.<br />
<br />
**<br />
<br />
Another awesome tune from <a href="https://www.facebook.com/wearebutcherthebaker">Butcher the Baker</a>. If you haven't liked us yet on Facebook, do yourself a favor and get on that. :)meandalsoihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954956291407438234noreply@blogger.com0