Friday, October 18, 2013
Age is Wisdom
They say youth is wasted on the young, and I completely agree. The older I get, the happier I get. I'm happy now. I'm happy even when I'm not happy. It's JOY. Joy is different from happiness. Happiness is temporary. Joy is everlasting. I am grateful. Living grateful, and that's alright with me.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Self Destructive Zones
I feel like Walt Whitman's whore...
The 30's are indeed dirty.
The kickback seems right, but the walls are tighter.
Maybe you were my last chance to be happy, but maybe not.
Maybe I'm sleepwalking and tired.
This god-forsaken basketball tournament isn't making anything better,
My friends buy me drinks, tell me, "chin up."
My chin is up, but my ass is dragging.
I've been trying to fuck my way out of this broken heart.
It's not working.
So, I'll cut off my hair, and write more songs,
And tell myself I needn't worry.
"Just dedicate yourself to your passions,"
I tell myself, with an exclamation point on the end.
But all I can ever really think of is looking at her face in the middle of her bed.
The 30's are indeed dirty.
The kickback seems right, but the walls are tighter.
Maybe you were my last chance to be happy, but maybe not.
Maybe I'm sleepwalking and tired.
This god-forsaken basketball tournament isn't making anything better,
My friends buy me drinks, tell me, "chin up."
My chin is up, but my ass is dragging.
I've been trying to fuck my way out of this broken heart.
It's not working.
So, I'll cut off my hair, and write more songs,
And tell myself I needn't worry.
"Just dedicate yourself to your passions,"
I tell myself, with an exclamation point on the end.
But all I can ever really think of is looking at her face in the middle of her bed.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Talk of Surrender
Your armored weight could level an empire.
With brittle ends all twisted in barbed wire.
I don't care what they say, nothing is fair in love and war.
All across the horizon the flags are torn.
I've set wheels in motion that can't be taken back.
Your slender frame, all wild in exile.
The assassins search, but your trail went cold while...
The film maker made his story, and now the band has their muse.
The troops are lined up and loaded, burning through their fuses.
And it hurt me.
Yeah it hurt me.
Fools rush in, but there's really no rush.
I learned that lesson. From a fool who didn't say enough.
One who found a safe harbour in a shelter of silent grace.
With your tiny frame ... in Carolina blue.
I've set wheels in motion that have nothing to do with you.
A disarming offensive with a lack of fortitude,
And that might’ve killed me.
Yeah it might’ve killed me.
All through the ranks, there's talk of surrender.
I couldn't find it in me to finally pull the trigger,
And it killed me. Yeah it killed me.
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