"the weirdest thing"

Monday, December 25, 2006

connection to the face

EXPLOSION

everything's exploding
yep its exploding
the skies
my eyes
my belly
presents
sanity
noise
messages
party poppers
familiarity
time
brain
heart

and me, i'm imploding.
was imploding.
like always i realised that things are going to be okay
things are better than okay
just a little different.

sometimes explosions make things stronger.
so it's good.

good on it.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

the thing

i dream too much, that's the thing.

when your dreams are sky high and your feet are stuck in cement
on the ground
you feel down

coz you're dreaming of that sunshine shining white on your hair
instead of looking round
at the sunshine
that surrounds
you on the ground

well if you dream
that's okay
just don't forget
to live today
and be pleased
with any moment
you're found in
that life brings
no matter what.

look around you, it's okay!
even if you don't feel like it today
or the people forgot to say
that
you're worthwhile and you can be
whatever you want to be
(but for now)
just be you and i'll be me
we'll let the wind help us feel free
and we'll dance out of the cement and FLY


(that's me dreaming again)

Saturday, December 16, 2006

something more than just me

i think the panda band have some really really good lyrics, only i cant find any of their lyrics anywhere (except for sleepy little deathtoll town) but their lyrics sound good when i listen to them. yeah.
stop your crying or you'll lose all your eyelashes.
it makes no sense to drag your boots and drop your eyelids.

etc.

all the sugar stings you
the sign says no love here just sad and quiet, thats it. dream dream dream, too much?
will you take my hand? take it. will you touch my face? don't fake it. warmth there i can feel it in my core. apple stickers build up. yummy.
floating
in the sun
can you see
the collection
of bricks
over there?
maybe not,
well they've
been pulling
me down
for days
while i'm
in this daze
and i can't
see through
the haze
i feel
heavy.


daisy days (dazy daze)
hazy haze.

Monday, December 11, 2006

let me know

let it flow flow flow flow flow
like rushing red rivers of blood
floating over the turnstiled horizon
so john how are the posies going?
he used to think about the faces he saw every day
thinking, he'd picture them all there at some point
now they've kind of run away
watch out for the blocks of foam coming right at your head this very moment
quickly scream and scratch your eye
and feast on his robust garbage crumbs when you find them sitting in the cold corners of the crevices in his converses
where is this stream of electricity running to then?
and all these deadly warnings and all this emerald drapery
don't forget that your worm is inching forward with each
addition of sugar that spells out trouble before the peasants' beady pea-green eyes,
or so they say in the nightime that the orange juice will come and his wooden struggle will be as shattered as the next man's before the soapy water drove across the parquetry enveloping all the dust and eating two and a half legs in its wake up.
hurting sings the painful complaint so let the tiger bear give you a gentle stripy pat inside the thigh but let the rock crouch down beneath the bright sprayed house of dreams.
scarlet's fluoro dreams float like fairy-floss flavoured meringue that your delicately brown fingers whisked into the heaving midnight air.
the mint was so strong that when it slapped you in the face your rigid back fell hard onto the palm.
linger longer noble note or i'll have to scrub the coffee stains off your iron door amidst the glasses where no cups dare to venture.
you know i can feel the lemon rind under the moist rim of my eyelid and i hope my hopeless song doesn't tickle their tummies like a deep howling dragon because that won't fill me with enough for very much longer at the market littered with glazed cakes and roots. out of the corner of your eye you notice your life packed up there in the cardboard box you labelled. therefore you're glad that tubes roll and rope flakes very gingerly and you'll walk over to the caverns in his lobes and dance as his mask slides off before the table has the chance, to tell you of his name.