"quit jumping! i'm awake, awake!"
so easy it'd be to tickle your feet, your sweet
toes moving from fabric, to air, to fabric, to hands
and knees to mattress, arms from sides to undersides
and face to mine, exactly what you are.
waking to you never gets old, even though we do
with every passing day, "hey, are you gonna get dressed?"
"i can't wait!" and i rise to my feet, as you taught me to do
and i walk to my closet, retrieve my clothing and begin
to cover my skin, only because you know what's underneath
and i walk to the living room, by our front door
and catch a glimpse of you once more.
only now, you're not quite blushing...b
i am blank
so mold me like clay
on this lonely October day.
mold me like clay
moistened with a spray
clumped down upon
your cold tray.
mold me like clay
so i may not stray,
or run away
to break and slay.
mold me like clay
lifeless and grey,
more helpless prey.
i am blank
so paint me a face
that not even you can erase.
paint me a face
which you will not retrace
and go slow, not apace.
paint me a face with
an extrordinary brace
so it may rest in one
holy place.
paint me a face
with interlace
so i may not
be judged out of grace.
paint me a face to
send in outerspace
and hold nothing
like an empty vase.
i am blank
How can i lose myself?
It's so easy
to shut down.
The things i desire most
are least important.
The things i need most
are intangible.
Coming to terms with my life right now
drives the need to crack' a beer
to handle
im a handffull
hands full of nothing,
to grasp
a whole wad of cash
that never lasts
gorillaz had it right
im on melancholy hill
ive entered crazy town,
melancholyville
you are illicit
i am non existant
distant
existant
non.
so take another pill
do what you will
to keep on running
i bet you know what im going to say
up that window
sill
not hill.
im not always sad
just rarely thrilled
when i find th
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:bulletgreen: Oct. 19 2009: In my typical fashion, I disappear from this place for a while only to come back, wanting to make my profile bigger, better. My index page is a bit broken at the moment, but will soon be fixed, like my truancy. This will especially be true upon the passing of 'Exodus III: Exodus with a Vengeance' and I'm free to spread my eager eagle wings. I'll wo