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Tuesday, January 12, 2021
XIX - Absence of warmth
Thursday, December 31, 2020
XVIII - “Fever”
This fever radiates
rising up through my pores
like steam off of the street
I’m lying there motionless but still alive
don’t know if i have the will to survive
and this fever, is taking over me
and this fever, is inside of me
and this fever, is rising out of me
and this fever, could be the death of me
I’m cold now.
The bumps spread like mountains across the landscape that is me
How long now, will it stay here with me?
No escaping.
Got to see it through.
Ever fearing.
Will I make it through?
You’re the fever
That’s come all over me
You’re the fever
I can’t break free
and this fever, is taking over me
and this fever, is inside of me
and this fever, is rising out of me
and this fever, could be the death of me
Like the hottest fire
Like the brightest flame
Like a heat I can’t sustain
Monday, December 28, 2020
XVII - "Wearing Thin"
Seemed like a good idea
You were looking so very good at the time
One look couldn't kill
Just one little, one time thrill
Glued to my reason
Pasted to my logic
But the adhesive is wearing so very thin
When I've got you under my skin
How hot do these fires burn?
How deep are the wells in hell?
I've got to prepare myself...
In case I find myself stumbling right onto you
Glued to my reason
Pasted to my logic
But the adhesive is wearing so very thin
When I've got you under my skin
Attach me back
Attach me back
Adhere me to something, to something
that is of the light
Before I spiral down into the black of the night
Sunday, December 27, 2020
XVI - "Choking on the Pearls"
The winds of change are hard to stand against
So what good would it do to change anything at all
Would to have liked to have known you in the Spring
But you were later than a Summer's fling
What good comes from cracking open the oysters
If we're just going to choke on the pearls
I didn’t come here to choke
What good comes from speaking our minds
When everything here is sacred
there’s nothing new to be found
there's nothing we can touch
Our paths crossed too late in the day
It's already time to depart from this trail
The moon is barely visible but the sun is giving way
I wish we'd met up a little earlier
I would have loved to have hiked this one with you
What good comes from cracking open the oysters
If we're just going to choke on the pearls
I did come here to choke
What good comes from speaking our minds
When everything here is sacred
there's nothing new to be found
there’s nothing we can touch
XV - "Anxious"
It's just my anxiety
My mind, in a glitch right now
My body, is trembling down
Box breathe and count to four
I'm ready for more
I need to listen to that sound
Can't you hear the waves of peace
Splash against my skin
Roll into my soul
The current is the only thing too strong for my fear to hold
Fretting over things I can't control
Trying to hold the horizon still
Looking up to the future, beneath the surface of my murky past
I'm looking for the shore but it don't look the same anymore
Are any of these things built to last
Feels just like a cold canary current
Tilted on the surface and I'm out too far
Leaves me wishing for a flare and tank of air
or any air to spare at all
So I do the only thing I don't know how to do
Lay back, relax, go with flow