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Tuesday, January 12, 2021

XIX - Absence of warmth


You cradle me, like the cold steel you strum
Like you could play me
Like you could make something beautiful flow through me

You cradle me, like the wounded in your arms
Like you could save me
Like you could raise me from the death of love

What gave you the impression that you could warm me?
You think that you can warm me
But all the warmth I take is yours
It's just transference
There's none from me at all
There's no energy here, in the stillness is left 

You cut me, like someone for whom you didn't care
Like you could bleed me
Like you could expose the depth of me

You left a wound too wide to close
But not deep enough to kill 
I'm what's left to hang in the balance
Of a need you needed to fill 

The pieces that you shattered 
You've broken too small to find 
I won't leave a trail of them for you to follow
Up this hill I have to climb 

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