She was the rock I sunk my sword in.
I never once made her sweat.
She was the rock I built my house on.
I never once made her fret.
She is the rock I will leap from
And she is the rock I'll come crashing down on.
I never once made her sweat.
I never once made her fret.
She cut my tongue and blunted my teeth.
Yet here she lies beneath my feet.
Jan 6, 2022
Jan 6, 2022 at 6:59 AM UTC
Song lyrics:
It’s just how things are.
Things keep changing,
Things keep rearranging
I hardly recognize this place.
Or your face.
It’s just how things are, O it’s just how things are
And you see I got my faith in Foxholes.
Just as your boommbs come crashin down.
We’ll see
Just how
Fast I can dig.
It’s just how things are.
Things keep changing,
Things keep rearranging
I hardly recognize this place.
Or your face.
Covered in dirt and ash,
Smothered by something brash.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 3:59 AM UTC
Count down the days, dear, Until I fall into place here.
I will be upstairs til then, looking for new ways to process the old days.
Gift wrapped and red penned, I wish I could stay here.
Call off the search on me now. You know where I'll be found. (6 feet underground) Darling just look down.
I knew I'd find you here, It seems all so clear just like your favorite song. ringing for o so long. I know you had to go but I didn't think it'd be so soon.
Count down the days, dear, until I fall into place here.
beside you now. beside you now.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
Even after the match is burned up.
The fires it lit still rage on.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
The law man, he’s a comin.
A comin, ta go on get ya gone.
You better best be, goin.
Go on, get ya gone. Go on, get ya gone.
O he aight no low man,
He’s high high above the law.
Go on, get ya gone, go on get ya gone.
O that law man! He’s a comin,
Ta go on get ya gone.
O hoh, don’t feel so low,
That lowly law man!
Just sees a wild dog.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 4:14 AM UTC
She said to me: "I've got the sun in my eyes."
I know what she meant, but what I heard was;
I got the sun in my eyes, the same sun that lights my world.
warms my soul.
Nurtures this Earth with its radiance.
The same sun I'm often afraid to look directly at.
The same sun that seems so god dam spectacular as it rises and falls.
Just as her eyelids rise and gently set.
Clasping those delicate eyelashes together,
like the first and last rays of light streaking the sky.
The same sun, that burns and burns with a passion for life.
Life it alone seems to give,
to spark into creation like the solar flares of color through her irises.
Of course I didn't say any of this, I just laughed like some loon who was some how beside himself with the idea of being momentarily blinded by the sun and its glory.
After all, it wasn't so long ago many revered the sun in the likeness of a god.
She chewed my ear off the rest of the day for finding her discomfort so amusing.
Which I only found all the more charming.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC
Where is it you've gone I can't follow?
Can't tell you how many times I've been looking for something new.
Something better than this shade of blue I see through.
But you've got me pictured all wrong.
I'm more than just the chipping paint on the brush scraping the canvas.
I guess I'm in no rush to clean up.
Where is it you've gone I can't follow?
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
If I thought that by being that role in your life I could lift you up on my shoulders high enough to reach the apple of your eye on the tree of dreams you're reaching for, I would.
But I'm too busy digging for gold, and at best I'll bury us both.
At worst I'll dig up the tree and muddy the family well.
So please, when you ask, know I couldn't love you more.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
I long for the sobering moan of a lone instrument drifting through the
empty mountain air, the kind that pulls you from your soul to some
other ethereal place where nothing exists but the breeze and those soft
to booming notes rippling and shining through like twinkling stars
each leaving its own message in a bottle that I only wish I had eyes
strong enough to read.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
No, because when you chose to drift away, I’ll still be standing at the port where our ship set sail.
I’m personally quite tired of watching others affections rise and fall like the tide until they all but recede, or do entirely in some cases.
No because I’d rather keep them contained like a glass of water I can easily maintain, something only my neglect or thirst can cause to evaporate or drain.
I Myself, I’m more like the moon, I have two sides.
But you’ll only ever see the one.
And as much as I yearn to draw you in close, my magnetic personality will only pull you so close to me before its time to move on to the next phase or cycle.
And then I have to take time to collect myself once again.
Roaming a blind yet constant orbit always stopping and reflecting on those same waves.
I’d like to just once feel their kiss, but alas once is never enough.
What then would the next dream be?
No, because I love too many to tell you that you are special, after all there are many fish in the ocean.
But when that ocean is the real catch, how can you ask me to pick just one molecule of water out of such an immense expanse of beauty you can find nowhere else.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC