have you ever said a word over and over and over again, until it sounds like a jumble of sounds or read it over and over so much that the letters swim and blur until the word looks and sounds so ridiculous, foreign on your ears, like it suddenly doesn't mean anything.. its just a pile of letters and a gurgle of your voice?
that's what your name is now to me. its been so long.... that i never had to say it over and over or read it a million times.... you just faded away.
Swear to love only me. Don't look at anyone else. I only look at you. So only look at me, okay? Say you love me. Only me. You can't stray. Your heart has to belong to me, and only me. You're absolutely mine. No exception.
5 0 0 pieces or more spill over six accounts 5 0 0 holes for fingers opened over my skin so when will i learn to use my feet to seek? so when will i learn the blood i squeeze will in time run dry? the gills that i cut will swallow the knife? no time better than now no time like the present to remember to breathe remember to walk toward not away a comet on legs leaving trails of meteorites no time better than now the ropes of the past lace through the toes to the wrists how long has it taken? how lucky am i that i filled the flesh canvas with angry scars and still have the knife? 5 0 0 pieces or more spill over six accounts 5 0 0 holes for fingers opened over my skin the detective is done with the cold case blues the detective is done penning I 2 U s there are enough mountains today tomorrow and on for the detective to be insane as long as they want the detective is done with the cold case blues so case closed
So many pieces over so many accounts. I've hit so many angles, conjured so many demons, found so much harmony in the echoes of an old, rightfully retired dissonance. I'm at another point in life where I'm ready to initiate a paradigm shift and say a so long. This is the last personal narrative I plan on writing for as long as I can help it. I'm really looking forward to putting all that **** in containment and concentrating on creative projects. If you've liked what you've read so far, keep an eye out for a collaborative project with Toby (of HP) sometime in the future.
Grandpa, I can still remember the fun we had Grandpa, won't forget the way you're smiling to my face I keep you in my heart, no matter were you are going now I hear your voice I hear you laugh, when I'm looking in the clouds I know your pain was such a burden All the hope, all the turnings Turned to be the end, my old friend and my world is burning Life turns to ash, know it's always been that way I walk it gently to the grave and my family does the same Mama's on her knees with tear drops on her cheeks Grandma's screaming 'Oh Lord' I pull her take her in my arms You were more than just my grandpa You were my motivator to not care what people say 'Just live your life, fill it with peace and harmony' Your words stuck on my head, hold a flower to my chest I lay it down, force a smile and hope that you will find some rest