assorted poems from...
MISCONCEPTIONS GET STUCK
lazy
daysin dripping rain
crazy days
and drunken pain
everything falls away
i see broken pieces in the rain
time passes
so things fall apart
forever more it's stop and start
paralyzed by fear
of things that aren't there
i coach myself to be calm
no suspect
but the peace i need
to speak to you
seems beyond my reach
and all the faith and trust
i place in others
are the things i need to give myself
my deepest thoughts
burn in the night
my souls washed clean
by morning light
i'm jaded and green
ungrateful as sin
when i play the part
i play it well
so good at pretending
to be myself
the streets are wet, the gutters full
when water falls from the sky
life bends to the wind
these lasting bonds are rare in life
so dig in deep
and hold on tight
cuz i used to make the rounds
lovers and friends
all through town
now i sit like a hermit
perfecting my skills
while they're all looking
for the girl next door
confused by their illusions
of the virgin and whore
like wild nights and wine
potheads and munchies
misconceptions get stuck
like stoners get lazy
(c) copyright 2002
LOVE IS LIKE HEROIN
icy
cool pain
tingles through my viens
eyes neck to finger-tips
i fall apart again
every little thing you do
piece of pain in me from you
and love is a hangup
love is like heroin
when pride is for fools
and i am not one
i fall in love each time
cuz life isn't always give and get
it's often just live and let
and love is like heroin
seems so real and honest
but it's often just lust
the rush
of a false thrill
illusions seemingly fullfilled
(c) copyright 2002
ANOTHER ONE
the
things you don't have
you learn to live without
runnin' out wild
with the devil at my side
cuz the angel married pride
i am falling prey again
all the circles in my life
cycles of solid strife
and i am only one
we walk these streets alone
no matter where we go
indifference by side
now before i get to know you
i have to get to know me
and we're runnin' out of time
with the tv in 3D
i find life surreal to see
and i don't think of it anymore
oil in the street
nothing left to eat
and i'd pay to hear a song
this acoustic reality
light the candles, turn the key
turn off the lights and the t.v.
there's so much more to see
then happy meals and two for one deals
tommy hilfiger and pollo sport
when they wave the flag
and join the march
screaming we won't join the draft
we'll just drop the bomb
so politicizes me
but i just repeat
the things i see
there are no new ideas from me
humility is the golden key
and i'll always fall behind
the love of my life
passed by in light
of all consequence
when your livin' it for fun
followin' no one
you'll find your souls
the true reward
so dye me red and call me suzy
break the glass, the golden cup
just tip it back
and hear it smash
i am just another one
(c)copyright 2002
THE RIVER RAN
i
was born with this river
running through my viens
and i pay the price for my experience
this chaos in my brain
this rain, rain, rain
tingles through my viens
drips down to wash away
and it's so warm in my room
19 candles glowing
cuz i never turn on the heat
each flame is a year i've spent in this city
i've spent in this body
just cuz your sober
it don't mean your square
and just cuz i'm drunk
it don't mean i don't care
like sweetwater falling from the sky
we all make mistakes in this life
cuz i pawned my soul
for an 8ball and a little affection
they skimped me on the speed
and sent over the local rapist
so i left my regret
in the bottom of a whiskey bottle
it's not that i'm unaware
i just walk these lines
like i don't care
i just want the freedom to mistakes
i'm allowed to make in life
and it's all insane sobriety
consistancy of what you see
oh melodramatic love
self serving activism
self masterbation of excercise
fatal honesty of addition
soulessness of ambition
these are the ways
we waste our lives
and i'm so tired of civilized conversation
but were i given substance
i'd just call it pretentious
walking the fine lines
of our lives
upgrading in hope of a better connection
i'm just the all american girl
i was raped and illused
defiled and abused
i'm just the all american girl
female bastard child
now i find myself lost
amist the rubble of forgotten dreams
then loose myself in the idea
that i might not be understood
but i do it for myself
i do it to free the hurricanes
in my minds eye
to free myself of the addict chains
of organized religion and society
irony takes me on my wings
and i hold on relentlessly
cuz i am nothing
i dance with my inconsequence
i have everything
but it will never fill me up
i seek humility to understand this life
and while people are sleeping
i stay awake dreaming
cuz my heart is numb
but my minds alive
i put, put, putter about
with these streetlight blues
day and night now
i'm numb of life
but my mind is restless
my pen stands ten feet off the page
i'm empty of words to convey
i'm the bird in the subway tunnel
the monkey in the zoo
i sell cheap thrills on the corner
at half price for you
i'm the skeleton in your closet
larger than life
you take me apart, everynight
tape the feathers to my arms
jump off the roof and fly
i'd like to comment on the things i see
but life's just moving to fast
the river ran by me
(c) copyright 2002