| enunciation lead to miscommunication
Posted: 12/9/2006 11:14:58 PM | its all true
you bleed the effects
it loads onto your system
and slowly eats at your distress
saying its all lyrical tunes and implicit moods
but its just a link to another room
followed by mules carrying all your blues
but what about you
is summer an existence
or somehow a winter without end
a steady seething too old to impress
like a spiritual rune or an infected wound
a stage that can't end too soon
swallowing rules made up by tools and fools
a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down
medicine go down ,price of medicine go down
here we go the puzzles falling apart again
if I even heard it right we proceed on a day to day in a need to know
they go on to say its not where we're going ,the experience is in the road
its a dirt track without guardrails you pave as you pass for those who follow
it would seem to me of scant beliefs as liquid as anything else we care to swallow
the long and the short of this twisted refrain is find some love within and not without
then release that love in a space where it can clearly be heard to scream and shout
its just a theory I'm working on
its not in tune with a deadmans wish list
or close to anything I ever hope to finish
just the too many words I pave my road with | |
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| miscommunication gives way to disease
Posted: 12/12/2006 10:28:41 AM | i know all the words
to the songs you can't live without
i can recite the lyrics
i know what they're all about
i can write up a fantasy
complete with happy endings
but the "once upon a time's" fall short
when reality begins it's bending
distorting all i've ever known
into nightmares and screams
i'm pinching myself in hopes that
this all has been a dream
i'm getting closer to the edge
the fear of flying stops me cold
coming nearer to the end
hoping to make it before i'm old
i'm still wishing on a rainbow
and chasing silver skies
awaiting the final moment
when i can look into your eyes | |
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| miscommunication gives way to disease
Posted: 12/12/2006 10:42:37 AM | If I could gaze into your eyes so blue
I know my soul would meld with you
my heart t'would surely skip a beat
temperatures rise in emotional heat
my feet would freeze where they stood
and all the world would feel so good.
If every you leaned in to kiss my lips
touching my cheek with finger tips
the pulse of electricity up my spine
may be sufficient to blow my mind
with baited breath I'll feel much higher
like a space station not a frequent flyer
A chance to hold you in my arms
could set off all my fire alarms
make a swat team drop their cards
turn a shy little boy into a bard
with primal screams we could have fun
scaring the crap out of everyone | |
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| and words are the reason
Posted: 12/15/2006 9:19:00 AM | we met in Montreal
waiting for the train
we talked and we laughed
about all things mundane
we never really noticed
time slipping away
as we relaxed in each other
with everything to say
and i wouldn't change anything
about that day with you
except for it's just a dream
of being with Baby Blue
when i open my eyes
and peek at reality
it all comes rushing back
and seeping into me
sure, there's tears to be cried
and heartaches to be remembered
but, it's times like these
so broken down
getting lost inside December
that i wish the dream
were the only reality i knew
so i could sit and talk
and laugh the day away with you | |
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| and reasons are my words
Posted: 12/20/2006 1:28:13 PM | Yeah its December here too
stuck in this familiar holiday stew
brothers and sisters asking why don't I phone
wishing and waxing about you and hopes to go home
we shine the light away
from ourselves
when we write
,play the advocate ,impartial eye
sometimes we lie
only giving up
few precious lines
although we try
the ink won't pry
the real down inside
baby thats the way its always been
baby thats the way I've always been
maybe thats your way in
we trace each others regrets
in silhouette
smoke cigarettes
never taking the time
to understand
the other hand
watching seasons go by
to our goodbye
transparent lies
we try to hide
the real down inside
baby thats the way its always been
baby that the way we've always been
maybe thats the way in
another week and I'll be home
with a New Year and a brand new bag of thoughts
have a good one peoples and pets
and hope like hell this is as bad as it gets hehehehehe | |
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| for seasons never heard
Posted: 12/21/2006 7:04:45 AM | somehow I've managed to escape once again
as well as hijack this dinosaur of a PC.
MAN I almost forgot how slow dial-up is
but I'm on and thats the main thing...I guess
say la la la la la la la la ....yeah
it can't be hi-speed every-night
I have 2 brothers and 5 sisters
about half of them are here
the rest are being held in reserve
in case I get rowdy or Santa shows up
my Dad and a few of his friends are tellin me war stories
about times that they chronilogically could not have witnessed
but it passes the time and I love to ask them
what where you fighting for ?
it's so obvious it questions the air
just the two of us ,you're not there
I'm so jealous I don't care
I'm so consumed by the cause
I've no time for cures
just questions ,questions
thats all there is
"how did it happen
did it get so far as to
leave errors on the hard drive
was it an impression or a scar
I wonder about it all
what are we fighting for
what are we fighting for | |
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| as we're pleasing the herd
Posted: 12/22/2006 11:56:00 AM | we're so frivolous ,we're scared
completely obsessed ,we don't share
simply oblivious to all that's fair
I'm so confused I'm in awe
yours and mine become obscured
I question the questions
why we're so open
to opinions and views
too educated to deny
the left over impressions and scars inside
It wanders above us all
what are we fighting for
what are we fighting for | |
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| Freezing rain for Christmas
Posted: 12/22/2006 4:59:25 PM | Looking out at my forest with very little wind
its a good thing too since freezing rain’s to begin
covering the leafless branches in a veneer of ice
if the sun ever returns it will look oh so nice
One of my favorite times of all the years
is watching the sparkles from crystals so clear
I know that work troubles will come
but at this moment I only feel fun
its a time to relax and forget all the stress
nature tells us to slow down covering our mess
with hints of the glaciers and no pass time
she spreads subtle beauty just to remind
weary worn travelers feeling like jerks
racing through death winds to get to work
when boss doesn’t even know your name
like to him any number kinda looks the same
late’s worse than absent in a corporate mind
so just stay at home an relish these times.
Nowhere at all is worth crippling or death
pick up a phone and with a deep breath
with them merry Christmas and Happy New Year
let them know you’re waiting for the roads to clear. | |
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| my words are my weapon
Posted: 12/26/2006 8:04:14 PM | feel me,
staring back at you
know that i
can see you, too
when i look at that
mirror on the wall
forgetting to remember
what that fight was at all
we're all fighting for something
or something
it's the figuring out why that's the basteerd.... | |
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| reasoning with the seasons, just to be heard
Posted: 12/26/2006 8:04:58 PM | and it gets so fukking lonely
when i'm surrounded by those
that don't have the capability
of understanding lonely me
yeah, i'm an anomaly in my own world
but, it's ok, i'm ok
because i know somewhere out there
is the part of me
i forgot i had
i remembered
i just hope it was in time..........
i hope you all had a beautiful Christmas
and that the new year will bring us all we ever wanted
as for me, i've still got so many things to assemble
i think there's a good reason that "assemble" starts with "ass"
that's exactly how i feel putting Polly Pockets' rock star habitat together
damn wire ties!!!!
much love
from me to you
look up, look up
that's my star in the sky
calling to you
telling you
how much i,
i love you | |
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| reasoning with the seasons
Posted: 12/26/2006 8:58:58 PM | reasoning implies logic
my mind rejects
love that was is
forever to me
leaking out every now and then
when seasons bend
winds of change
feel strange to that stranger in my heart
that part that's lost
without an island for a tv backdrop
the cost is time
tears
torment
praying for peace of mind
praying to lose that want
praying to stop loving
to ease the pain
draining my soul
Its been far too long
yet the song isn't over
until the fat man gets the band to quit.
Hope you got what you needed
ta hell with what we want. | |
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| reasoning with the seasons
Posted: 12/27/2006 7:50:50 PM | My Man
Melts me like a bees wax candle,
Leaving the pale taste of honey to sweeten the breeze.
He knows just how to handle
Me with such perfect ease.
He seduces me with a glance.
Dance?
He doesn’t have to ask, I do.
He emotes the music that I move to.
There is no question. I will go with him.
Within,
I am already there
Stripped bare
And knowing.
Glowing,
Showing,
All that I am.
I see myself
Forever in his eyes.
No lies
Nor half truth evasions
All persuasions
Of the rational mind.
We are, of the same kind.
He surfs the waves he evokes in me,
And rides them into shore
Knowing that I will be there waiting,
For him,
Forevermore.
I know this is true.
I know he exists.
Because
I do. | |
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| seasoning the tender quill
Posted: 12/30/2006 5:49:25 PM | and just how did you get here
inside this place of mine?
when i was supposed to be
me for me
locked away inside my mind...
how did you get here
inside this place i rest
where i am only what i am
no trying to be best....
how did i let you in here
inside this lonely soul
when no one's supposed to be here
i gave you that key
i opened up that door
i let you in, expected you
and now i wait for more
i'll wait forever
and go through what needs
gone through
if in the end i get what i need
just some time with
you
.......................................
some say romeo and juliet
knew true love with their dying breath
i say they were just teenagers
tricked by lovely death
and i don't believe for a second
that jill just tumbled down that hill
it must've been jack who pushed her
you know how those bad boys will
...................................
as you can see by the sorry state
of these words
i'm in a lost place
not able to articulate
enunciate
the things i need to say
i'm just seasoning my quill
to bend it the way i want
the words will come
until then........pffft.....lotsa shit!!! | |
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| the kids don't get it
Posted: 1/8/2007 12:39:56 PM | what if dreams were real and real was just a dream
would it make a difference if you never woke up...?
driving down some numbered highway with you in the back
I turned off the headlights and the dark was complete
we left to drift onto dirt roads and cow pastures
you left tell tale prints on the windshield with your feet
it was evidence that comes out in steamy situations
saying at one time I was here it reminds me that......so was I
so yeah we'd drive these roads with lakes and farms
sometimes stopping to put things in their place ,your face
we'd eat mushrooms and colour the scenery in solitary instances
chasing shadows and traces ,each other and ourselves in place
then we found the gun the predictable pistol of our ruin
saying its easy to be guilty and it was .......so was I
I remember now there was you me and those two guys
in a cottage on the lake near a road clear of the bell
he had the weapon the dirty truth and the questions
all we had was each other our wits and the power to deceive
he said he was only funnin ,but the heat was already silenced
by two nine millimeters holes straight through his friends life
he panicked ,you witnessed ,I wiped off your prints
that followed us out back by the fields and yesterdays wishes
you huddled on the floor holding my hand to stop the shaking
lights flashed and miles passed we let down our guards to sleep
we dreamed of being apart ,completely free of the drama
you played the dirty housewife I was busy digging a hole
maybe we were better off not knowing if we would succeed
we're running again cause destiny is having its way with us
you said ride it out baby and you would ride with me
we'll talk about the lake and one hundred thousand maybes
are we leaving or believing this dream ,you said you were .....so was I | |
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| Lyrical Disaster
Posted: 1/10/2007 11:24:01 PM | Friends and I call you friends because thats what we all are
Forum Friends never to meet face to face rarely even a call
for me this place is a dumping ground for dirty words and foul moods
even though these moods were not created by my Forum Friends
and none of the words from Lyriclover are about Forum Friends
some one is asking forgiveness and I don't know whats to forgive
Personally I know none of you nor you me only that you are
In the rules of Forum Friends there is no forgiveness there are only words
there is no relationship other than words and my words come from relationships
in life outside of these pages this is where I deposit those words
if you believe otherwise then it is me that needs forgiveness | |
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| on to better things
Posted: 1/12/2007 11:07:19 AM | I love to forget
play stupid or absent
though rarely the rent
when I know I'm due
I'll come for you too
just you wait and see
if it don't all come true
the desolation's complete ,mudsnow and garbage
haunt the hunting ground littered with dead things to eat
for a bird on a wire
restoration could take weeks ,straw walls and branches
a shielded shroud a somewhere safe to sleep
for a bird on a wire
his imagination has feet ,strong arms and laughter
a certain sound much fuller than the squeak of a beak
for a bird on a wire
its a theory of the imagination
a story of ,what of the implications
we've all bought the newest devices
only to find ourselves in lonely crisis
Northrop Frye said love is the only virtue
I think its a conception mastered by few
just you wait and see if it don't all come true | |
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| on to better things
Posted: 1/12/2007 3:09:33 PM | That was good Lyric.
Liked this line, painted pictures it did.
the desolation's complete ,mudsnow and garbage
haunt the hunting ground littered with dead things to eat
for a bird on a wire | |
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| and better times
Posted: 1/14/2007 3:40:16 AM | if i fell outside of knowing
and deep down into me
would you still be there waiting
for the time that's meant to be?
or should i wallow in self-pity
until my skin dries up to dust?
some say it's a given,
but does it have to be a must?
so i get a little crazy
scream and kick about the place
i get deep into resentment
then lie straight to your face
all the yes' in the world
can't hide the truth we're in
destined to be lonely
and hollow once again
so if i said i need you
to wait it out and see
would you, baby
could you
take a swing in this lonely tree?
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show me that pretty little picture
i took of myself in that time of old
i need to remember what i looked like
before time took it's toll
seeing images in my mind
it just doesn't work the
same
as pictures on paper
of when i used to
play the game
butterflies with battlescars
haunting the words
i scribe
reading back all that
i've penned
insisting i was bribed
stealing all this
feeling
from who i used to be
no question all the
gestures
do seem to come from me
but where was i when
these words came into the game?
forgetting all the instances
i refused to play the game | |
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| and better times are here again
Posted: 1/14/2007 3:52:35 AM | so now, hey now
swinging from that tree
i get lost in the words i cause
to spill forth from me
i get into this somber mood
and wonder why, oh why?
when all i have to do is wait
for time to go flying by
summer i just a concept
not an actual event
and winter is eternal
for all the time that's spent
and springtime's around the corner
of whodunit and why
while autumn falls just short
of comforting you and i
so, to hell with the seasons
i think i'm gonna dance
throw away the whines of cheese
and give it all a chance
life, dammit! i guess it's to be
lived
i can fake it til i make it
even when there's none to give
so come on in my kitchen
it's peanut butter cookies this week!
i'll let you see the recipe
but you only get a peek!
come dance on the table
of memories and smiles
with Janis in the background
Jimi waiting all the while
i'll save a tune for you
one that's pitch perfect, then
i'll send it along, Baby Blue
with a song that never ends | |
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| and better times are here again
Posted: 1/14/2007 5:30:10 AM | broken,token,pokin,spoken,what have you been smokin,jokin
if you would please break me offa chunk o that cheese
sneeze, wheeze,being chased by bumblebees
being outdone in due time mostly i can't get a rhyme
or rhythm for that matter,only self absorbed patter
hope your claws are dispeptic or my wounds will go septic
but these are just words disjointed ,hope none gets dissappointed
for they are just words or could they be verbal turds
written on subway walls and bathroom stalls
don't you all get too hasty
although I am white and pastymmmm,tasty
breakfast!bacon, toast and eggs
slammin coffee with the dregs
now am gonna quit and sendit hope someone else will amend it | |
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| What ?
Posted: 1/14/2007 4:01:17 PM | In the beginning it was all profiles and J-pegs
lonely people telling you all the things they think you might like to know
photos of kittens and made up faces striking that perfect pose
and interests that had nothing to do with your own
and I bought in thinking I may get to plug some holes
I wasn't even sure I owned maybe just looking for a stroke to my ego
Then I fell for the forums got to see into other posters lives
all kinds of different opinions some even looking to pick a fight
so I got what I deserved and found what I had lacked
it was here all the time hiding right behind my back
so is it time to exit this ride bid a farewell to my gracious hosts
or should I ride it out awhile and take offence at various posts
I may be too quick to judge brilliance as foolishness
mayhap my hopes have assailed such darkened paths
that fear of the unknown driving a hammerhead of doubt
across fields of dysfunctions and shame
pushing the reality of mental health to the extreme
edge of madness and defeat
don't it make you want to puke
don't it make you want to hide
does it ever make you wonder
what they're really saying inside
If violence were to explode in big city streets
would you care in your small town home
while the cops rush home to watch themselves on T.V
and wonder out loud why they watch all alone
the world cries in pain most every single day
shouting from the paper box its everywhere you look
mothers who mourn for kids who have lost their way
while some sick fukk makes a million off the book
Fathers who can't control themselves
most often fly into a rage
yet our heartless newsmen and women
print page after page after page
Is there any among us who can pay the price
or ignore that need to buy
the printed filth dressed up so nice
we at least got to give it a try
whether it is truth or lies they sell
the results are always the same
you get so wrapped up in other peoples hell
you think they're all saying your name
Maybe today is a time to make a start
sign up your name and be a part
because the media is no longer the say
pay attention to your own find start using your own mind
and mind your own business for at least one day | |
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| What the.......?
Posted: 1/16/2007 6:00:36 AM | so here goes
let's have fun
mind your business
everyone
and for once
turn off the telly
make some pizza
fill your belly
better yet
take a walk
look at trees
talk the talk
til you find
something to do
that has nothing
to do with you
watching babies
die in war
as if that's what
we're all here for
waiting patiently
for dreams
to come true
while time, it seems
has it's way
with you and i
watching colors
fly on by
waiting, waiting,
hesitating
till i know just what to do
about these lonely, only nights
spent without my "you" | |
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| The "What"
Posted: 1/16/2007 6:07:48 PM | What is just a what
a thing or sometimes explanation
you can say it or play it
some piss on it and throw it all away
thats what!!!
Who is you
and thats all you need to know
you can scheme it or dream it
even believe in it some day
Who ? you thats who
Why is elusive
a "for your eyes only" footnote
you can ask of it or bask in it
maybe see the last of it find its way
Why is the question
not what
what is just a what | |
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| The"Why"
Posted: 1/18/2007 1:42:47 PM | why is just a question
often asked in times of doubt
the wonder and frustration
all turning inside out
the who that's you and i
waiting for the day
when two minds can collide
what a spectacularly disastrous day
the when, now THAT'S not a question
just a statement of time
never doubting or debating
but, knowing what will be mine
oh so divine, that when
i'm contemplating hairbrushes
and deciding on the longest one
hhmmm | |
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| and I'm shining on
Posted: 1/18/2007 2:58:05 PM | come on you crackpot
you filler of fears
come on, come get me
in my river of tears
come on you liar
confuse me some more
come on, come get me
be slave to my whore
come on you angel
save this tired mind
come on, come get me
i'm drowning this time
so shine on you crazy diamond
and shine on into me
play those wounds like steel guitars
use them in your melodies
yeah, there's winners and losers
beggars and choosers
filing in line behind me
with that look in your eyes
fill my head full of lies
but, never, no never mind me | |
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