Tuesday, March 22, 2005

blonde noise

there's an unfamiliar noise inside my head.
the sand becomes lost between the cracks of a broken hour glass.
daily drum beats dance as my tears secrete...
I can only try to improve my ways, changing my ritual habits and undiagnosed disorders.
A mess I know I am for sure, but maybe you could help me?
Smile at me more, stop to say hello.
It's a dying planet and no one wants to be Superman.
I'm allergic to kryptonite- but addicted to speed.
The sun sets too quickly and rises even faster.
I can sit and watch the mannerisms float between one person and another.
It's a behavior problem that spirals into a riot of disaster.
Trees and telephone towers stare in awe, Innocent bystanders so to speak.
As the good Samaritan rule is laid to rest in a graveyard of despair.
All I can think is how can I get out of here?
I could walk for miles and would end up in a circle of hidden agendas and secret passwords.
I've got to tape my mouth shut just so i am not tape recorded and persecuted by a jury of hypocrites.
I could be sentenced to life in imprisonment---------no pain, no bail, no lies, no more anything, just me alone...still holding on my head.
Drill a hole inside and out, relieve the hot water boiling.
The noise won't diminish.

Monday, March 07, 2005

my walls illuminate with the cascading essences of the sun's beautiful rays. I could never imagine that this could be mine, so quaint and so happy. I lay on the couch and stare out at the mountains looking at the snow capped visual treat that I get to enjoy. When I was thinking of a place that could be mine I never envisioned a place that I can call home. you are the one that made this my home, the love that surrounds me, the laughter that is sunken into small crevices. I love you, I thank you....you made all this possible.