Archive for July, 2008
July 12, 2008 at 8:04 am
· Filed under Flavors Of Entanglement ·Tagged Limbo, Limbo No More, My friends, My house, my man, my role, No More, taste
My house, my role
My friends, my man
My devotion to God
All amorphous, indefinit
Nothing’s been clear
Nothing’s been in
Nothing’s felt true
And I’ve never had both feet in
Nothing’s belonged
Nothing’s been ‘yes’
Nowhere’s been home
And I’m ready to be limbo no more
My taste, my peers
My identity
My affiliation
All amorphous, indefinit
Nothing’s been clear
Nothing’s been in
Nothing’s felt true
And I’ve never had both feet in
Nothing’s belonged
Nothing’s been ‘yes’
Nowhere’s been home
And I’m ready to be limbo no more
I sit with filled frames
And my books and my dogs at my feet
My friends by my side
My past in a heap
Thrown out most of my things
Only kept what I need to carve
Something consistent
And notably me
Tattoo on my skin
My teacher’s in heart
My house is a home
Something at last I can feel a part of
A sense of myself
My purpose is clear
My roots in the ground
Something at last I can feel a part of
Something aligned
To finally commit
Somewhere I belong
‘Cause I’m ready to be limbo no more
My wisdom applied
A firm foundation
A vow to myself
‘Cause I’m ready to be limbo no more
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July 12, 2008 at 8:01 am
· Filed under Flavors Of Entanglement ·Tagged 10 years, 33 years, 4 days, Bitch, It's A Bitch To Grow Up
It’s been 10 years of investment
It’s been one foot in and one out
It’s been 4 days of watershed
And I feel snuffed out
It’s been 33 years of restraining
Of trying to control this tumult
How I did invest in such fantasy
But my nervous system has worn out
I feel done, I feel raked over coals
and all that remains is the case
That it’s a bitch to grow up
I’ve repeated this dance ad-nauseum
There’s still something to learn that I’ve not
I’m told to see this as divine perfection
But my bones don’t feel this perfection
I feel done, I feel raked over coals
and all that remains is the case
That it’s a bitch to grow up
I’ve spent life hovering above bottom
Thinking I can’t survive what’s below
But I’ve known through the kicking and screaming
That there was no other direction to go
I feel done, I feel raked over coals
and all that remains is the case
That it’s a bitch to grow up
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July 12, 2008 at 7:57 am
· Filed under Flavors Of Entanglement ·Tagged All, havoc, Keeping, Tapes
“I am someone easy to leave”
“Even easier to forget”
a voice, if inaccurate
Again: “I’m the one they all run from”
diatribes of clouded sun
someone help me find the pause button
All these tapes in my head swirl around
Keeping my vibe down
All these thoughts in my head aren’t my own
Wreaking havoc
“I’m too exhausting to be loved”
“a volatile chemical”
“best to quarantine and cut off”
All these tapes in my head swirl around
Keeping my vibe down
All these thoughts in my head aren’t my own
Wreaking havoc
“I’m but thorn in your sweet side”
“You are better off without me”
“It’d be best to leave at once”
All these tapes in my head swirl around
Keeping my vibe down
All these thoughts in my head aren’t my own
Wreaking havoc
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July 12, 2008 at 7:53 am
· Filed under Flavors Of Entanglement ·Tagged driving, elation, Giggling, Giggling Again For No Reason, Nothing, Reason, Triumphant
am driving in my car up highway one
I left LA without telling anyone
There were people who needed something from me
But I am sure they’ll get along fine on their own
Oh this state of ecstasy
Nothing but road could ever give to me
This liberty wind in my face
And I’m giggling again for no reason
I am dancing with my friends in elation
We’ve taken adventures to new levels of fun
I can feel the bones are smiling in my body
I can see the meltings of inhibition
Oh this state of ecstasy
Nothing but road could ever give to me
This liberty wind in my face
And I’m giggling again for no reason
I’m reeling jubilation
Triumphant in delight
I am at home in this high five
And I’m smiling for no reason
I am sitting at the set of cali sun
We’ve gotten quiet for its’ last precious seconds
I can feel the salt of the sea on my skin
And we still hear the echoes of abandon
Oh this state of ecstasy
Nothing but road could ever give to me
This liberty wind in my face
And I’m giggling again for no reason
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July 12, 2008 at 7:24 am
· Filed under Flavors Of Entanglement ·Tagged Documentaries, Miss, These, Torch, would
I miss your smell and your style
And your pure abiding way
Miss your approach to life
And your body in my bed
Miss your take on anything
And the music you would play
Miss cracking up and wrestling
Our debriefs at end of day
These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
I miss your neck and your gait
And your sharing what you write
Miss you walking through the front door
Documentaries in your hand
Miss traveling our traveling
And your fun and charming friends
Miss our baser getaways
And you watch you love my dogs
These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
One step one prayer
I soldier on
Stimulating moving on
I miss your warmth and the thought
Of us bringing up our kids
And the part of you that was with your stick-tied handkerchief
These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
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July 12, 2008 at 7:20 am
· Filed under Flavors Of Entanglement ·Tagged Ahhh, declare, Moratorium, never, relationship
I’ve never been this accountable-less and within
I’ve never known focuslessness on any form
I’ve never had this lack of ache for dalliance
To let go and let god in ways I have never even imagined
I declare a moratorium on things relationship
I declare a respite from the toils of liaison
I do need a breather from the flavors of entanglement
I declare a full time put from all things commitment
I’ve never let my grasp soften fingers like this
I’ve never been careless otherless like autonomy’s a twin
I declare a moratorium on things relationship
I declare a respite frome the toils of liaison
I do need a breather from the flavors of entanglement
I declare a full time put from all things commitment
Ah to breathe
Stop looking outside
stop searching in corners of rooms
Not my business or timing
Ahhh
I’ve never known freedom from intertwining
I start again this time for keeps in my skin I’m residing
I declare a moratorium on things relationship
I declare a respite frome the toils of liaison
I do need a breather from the flavors of entanglement
I declare a full time put from all things commitment
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July 12, 2008 at 7:17 am
· Filed under Flavors Of Entanglement ·Tagged abandon, Praise, sexiest, Vulnerable
ou are the bravest man I’ve ever met
You unreluctant at treacherous ledge
You are the sexiest man I’ve ever been with
You, never hotter than with armor spent
When you do what you do to provide
How you land in the soft as you fortify
This is in praise of the vulnerable man
Why won’t you lead the rest of your cavalry home
You, with your eyes mix strength with abandon
You with your new kind of heroism
And I bow and I bow down to you
To the grace that it takes to melt on through
This is in praise of the vulnerable man
Why won’t you lead the rest of your cavalry home
This is a thank you for letting me in
Indeed in praise of the vulnerable man
You are the greatest man I’ve ever met
You the stealth setter of new precedents
And I vow and I vow to be true
And I vow and I vow to not take advantage
This is in praise of the vulnerable man
Why won’t you lead the rest of your cavalry home
This is a thank you for letting me in
Indeed in praise of the vulnerable man
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July 12, 2008 at 7:12 am
· Filed under Flavors Of Entanglement ·Tagged Day one day, Not As We, Reborn, shivering, Spat, Step one step
Reborn and shivering
Spat out on new terrain
Unsure unconvincing
This faint and shaky hour
Day one day one start over again
Step one step one
I’m barely making sense for now
I’m faking it I’m pseudo making it
From scratch begin again but this time I as i
And not as we
Gun shy and quivering
Timid without a hand
Feign brave with steel intent
little and hardly here
Day one day one start over again
Step one step one
I’m barely making sense for now
I’m faking it til I’m pseudo making it
From scratch begin again but this time I as i
And not as we
Eyes wet toward
Wide open frayed
If god’s taking bets
I pray He wants to lose
Day one day one start over again
Step one step one
I’m barely making sense for now
I’m faking it til I’m pseudo making it
From scratch begin again but this time I as i
And not as we
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July 12, 2008 at 7:08 am
· Filed under Flavors Of Entanglement ·Tagged Alanis Morissette, analyzing, Coercing, Diagnosing, Still, Versions Of Violence, Violence
Coercing or leaving
Shutting down and punishing
Running from rooms, defending
Withholding, justifying
These versions of violence
Sometimes subtle sometimes clear
And the ones that go unnoticed
Still leave their mark once disappeared
Diagnosing, analyzing
Unsolicited advice
Explaining and controlling,
Judging opining and meddling
These versions of violence
Sometimes subtle sometimes clear
And the ones that go unnoticed
Still leave their mark once disappeared
This labeling
This pointing
this sensitive’s unraveling
This sting I’ve been ignoring
I feel it way down way down
These versions of violence
Sometimes subtle sometimes clear
And the ones that go unnoticed
Still leave their mark once disappeared
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July 12, 2008 at 7:04 am
· Filed under Flavors Of Entanglement ·Tagged Conclusions, Grand, incorrect, jacket, puppet, Straitjacket
Something so benign from construed as cruelty
Such a difference between who I am and who you see
Conclusions you come to of me routinely incorrect
I don’t know who you’re talking to with such fucking disrespect
This shit’s making me crazy
The way you nullify what’s in my head
You say one thing do another
And argue that’s not what you did
Your way’s making me mental
How you filter as skewed interpret
I swear you won’t be happy til
I am bound in a straight jacket
Talking with you’s like talking to a sive that can’t hear me
You fight me tooth and nail to disavow what’s happening
Your resistance to a mirror I feel screaming from your body
One day I’ll introduce myself and you’ll see you’ve not yet met me
This shit’s making me crazy
The way you nullify what’s in my head
You say one thing do another
And argue that’s not what you did
Your way’s making me mental
How you filter as skewed interpret
I swear you won’t be happy til
I am bound in a straight jacket
Grand dissonance
The strings of my puppet are cut
The end of an era
Your discrediting’s lost my consent
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