Sunday, August 23, 2009

Stand over here across the precipice.
You're on the other side
But I hold the flame.
I dropped it and caught the wood ablaze.

Indifference did not soothe,
nor wine from a skin.
Those written words you left behind
misunderstood to begin with.

Tell, again, the tale of Fortunato
it is my own.
stuck behind the bricks, drunk in a jester's cap
All for the love of God. Yes, for the love of God.

Monday, August 10, 2009


What I've kept with me and what I've thrown away

Don't know where the hell I've ended up on this glaring, random day

Were the things I really cared about just left along the way

For being too pent up and proud

Woke up way too late feeling hung over and old

The sun was shining bright and I walked barefoot down the road

Started thinking about my old man

It seems that all men wanna get into a car and go


Here I stand - sad and free

I can't cry and I can't see

What I've done

God, what have I done?

Don't you know I'm numb, man, no I cant feel a thing at all

cause it's all smiles and business these days

And I'm indifferent to the loss

I've faith that there's a soul somewhere who's leading me around

I wonder if she knows which way is down.

I poured my heart out

I poured my heart out

It evaporated. . .see?

Blind man on a canyons edge of a panoramic scene

Or maybe Im a kite that's flying high and random dangling on a string

Or slumped over in a vacant room head on a strangers knee

I'm sure back home they think Ive lost my mind.

These belong to Ben Folds (so don't steal his stuff, k?). Feeling these words today and thought I'd share. Thanks, Ben Folds.