While My Guitar Gently Weeps
29 Thursday Jul 2010
Posted My life
in29 Thursday Jul 2010
Posted My life
in22 Thursday Jul 2010
Posted My life
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blink, departed, determinism, dying romantic, equilibrium, fate, glory, miss, Poetry
Born to change
But I live to stay the same
Closer to the point where I claim to be insane
Will it numb the pain?
Do you ever have days where you wish you could melt away with the rain?
Into the sewers and into the Earth
Our freedom is both a blessing and a curse
Bound to its potential
Cursed by your lack of credentials
Stacking up days like the sun puts out rays
Burning alive right before my very eyes
Trapped in the perfect storm yet amidst blue skies
Same old story
Without guts no glory
Stuck in between
Continued blur of waking life and a dream
Everything is about as it seems
A hangover that you can’t escape
Blessed and cursed for goodness sake
No longer does the balance rest on a chance you’ve yet to take
Equilibrium has departed
Can you be too far behind?
Amongst it all what do you think there is to find?
Holding onto everything and nothing
Grasping traces of traces with clinched fists
Afraid to blink because it’s certain you’re going to miss
This, that and everything in between
Everything is just as it seems
13 Tuesday Jul 2010
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absence, beautiful, borrow, fact, goodbyes, heart, hope, monday, mother goose, Poetry, romantic, scent, smile, sometimes, transcendence, week
Just another Monday, of another week
Just my life, all that it will, and won’t be
Another summer day in the golden glove
Another chance to seize my dreams, to fall in love
We keep on our way, sometimes more, sometimes less
We tell ourselves we’re trying to be the best
Keep your head up and a smile on your face
Keep your friends and your heart in a similar place
Grow from your shortcomings and inconsistencies
Never close yourself from the world and its possibilities
I am me, and that is that
However, what lies in my transcendence, will never be fact
Here today, but where tomorrow?
How many more years will I have to borrow?
Love and life to find my own
Truth and happiness from which I have grown
There are no answers, simply more questions
Countless details Mother Goose forgot to mention
None of this seemed according to plan
So I laced my shoes, said my goodbyes, and I ran
Not sure to where, not sure why
Not even certain it deserved a goodbye
What lies ahead? What lies beneath?
I seek, I see, but what will it teach?
Today is a day like any other
The sun shines, traffic moves, and I float on
Not sure what awaits, I live with my mistakes
Like too many others, only pray when bound to be forsaken
A chance here, a chance there, happy to have taken
I look for something to distract the monotony of even a dynamic life
The world is moving all around us
Every so often we are fortunate enough to crash into those like us
It can be beautiful
But it can also be defeating
Erasing
Zeroed back to one
The moment you believed it had just begun, was in actuality the moment it ended
Rear ended
Tomorrow’s possibility expended
For now
In this moment
But we carry on
Carry each other
Hope for the flicker of light we often see in beautiful dreams
Hope for her scent
Hope for her smile
Hope even when it seems hope has been absent for a while.
01 Thursday Jul 2010
Posted My life, Poetry, The Dying Romantic
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complain, float on, heat waive, melting, modest, mouse, poety, world at large
“I said heat waive can’t complain, if the world’s at large then I’ll remain.”
Not looking for anything particular, it might drive me insane
Thinking about a girl but I can’t remember her name
Aint going anywhere, I haven’t already been
Not sure how to get out, not sure how I got in
Days get shorter, nights fill my life
Only in futility did I ever strife
My mind is muted by an echo of my voice
Didn’t choose this path, can’t recall ever making any choice
Baby I’m going places both far and near
I once new a burdening mistress, she like to be called fear
Not holding me down, not this time around
Keep on moving with the sound all the way to the ground
I said heat waive can’t complain, I miss her touch but can’t recall her name
She must be like the rest, all the best always are
Not counting on a miracle, wishing on a star
Bad is bad, this is this, love is love, a kiss, not a kiss
A kiss I miss, both heaven and hell
All is good, but all that’s good isn’t well
Talking while I walk, walking while I talk
Any second I’ll be an outline– drawn in chalk
Not wasting this life, or counting on the next
Not cursing or condemning, have just come to expect
I said heat waive can’t complain, I remember her scent, but they’re all the same
I’m floating on, down this river, not worried about a thing, not a thing I want to give her
I’ll float on alright, float on down out of site, float through the day, and float into the night
We’ll all float on okay, I’m already on my way, but who the hell are you anyway?
Baby I’ve got no time, only years to waste, time for you to float on, we’ll all float without haste
Time is tickin’, the years a stickin’, don’t know how, don’t know why
Good keeps a coming, good keeps a going, but somehow we keep on floatin’, without even knowin’
I said heat waive time to complain, it’s hot on this fuckin’ river, and I’m melting insane.
Credit to Modest Mouse