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Thought I'd forgotten how to log in to this blog so I started a new one. quantetics.blogspot.com same angst, different URL.

I'd been listening to too much gaga?

Posting this for old times sakes.

I'm looking for a reason, baby,
to smash everything of you.
Like your tired toothbrush
or the paint that caught the blues.

I keep looking for the cracks,
they could send cold love away.
But the concrete is too solid
So I guess it's gonna stay.

Maybe you're too squeaky clean,
Maybe you're my home.
There is no reason, other than me,
Why I should leave you on your own.

So why don't we keep trying, baby,
the plaster is keeping us together.
Our future seems so far away,
And the past, you won't remember.

been a while

So I woke up tired and spent that evening thinking all night.
Some sacrifices to be made to distance yourself from ‘reality’.
Could I be two people? One with his presence; content.
And one without; inspired.

A day without you is not like a day without sunshine.
It’s a wakeup call. Or is it I slip deeper into myself?
My imagination plays with my dreams plays with the world.
It’s all a game, a ball being hit around. No one knows.

I want the feel without the hurt.
I want the love without the effort.

All those love is, love is, love is.
Love is what you make it.
Or what it’s making you.

Well, Fuck.

That stricken boat on the glass sea,
With windows tinted unevenly
As to keep an eye on the suns at dusk
When hands were frozen, mouths fell to dust.

It never gets far, nothing these drinks can’t unwind,
Lips will be loose and your conscience won’t mind.
Unpurposeful slip of the tongue past midnight.
Healing the barrier between disgust and fright.

It wasn’t meant to be taken away from you,
The waves weren’t crashing but the wind blew and blew,
Watching the sun lose its grasp on the deepening sky
Watching the communications cease between you and I.

Remorse of Day [Haiku]

Atmosphere of gold,
the sunset is a cover
hiding guilty blue.

Outside the Inside

I met a boy who did as he pleased:
Saw a forest ahead and fell to his knees,
Oh soft ground bring comfort away from these lees
In swift scattered pleasures, so fell the trees.

He crawled through the saw dust back to the dirt,
A broken rib crying, refusing to hurt,
Bled him a lullaby straight though his shirt
And on to the ground where death does its work.

Layers of gravel, minerals and dust,
Dark and damaged, the worlds hidden crust
An insect seen in hope, disposing of trust,
Below and forgotten clawing what it must...

Scratching the sands far from a pearl,
Slipping on ice as the heat starts to swirl.
Air burns and creates an omnipotent girl,
Boy: sitting terrified, center of the world.

On The Line

Solace disappeared on a cold kitchen floor
Night throwing colours never seen before.
Objects of regret hanging damp clothes line.
The owl watching us wake in good time
With some apologies arriving from early to late,
Playing witness to what bones could not shake.

Time is immeasurable and heat will fade
Determined through memories of a tar lung facade,
Forgive the fool that was labeled insane,
Let him follow patterns left by the rain.
I heard you're not ready to leave town just yet.
Maybe tomorrow when the sun spits out regret.

Won for Seven

There's a gap between the desk and draw
Where the forgets lay resting on the floor.
Only when the scribble clears do I understand the weight,
The subtle hints once too insecure for fate.
It wasn't the mixtape stapled in its prison,
Or the smell of cologne that had once proudly risen,
It was the shivers. Do you remember the shivers?
They started by the pool underneath under the lip quivers
Where secrets were exchanged, words too raw it burned to say.
Significance in question; I still remember that day.

Now my mouth burns remembering it is less than a memory,
Pushed in to a corner so my broken eyes don't have to see.
Motions keep going, sometimes remembering the forgets;
After all the bleached angels I have seen, my home's inside regret.
Put on that dusty mixtape, but the voice sings too slow;
Whoever said yesterday had to come and go?

Day/Night [Haiku]

Clouds are a cobweb,
with the sun as a spider
eating all the stars.

Behind

No, you couldn't tell.
So quiet behind the sheet,
quick to judge, slow to follow
the movement of their feet.

Signs lay trapped on the street,
rounded corners now broken bones;
They aren't looking for the beginning
the end didn't leave them so alone.

Pink clouds hide a half-baked home
when the sun collapses luck is grey.
Dark brings an awkward reckoning,
not the questions exposed by day.

Cover up the wayward prey,
the eyes that have no sleep.
Marks on skin and emptiness
follow me like sheep.

Behind the broken bed they keep,
the flowers that've misplaced bloom
back to when they were born,
leaving all too soon.

Questioning shapes in the moon,
once had lived but left behind,
on the street of lost intention
where no one has time.

Password

Go against the tide.
My birthday is a waste of time.
I always feel 8, 18 or 80.
Lights are too bright,
shoes in the spotlight.
Imagination is key
but stop dreaming.
It's worthless,
it's endless.
Philosophy and fuck the world,
everything I'm too blind to see
the endless opportunity
that I've heard of.

Faith in Leaves

My worst is when I feel my best, promise not to look the other way.
You're always parading around through mirror stores, aware of what they say.
Does it bother you that they're just as shallow as you refuse to be?
No regret cards to be played, when you're down-side is swinging from a tree.

And you're telling me not to be so silly, that without respect you lose it all.
Behind, I hear distress yelling, "don't fall, don't fall."
I drew my back to everything I thought I always knew, and let my legs down,
Flying with the aliens, the dinosaurs the truth wouldn't have allowed.

Cheers to the mystery and the misery and the endless possibility,
Not having to get pulled into routine by continuity.
"You could be just like a star if you ever connect with the Earth,
Underneath the trench coat dreams in you there's more than the dollars worth."

Gave it up for the one who believes in transformation,
The figure who never has to live through the same alteration,
The blood is stained on the microscope slide,
There's nothing left inside left to hide.

Beginning to End.

Bright behind the boulevard where the broken see-saw hides,
Mosquito’s find their long lost wings and circle with the flies.
It’s all the same when you hide your shame without saying goodbye.
No, there’s nothing underneath the name so your eyes shouldn’t deny.

Sugar in your pocket, honey on the mind and tasting just like lime.
Take off the time and your shoes, both never will be mine.
Empathy knows no place ending emotions that can’t stay,
In the river or in the ocean where the dead can float away.

But the feeling of restraint won’t let me climb to the top of all wrong,
String sitting tied around my ankles, I started from Point A so strong,
How is this all worth it, how do you reach the end with the road in ties?
How am I meant to go through the motions with no life behind your eyes?

Stray Dog Freedom

There's a dog down the end of the road,
He doesn't really have a home.
He sits on the street corner and begs
Caught in between the turning legs.

And if you're true he'll follow you,
Across rusted train tracks
To the old motel down the street,
Where I toss him leftovers, uncooked meat.

His tail wags "thanks, thanks, thanks,"
He'll be our visitor for a day.
Rinse the dirt off his back,
Let him sleep in my lap.

On my couch he snores through dreams,
Until he feels his freedom is at stake;
When he wanders off another way,
Before he feels the need to stay.

So, I'm catching the 10 o'clock train,
Skipping between battered towns,
The squeak of the brozing train tracks
Reminding me to never go back.

No, you won't catch me out here.
I've got nothing to hold me back;
Nothing to lose, just like my friend,
I'll stay for a while but leave you in the end.



Adaptation of: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Stray-Dog-Freedom-lyrics-Bright-Eyes/D7EA7F8EFD93CD9C482572730011F753

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Loose stringed guitars that lay on your floor.
I remember stories that filled me from the core,
Creating music with the wind through the screen door:
You'd try covering it too long, it couldn't take anymore.

An eye irritation. The words were too much.
Keeping close those eyes that were too cold to touch.
Well, the floor had spilled carpet all over the room,
Your feet were a breeze, chasing the moon.

The carpet surrendered as it started to rain,
The windows were shaken, but didn't complain.
How could it feel lonely with these promises to hold true?
I never really cared about anything that wasn't you.

I liked sleeping beside you in the summer nights,
When the sun was in the breeze, you felt just right.
Then the winter came, acting on its own device
Left the comfort of your body to turn into ice.

Now, everything's a phase and I keep brushing them off.
Some things I hope will remain but the rest can back right off.
I'm sick and hope to see the progression in this song-
Did you memorize those numbers or was it taking you too long?

So I drink to the happiness and the weightlessness,
And never having to plead for your forgiveness.
Sometimes I swear I can fly away.
Walls are shifting and I caught them as they started to say,

"I might just be a little lonely, but I'll wrap myself in paper to hide,
No point in holding a grudge against the oceans tide
It will come back, and it may even stay,
So don't you search for the moon, wishing for the day."

The postage stamps slipped through the drain,
Taught me I had nowhere I wish to remain.
I sleep in these torn sheets with a body so neat.
To keep away the dust and hold close the smell of burning feet.

Why do you think you are worthy?

Mornings spent by telephones,
Pick it up, hear the dial tone.
Don't be such a cliche.
Live life the safe way,
Between white lines,
Acoustic sounds fill the street.
You've got cold shoes,
Where are your feet?
Struggling these cords,
Ripped and adored.
Learning slang from times,
Cutting white lines
Into letters of L O V E.
Starting to pace
Up the shore by the sea
Where the sands are indifferent
Thrown by the wind,
A slap in the face,
Stuck in this bind.
Disassociate time,
They've all gone away.
Humble whimpers and moans
Couldn't convince them to stay.

Sunsets and Car Crashes

Magma can wait; we’ve got ice in our steps.
Approaching the gutter to find what we left.
These footsteps so strange as we walk to the sun,
Burning together just like when we begun.

Company prized like a cat and its whiskers,
Stripped of dignity the air’s getting brisker.
I would have taken you up those cool stairs,
But then would I know if you ever did care?

Teaspoons scream from deep in their cage,
Thunder scared books into turning their page.
I saw you that day elegantly covered in green,
Couldn’t help but wonder where you’d been.

The plastic collides with the glass on our feet,
I surrendered to the splinters and fell in defeat.
Your chest heaves good intentions, your thoughts lack.
Entertaining the lines of come and go back.

The weather doesn’t bother me now,
My feet, burned and cut, can’t comprehend how
I’m blind and oblivious just like you
To the gaps that let the light float right through.


-written for a title-provided contest

Clap Your Hands (REVISED) - Collab With Kellie

Fly between today and tomorrow,
smiling from the corners of the earth.
spend some time playing in puddles,
am i the dollar determining your worth?
within the mud that makes you happy,
leave your dreams of black and grey.
come and live inside of what is mine,
where back drops determine your day.
lay back on the wrinkled kitchen tiles
carving bible versus into broken lime.
draw your attention to the lettering,
how did i ever mistake you for the light?
you say, 'i love the way you look at me.'
and it's almost as though i am afraid.
shot like a sparrow out of a widows tree,
where angels shower those sugar grenades.

the needle comes down on the record,
the rug ripped from underneath our feet;
we were fishing for a sense of reason,
hoping you wouldnt be lost inside of me.
and you drowned in my very own sorrows,
you cried when the angels had wept.
shot like a sparrow out of a widows tree,
the balance between love and forget.

Blue Through and Through

Deprived gas inside that rubber ball,
pushing out but sent back in
as it cuts through the paper air
without a second thought.

Notions of forgiveness
skidding across the ground,
you could give them stability
had you the chance to forget.

I have observed quietly
what the bird was bred to know.
That flight is an incline in a decline
a hard climb for an easy fall.

I'm sure your cheeks agree with me
from painful blush to natural flush,
I don't know which I prefer.
There's beauty in desperation.

Paint your face, hide behind expectations.
You used to laugh so manically, cry so freely.
Then your trust turned its back to you,
forced you to forget.

In A Nutshell

My birthday is just another day of the year. Christmas is a hoax.
My walk is irrelevant and I'm sure the Earth doesn't feel it.
My eyes are not a window to my soul;
in fact I don't even think I have a soul.
I'm not generic all the time and neither are you.
Sure, you can do something outrageous to claim some originality,
but it all boils down the same.
There will always be people that know you, know of you.
And there will always be people that don't care to learn about the space you occupy.
I'm just another being, I move and I breathe.
I try and keep my heart in my chest and my beliefs on my sleeve.