September likes to call on me for many different things
it's tossing me in to a storm without a life jacket
to see what fun it brings
what it can't see, is that inside me, I'm really not that strong
there's a little boy, a little heart, and a little voice that sings
this tiny little song
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
impassable love
an impassable love that is buried within me.
i think you've done your part without trying.
i could swim through the pacific,
i could do a great many things.
it would be a hell of a lot easier than forgetting you and all of your beauty.
but for this impassable feeling that exists in the room,
when we are not alone.
when i'm away from home.
i can't hide.
i think you've done your part without trying.
i could swim through the pacific,
i could do a great many things.
it would be a hell of a lot easier than forgetting you and all of your beauty.
but for this impassable feeling that exists in the room,
when we are not alone.
when i'm away from home.
i can't hide.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
a fire
Friday, August 8, 2008
Tiny Fawn?

Haven't posted for a while.
Paint colour, Tiny Fawn
Direction>> My bedroom walls...
Today felt a bit like autumn....hmmm
Is it going to stop raining?
Yes, is the answer. And when it does I will want it to rain some more.
New found love for scones. New found love for old things that have been forgotten.
Many things that seemed important when I was small don't carry any weight at all anymore. Little things.
What's a fawn?
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
july, boom
there are places we've left behind. black hair in the wind.
on a beach i saw her face. in the blue and grey she smiled.
it was brief.
i give my lungs the air they need. they give me a gift from within.
i'm gone if you're gone. and i am always wrong.
i'm no soloist dancing on the street.
we're in a storm. but we're a team.
we're no conductors of electricity.
we're no heroes. although we yield heavy guns.
let's get the song on with new strings.
i give the harmony part away. i'll stay subtle.
this is no rehearsed piece of work.
this is turning shallows into an ocean.
soft breeze becomes a screaming force.
i will build the windmill. and we can flee once more.
on a beach i saw her face. in the blue and grey she smiled.
it was brief.
i give my lungs the air they need. they give me a gift from within.
i'm gone if you're gone. and i am always wrong.
i'm no soloist dancing on the street.
we're in a storm. but we're a team.
we're no conductors of electricity.
we're no heroes. although we yield heavy guns.
let's get the song on with new strings.
i give the harmony part away. i'll stay subtle.
this is no rehearsed piece of work.
this is turning shallows into an ocean.
soft breeze becomes a screaming force.
i will build the windmill. and we can flee once more.
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