I can run and I can hide
but I cant shake you from my mind
I got a sweet lady named mary jane
but her kisses just aren’t the same

Jesus, I know I never talk to you
but I swear, I’ll never lie again
please bring back, the one I knew
the one who I gave all my composure to

The only time it's not inside out
when poison clouds are comin' out the mouth
dragged along by honey to the deep south
only the sweetest torture for her highness


what's that capsule going to do?
it's not just your dress that they're seeing through
you fed it well, watched it as it grew
once was the freedom, now it's the glue


 speak up doll, we can't hear you
didn't you learn oh didn't you learn
 that you stand in line
you gotta keep time
get on your knees or they'll give you a fine
 keep your chin up
above your half-empty cup
oh look at that you musta run out of luck
 don't you know they sell that at the dollar store
you can work in fast food or become a whore
there's a disco man at your front door
don't tell me you don't want this anymore

now now sweetie no need to drop your head
think of it this way at least you ain't dead
i say i'd rather be that instead 
instead of drinking bleach and eatin' lead

when your soul comes pouring out
and i am the bucket and you are the spout
i'll soon be over flowing
thats for sure

when youre head
goes rolling free
and your arms are outstretched, headless your graspin for me
i'll be far away where you always wanted me

and this tide is rising
and we're playing in this sand
you didn't even notice when you lost your own hand
your head is the cloud
in which it used to be wrapped
and are we playing prison
or are we really trapped?

Door after door, Satellite dishes
Shadows rearrange and snake up the wall

An imitation sun blinds

A lonely ice box stares behind a glass wall

I live in a world where telephone wires blot out the sky
interrupted constellations seem to beg for mercy
for without my perception they exist- not at all

following the sun, they whisper to each other
spreading the news of armageddon

reality chokes behind a wall of television screens

Intifada

'Intifada'

Arabic for

A 'Shaking Off'

Like I'll shake off the dead weight I carry in my heart

Like the world will shake us out of existence

When you're down on your knees

And police litter the streets like so many fleas

When the world is a toilet

and the time has come

Intifada

Material Grip

I thought about this blog and got sad that I haven't written in a few days

I wrote a song this weekend

The two sides of my brain are at war

one side keeps dragging me back to your door

the other side keeps telling me to leave

I've been telling myself things you wouldn't believe

I want to tell you somethin' true

but I don't know me,

and I don't know you

I'm fixing to go to outerspace

where there ain't no happiness to chase

where I can scream and nobody will hear

and no one to reaffirm my biggest fear

So that's that, I'll add more to it most likely. 

I'm struggling still to find my place, my path, I don't know exactly whether to head north or south.. and that's naturally a problem

because I've got to start moving, soon.

A ball of gas once said 

that he was looking down on me,

and I realized then 

that stars can only tell the truth.

no matter how old that light,

no matter how many lightyears it's been swimming through space,

it won't stop

until we figure out what it is.