untitled (song grouping)

April 12, 2010

in a dream so real,
dreamed I killed God,
then woke up,
only to stir my “Seek Up” coffee
with a tiny spoon.
then fell back asleep
beneath my dreaming tree

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Antasom

April 3, 2010

My head needs another flush. If only I knew what ‘flushed’ it last time and when to justify that statement. I seem to justify, or have have the need to justify myself even when no one is around. Odd. Unnecessary.

Then my words go silent.
Silent.
Psy-lent

Words were lent to the psychiactric ward. “Will they come back?” asked the writer. “Why did they leave?” he asked. If I were to say they were stolen, that would give reason for another to make another acusation of me.

a
no
ther

acuse
sensation

of
me

untitled

April 2, 2010

quiet man sits
silent
desolate
alienated
when the vision’s so far away
he can’t see the road in front of him

quiet man hides
alone
distraught
numb

when the power line’sĀ been severed
by the unknown ghost wondering the room