Sunday, July 15, 2007

The Dave Matthews Song Man

Can't see the light
Open up my head and let me out, little baby
'Cause here we have been standing for a long, long time
Treading trodden trails for a long, long time
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say

...and yet we say nothing. To each other. Everyone I speak to about you will comment, on the redness of my cheeks, the brighness of my eyes, the laughter that fast becomes incessant.
Crazy how it feels tonight
Crush me with the things you do
Sitting smoking feeling high
And in this moment it feels so right
Im smiling, but I dont know why. Perhaps, I have to wait for you to tell me to stop.
Rain on me in my dream,
and time drives my mind
oh Im not safe
and no one can save you
for some reason talk to me
I talk to you, I talk to myself
talk to someone else
Something to get lost in, a gallery of protraits that runs endlessly. Each face in it strikes a chord. You remember something else, and it makes you laugh and look eagerly at the next painting on the wall.
And now our finest hour arrives,
See the pig dressed in his finest fine
And all the believers stand behind him and smile
And the day lights up with fire
Let me in
Let me in
I stopped feeling crazed, betrayed
Out on my window ledge
How much do you have to touch a persons mind before you can touch their bodies?
I fall so hard inside the idea of you
That's why with you I can't say what I mean
Wanna stay but I think
God get me outta here
I fall so hard inside the idea of you

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Perspective

Across a table on the deck of his ship, Davy Jones and I sized each other up. We werent enemies in the strictest sense, too detached really to hate each other. We didnt need to meet but we were here, bored and curious, seeking a way to distract ourselves from the burdens that we carried.

He grasped the dice that lay between us with a hand that was withered and mottled and encrusted with decay. The dice rolled and we watched, again without much interest, and only a hint of concentration.

"I would give anything to be you"

The words surprised him. He looked into my eyes and he could see I meant it. Behind me he watched my home, spread out over a vast piece of land, he glanced at the jewellry that encircled my wrists and glinted at my ears. His eyes wandered over my body, young and healthy, smooth skin and tight muscles, pleasingly shaped. My feet, that could walk on land or on the decks of ships at sea whenever and wherever I chose, were what held his gaze. He did not understand.

I brought his hand to my chest, and held it over my heart. My heart, that screamed with every beat. My heart that was withered with pain, mottled with anguish and encrusted with longing, my blasted heart that wouldnt die of the deep wounds it bled from.

"My heart cannot be cut out and left on a beach, alone in its anguish, in puinishment of its betrayal, away from me."

The wind picked up, singing a sad song in mockery of our loving.

"I would give anything to be you"

Monday, June 04, 2007

Stand by Your Man

Have you ever felt constraind by the laws of society?

I used have the perfect man, for me. Yes I know, its hard to say that at 22 and mean it, espeacially since I had him when I was 16, but truly, I have never met anyone who was so suited to me. It was like taking two halves of a mind and joining it together. Finding the person who knew the joke you were going to make up, because they were making it up too. There was a lot of laughter back then. A LOT of laughter.

But (yes that was coming obviously)

Though our minds fit, and our personalities fit, and we really knew each other, I found myself forever reluctant to leap into what I think would have been an awesum twosome. The reason? We are not a perfect fit, in the material sense. The real world is a wall that we could not cross, the bonds of societies ever watching gaze kept us from commiting.

Oh fine, Ill be clear.

He's short and runty and Im tall and un-runty.

I know I know, this is shallow and mean spirited, but which gurl doesnt want that? We all grow up with pictures in our heads, and this boy, no matter how much he made me laugh and understood me, never figured in that picture. He just couldnt be that guy.

Of course that isnt the only reason why this didnt work out, for those reasons youll have to go to his blog and no Im not linking, but in the many many years since we were not together, when we have both been alone and in touch and laughing together, I never once took that step, or even considered taking it.

A gurl just shouldnt have to bend to kiss her man.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Use your Imagination

You can ask me 3 questions...Any three, no matter how personal, private, or random.

I have to answer them honestly
(And you've just got to trust that I *will* answer honestly)

IN RETURN, you have to post this message in your own blog and you have to answer the questions that are asked to you.
(Note: If the question is too personal or whatever, I dont *have* to post the answers up here... the asker of the question, however, will get an honest reply in private...)