mountains and molehills, just manmade

send for the gallows, it's time to lay down the law
we'll hang this architect for all he's worth
overlooking every last bridge he built
his handywork
it might as well have been the rope around his neck
he never saw much beauty in this city
and as blank eyes woke up once more
he promised himself he would burn it all down
dance in the firelight, there is beauty in destruction
there is beauty in this naked flame

is it amongst every last fist we throw
every word etched in stone and flesh
is our human nature flawed?
cause we fight for our dreams and when we get there we just want that little bit more
desperation sets fire to these very bottles we drink from
and then tosses them our way
but you can bet they remember his name
live by whatever you have, but you will die by the blade
whether it be broken glass spilled of your own accord
or knife thrust straight into your chest
when we are six feet under we are all the same

overdressed for decay
a rock lies above me with some half hearted words
and etched above lies my name
in a few more years it'll be worthless too
nobody ever looked out for me
so when i fall down for the very last time
i'm taking my acheivements with me
such disrespect for what i've done and what i've been through
shows exactly what we have become
darwin was right, we fight for survival, but then die tired
nobody ever looked out for me
mr hangman, take it away
i gave you my life story, now lets bring it to an end

history repeats itself

[it's true, history repeats itself]

i was looking through my closet, when i found some old writings of mine. i think i wrote them the beginning of grade 10. each are just short, separate poem things. here you go...


he's the unsuspecting victim
of her unsupected rage
and his thoughts remain tangled
as she turns and walks away

i sing lullabyes
under the quiet of blue skies
and you'll know where to find me
when you hear my mumbled cries

and i'm living in this shoebox
which is my tiny escape
the shoes my expensive haven
but the box my lonely place

she asked me the definition of love
and i said that love is something that you feel
something that you feel for someone else
a emotion that you can't escape from
but an emotion that escapes from you

i'd like to say
those things i can't say
but then what would be the point
of calling them things i can't say

so lay down my loved one
listen to the words of your loved one
sleep well on this bed of nails
don't wake up till tomorrow

watermark

i count to three and grin
you smile and let me in
we sit and watch the wall you painted purple
speech will spill on space
our little cups of grace
but pauses rattle on about the way that you cut the snow-fence,
braved the blood,
the metal of those hearts that you always end up pressing your tongue to
how your body still remembers things you told it to forget
how those furious affections followed you

i've got this store-bought way of saying i'm okay,
and you learned how to cry in total silence
we're talented and bright
we're lonely and uptight
we've found some lovely ways to disappoint,
but the airport's almost empty this time of the year,
so let's go play on a baggage carousel
set our watches forward like we're just arriving here
from a past we left in a place we knew too well

i had intention of posting before i left this weekend

so i followed up on that intention


time my run and see how far
it takes for me to reach a star,
and look back with triumphant gaze
and never see you, only space.

happiness to slide away,
with just cause a smile grows faint,
friends can't part like Red Sea waves,
despondent Gods can never save.

drift in peace, and sail to space,
float round planets of my face,
watch me from your falling star
and fall away, and fall afar.

quietly dissolve in time,
escape the shadows of my mind.
leave me here, with just a trace,
so all I have is time and space.

be a star, and fall to me,
mirror my astrology.
be a ship, forever flight,
and silently pass in my night.