20 February, 2009 at 23:40 (Uncategorized)

It’s all echoes and distortions from where I sit.
And I needed someone to hold me,
I couldn’t help it,
He didn’t mind.
It’s all distortions and I can’t tell if you are saying just what you mean,
I don’t think you are,
but they have.
So do I act on the distortions?
Or do I act on the dreams?
Or do I make a one choke on his decisions and take the maybe instead…
because thats a better dream than right now real,
if you ask me,
but no one did,
because I can’t make decisions for you,
like you can’t make decisions for me,
and it’s all the sound and fury of the echoes at the bottom of this tree.
And I’m sitting watching you climb,
and that’s all I ever wanted,
and I’m sitting watching you climb,
and suddenly I’m haunted…
but all these echoes around me,
and I’m wondering if maybe I should climb too,
never next to you,
just a little way behind because then maybe this distortion wouldn’t leave me quite so blind.
I pulled a one down to my level and he never even complained.
But you’re climbing there still and he takes your hand in his,
I needed holding after this.
He didn’t mind.
Because I’m sat there watching and suddenly theres less to see,
because I brought a one tumbling through the branches to sit and watch with me,
when there were dreams to chase,
and none of them mine, just the kind I like watching.
The sort thats on my mind,
through these echoes and distortions and these scrapes which are none too kind,
I need to know if you mind me now,
watching as you climb, because I got so comfortable here, and theres a lot that’s on my mind…
My ears are full of noises, and I’m not so sure it’s you I hear,
theres too many branches crashing and the echoes and the din…
it’s too much, and I’m just sitting here,
remembering when you held me, and wishing I could say,
this never happened, none of it, I never came close to being this way.
But I did and I am, who I was born to be,
I guess that I’m just hoping you’ll take this one away from me,
and still somehow allow my presence at the foot of your tree.


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18 February, 2009 at 13:28 (Uncategorized)

That’s it, all gone then,
Not even the grace had I
to end it full of destiny and magic.
Just a nothing on nothing sheets,
a nothing wind whistling down nothing streets.
I could never speak to you,
in flowers or any other language,
and there was a line along which we almost touched,
but never could.
It was true I only dreamed then.
Woken up in the cold now,
without you.

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Amidst the Surf

8 February, 2009 at 13:11 (Uncategorized)

Let me play in the shallows then,
as I watch the ships and boats head out for the deeps,
Do not ask me to follow them,
to depths I do not wish to reach,
for I have dived and I have swum and
always here I have returned,
to swim and play in the shallows,
to tan and rarely get burned.
Oh let me play in the shallows,
before the ships go out to the depths,
let me dance in the surf with the creatures
who’ll never forget,
the taste of the salt and the scents in the air,
and the way the wind whipped the breakers,
and the way that we danced and continued to dance,
and the way that we did not care,
for the dance was the thing and the shallows the place,
that I dance in the sun and the sea
with the wind on my face,
and I cannot breathe for laughing.
So I’ll dance in the shallows and watch the ships go on,
and I’ll dance with the fish, and the birds,
and go on in the shallows,
do not ask me to come with you,
into the highest of seas,
for I cannot go,
only think of me dancing in the shallows,
when the sea has brung you low,
for it will toss you on high again,
but I will always have been in the sunlight
and salt of the shallows,
watching where you are seen,
in the glints and flashes of ocean,
in the depths and shadows of sea.
But I will not follow except with my eyes,
and continue to dance amidst breakers and chance,
my luck at the edge of the sea.

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5 February, 2009 at 23:13 (Uncategorized)

This isn’t deja vu, for sure,
and yet, there’s something a little odd
in the taste of this wind
that brings snow
something, who knows,
just, let me have you hold me a little longer,
wait until the wind blows stronger
and we’ve lain upon the heather on the moors.
Theres something odd on the taste of this wind,
and I would conquer mountains yet,
just a little more of you and me,
just a little more,
and lets wait on the wind.
This isn’t deja-vu
but the taste, of the wind…
something, perhaps in the snow.

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2 February, 2009 at 12:42 (Uncategorized)

Oh I am in heaven as the flaskes come tumbling down,
and every little moment amongst them
as the flakes come crumbling aloong the ground
For life is this delicious and every moment is now,
we are come here we are paused here,
and everything I have done I gave to you.

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