A Twist!

PURGE

The purge of the insensitivity from my mind,

the unpleasing feel of blades scraping the steel floor,

Can you be the one who helps,

or will it be someone outside of these walls?

Escape the cave,

looking for light,

don't wonder off to far,

Purging is going on,

and purging is what I want,

for both you and I,

Becoming blind to life,

Let  them take and scan,

what they think is  I,

It will be the absolute truth that they seek,

but all they will find is a lie,

stung along by those that they follow.

 

SEARCHING FOR...

I went looking for knowledge,

no more how it was created,

and I came upon a stone,

lonely and old,

it whispered to me,

all of the secrets that I needed to know,

I laughed and cried,

nothing could ever be the same,

I had learned it all,

I picked up the stone,

and skipped it across the pond,

the ripples seemed infinite,

but after time the ceased,

and then I learned,

nothing can always be,

I fell to the ground,

and started to weep,

and the moss took over me,

and soon a young man came to me,

asking for knowledge,

and I learned that I had became to stone,

but I could not bite my lip,

and the knowledge slid out,.

and soon I joined my old friend at the bottom of the pond.

IN SILENCE YOU'LL FIND

There, sit there

Do not stand,

there, sit there

do not speak

your words are poison,

There, sit there,

ask not why,

just obey that that I know the truth,

Let me sit down and speak with you,

Trust that I know the truth,

All I want it the best for you,

if you want what I want to give

Want to give,

want to give,

Going to have to take all the things that I have to give,

I want to give it all

Give it all

give it all

like the small wave that you see off in the distance,

that washes away the castles made of and.

It will all be taken away,

washed away.

So sit down,

and hush,

let me fill your ear,

trust that I know the truth.

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Sloppy for me

Your my own succubus with a personal touch,

with your cheap aviator sunglasses,

that you claim are Ray-Bans,

Things that you say are twisted white lies,

that tiptoe out of your mouth,

you claim that you've tried to keep your lips shut,

I think that next time I'll hand you a pair of vise grips,

or some needle and thread,

and you can sew that incompetent hole shut,

I want to be with you,

if only to touch and your easiness on my eyes,

your pale cool skin,day,

Like a warm winter

your coolness is what intrigued me to start,

but with every sentence your fumble together I start to lose hope,

drop a line in the lake and let's see what we can dredge up,

spitball with the fish and maybe things will change,

the moons getting closer and the tides coming in,

let go of your clothes and close your mouth

grant me one wish please.

The rain beats me

Outside can you hear the rain?

Tap, tap, tap,

as the rain falls on the copper roof,

a hazy green,

the fog darkens the color of your caramel eyes,

undaunted by your flaunting silhouette,

I possess the much need etiquette,

for these times to go more smoothly.

No job for weeks,

no brick laying in the rain,

I'd stand with my hand out,

hoping for a handout,

but if I told you this I'd be lying,

rather I spent my time,

smoking cigarettes and drinking beer,

and the dirty dime,

with the ladies that make the pope cry.

Night after night,

I would tell you a lie,

take the dollars from your purse,

and ask a lady to hop on my lap,

Dance,

Dance,

Dance,

Whiskey chased with beer,

drunkenly stumbling home,

slip in and hope you don't know,

that it's 4 and I'm just coming home,

lay with you in the bed,

and wait till you wake and go off,

to work you'll go,

and I'll spend the day chasing dreams away,

thinking that I should be richer then I am,

but trying to do is something I don't want to do,

So once you get home,

I'll lie about about my day,

and things will stay the same.

Suits

I took out my best suit,
the one made of tweed,

but it must have been some time,

since I've dusted it off,

the moths had their way with it,

too few patches that I could fine,

and damn if I didn't try,

I spent a few minutes looking,

don't you know,

Saw the curtains,

justing hanging there,

dammit I've got an important interview,

and it came as a thought,

but in the end,

I slipped in on,

made no fuss,

stepped out into the winter blues,

and let the wind rip through.

STUFF

BLACK AND WHITE

I took the way that I loved you from old black and white films,

where they sing and dance,

and make unseen love in a sunlit bedroom,

I took your cues,

as I let my hands wonder,

I caught the glimpse of wonder in your emerald eyes,

you knew just what I wanted to do,

let loose a button,

let go of your distress,

and slide out of that dress,

lay on your back and count the stars in the shining sky,

let my magic hands take heed,

no longer will your heart bleed,

spring board with a scream,

these are the things you never see in old black and white films,

making love in a dark room,

with an empty bottle of rum ,

not even the first one,

everything seems like it never should of seemed,

you look at me,

it's never as good the first,

and neither is this,

a million times it seems,

I've let loose this top button,

held my hands up high,

but now your hands seem like brick,

sinking in the sea,

there ain't no magic in them anymore,

turn off the lights and lets call it a night.

WEIGHTED DOWN BY PLASTIC SUITS

I've grown tired of your tweed suits and scents of cigars,

the flaring tails of these dying stars and martini's being spilled,

the backlash of the batting of your long eyelashes,

I cannot trace the stars at night anymore,

No longer can I lay in the grass,

The weeds in the back are past knee high,

Stowed back in the closet is your old leather jacket,

would you put on the lace and fishnet just one more night?

You could say that we're both apart of this,

but I just don't know,

I'm too old fashioned,

you ask me if this is love,

I'd hold a gun to another mans head,

if his glance came at you wrong,

and you'd still ask me just the same,

you argue when I light my cigarettes,

while one dances on your lips,

justice and love,

I'll pour you vodka over ice,

and I'll take Johnny Walker blue,

sit back in our lawn chairs and stare at the moon.

SLOW

Tight walking under the moonlight two minutes past midnight,

I set off this night under the premise it would be solo,

drinking milk straight from the jug sidewalk chalking,

I'd give myself the old pat on the back for the things that I've done.

SLIPPING DOWN THE SLIDE

skipping rocks on the river,

drinking moonshine,

and apple pie whiskey,

slinging shots out into the rain.

simple times with the pipe,

dreaming bigger then mountains grow high,

foolishness is polished with my big,

my big wooden stick

sticky things these situations seems to be,

believe me I'd rather be,

Skipping rocks on the river,

drinking moonshine,

and apple pie whiskey,

slinging shots out into the rain,

driving down the old route,

picking up ladies sticking out their thumbs,

only if they've got the hills,

that give a good ride,

but they hop on in and start to talk,

I'd rather be,

skipping rocks on the river,

drinking moonshine,

and apple pie whiskey,

slinging shots out into the rain.

SPIT ON THEM

Looking at all these women in the eyes,

brutal blue,

sunset kisses,

swelling up my lips,

swollen eyes,

bleeding on the inside.

Someone is looking at me cursing me,

looking up at the blue skies,

brutish looks sullen swallows,

I'd ask to be vulcanized,

maybe then I'd spend more time,

reading books,

then looking up skirts,

I'd ask you to say what would Ernest Hemingway say?

The look on your face would offer no excuse,

ask you to take off your bling,

and lay next to me,

and lay asleep.

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DROP A ROCK IN THE RIVER

Up and down this river road,

watching the rainfall and river rise,

crash against the rocks along the the river bank,

I went looking For God that day,

but he was never lost.

So I kicked it into over-drive,

swinging from the tree,

There's a rope swinging for the three,

with someone looking like me,

dropping to the water disappearing,

I went looking for him and got only my reflection,

and then I knew that he was I,

So I continued on this rough and rugged road.

MIDNIGHT KISSED

Lay your head on heaving chest,

Feel my breath slipping out of my lungs,

feel my pulse race,

I can only blame you,

I can only blame you,

You've got me hot,

with your low cut shirts,

and mini skirts,

Letting your hair flow,

burning right through me with those eyes.

Crawl inside,

see what I've got to give,

I know I've got enough,

But for you?

Is what I want to know.

Let me wrap you in these arms of mine.

You've got me hot,

with your low cut shirts,

and mini skirts,

letting your hair flow,

let it flow it all over me,

and give me your love,

give all your love to me.

SWEEPING HEART BEATS

Ominous glass of red wine,

sitting on the table sweating,

just like me,

as I wait as the clock clicks the minutes away,

waiting for you to walk through the door,

closing on midnight,

and your a no show,

I think I'll kiss another girl tonight,

maybe that sweet thing that always gawking at me,

your a no show,

a no show,

and got no love growing between this thing,

lighting my cigarette,

looking over the frozen river,

from the stoop your father built,

but the time is slipping by,

and this love is a no go,

your a no show,

it's way past midnight,

I think I'll buy that sweet thing,

some morning food,

and take her back to our bed,

and get rid of all the thoughts I've had of you.

COCKY

Blame it on my cocky attitude,

but these times the lights dim low,

and your hands runs slow,

up and down my back,

and through my hair,

stick with me,

time will fly,

we'll go swimming with no clothes,

watch the empties float down the river.

You say that loving me is hard,

blame it on the little blue pills,

25 ain't seventeen,

things aren't doing what they're suppose to,

too much drinking and late nights,

cooking steaks and drinking wines,

stick with me,

time will fly,

we'll go swimming with no clothes,

watch the empties float down the river,

things will never be like when we sixteen,

but we can kiss,

for every minute that we let pass,

BLUE JEANS

Wake up in the morning feeling bulletproof,

this girls got me feelings loose,

ain't no breaking free,

got me weak at the knee's,

give me some of that loving please,

please,

please,

don't go letting me go,

this days going to take a little longer,

we'll pull on through,

and I'll slip on in,

and we'll watch the water fall from the sky,

early day turn to early night,

got me looking for my effing jeans,

pool sticks broke in half,

no need for your to kiss me good bye,

rather just say good night,

and pour the coffee back in,

this days going to take a little longer,

we'll pull on through,

and I'll slip on in,

we'll listen to the rain make a splash,

watch as late night turns to early noon,

babe I'm waking up,

felling bulletproof,

and your lips,

your lips and what they do,

have got me loose.

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