an oldie but a goodie....
Better than watching Geller bending silver spoons.
Better than witnessing new born nebulas in bloom.
She who sees from 'up high' smiles and surely sings.
Perspective pries her once weighty eyes and it
Gives you wings.
I haven't felt the way I feel today
In so long it's hard for me to specify.
I'm beginning to notice how much this feels
Like a waking limb... in pins and needles,
Nice to know you, good-bye...
Nice to know you... to know you
Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go.
Higher than the heights of what we often think we know.
Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees.
To obtain a 'birds eye' is to turn a blizzard to a breeze.
I haven't felt the way I feel today
In so long it's hard for me to specify.
I'm beginning to notice how much this
Feels like a waking limb... pins and needles,
Nice to know you, Good-bye...
Nice to Know You,
To know... You
So could it be that it had been there all along?
I haven't felt the way I feel today
In so long it's hard for me to specify.
I'm beginning to notice how much this
Feels like a waking limb... pins and needles,
Nice to know you, Good-bye...
Nice to Know You
To know...You
Monday, June 8, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
we laugh indoors by Death Cab for Cutie
when we laugh indoors, the blissful tones bounce off the walls and fall to the ground.
peel the hardwood back to let them loose from decades trapped and listen so still.
this city is my home, construction noise all day long and gutter punks are bumming change.
so I breed thicker skin and let my lustrous coat fill in and I'll never admit that
I loved you guenivere.
I've always fallen fast with too much trust in the promise that "no one's ever been here, so you can quell those wet fears."
I want purity, I must have it here right now.
but don't you get me started now.
December's chill comes late, the days get darker and we wait for this direness to pass.
there are piles on the floor of artifacts from dresser drawers, and I'll help you pack.
peel the hardwood back to let them loose from decades trapped and listen so still.
this city is my home, construction noise all day long and gutter punks are bumming change.
so I breed thicker skin and let my lustrous coat fill in and I'll never admit that
I loved you guenivere.
I've always fallen fast with too much trust in the promise that "no one's ever been here, so you can quell those wet fears."
I want purity, I must have it here right now.
but don't you get me started now.
December's chill comes late, the days get darker and we wait for this direness to pass.
there are piles on the floor of artifacts from dresser drawers, and I'll help you pack.
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