Here's my voice to listen to on a lonely night.
Tag: postaweek
Lyrics
Yeah I'm here and we're here and we're seemin' okay but we don't know what we're doin. No we don't know what we're doin. No we don't no we don't no we don't no we don't. And we find ourselves in our town in our time and we're workin with what we've got. And we… Continue reading Lyrics
Turning and Churning
Molding and melting, folding and pelting, greasing and gassing, holding and passing. Letting up a tad to see it spin out, grabbing on tight and trying not to shout. Bingeing on the hard stuff, dying just to last, crying with your hands cuffed, hell has come and passed.
Clock
Tick-tock goes the clock for all but the dead. It goes up and down, fast and slow but never stops. Craters fill, mountains fall and I feel so small. Could causality be the only thing to cause anxiety? If ever the clock went back, only for a day or two, how neat would it be… Continue reading Clock
Twelve Certainties and Suggestions
The twelve things of life: You were born of a consequence of programming, not of divine intention. Just because nature has instilled instincts in you, does not mean those instincts are rightful. Moderation in all affairs is not only the key to longevity, but healthy prosperity. Letting go and moving forward is the only way… Continue reading Twelve Certainties and Suggestions
Strange
Strange it always comes in the night, where all my mind that eyes can't hide reveal the side thought sterilized; a doctor and a mister. Two sides to a coin, once believed one eloign, but nevermore, lest delusion be reborn. They live inside me, fazed to a non-existent centre, inside which I might find peace… Continue reading Strange
