I heard the battle raging on the other side of the wall. Buried my head in a pillow and tried to ignore it all. Every night when I hear you I dream of breaking down your door.
I don't trust the government. I don't trust alternatives. It's not that I'm paranoid. It's just that's the way it is. . Everyday I hear a little scream inside.
I'm a soldier in the forever wars. No photos of a family in my wallet. Got no ID, no credit cards, I don't exist. I never have, I never have. . Raised in jungles I quickly learned to read the trees.
Coming up from the sound. It's got you swimming around. Metal's crushing your bones. As you hit the ground. No blood no foul. Back into the pool. No diving from here.
(speedy/keen). . Call out the instigators because there's something in the air,. We got to get together sooner or later because the revolutions here,.
I see the pestilence outside my window. I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high. I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street. I face the morning with my customary sigh.
She's got a photograph of David Bowie. In a Victorian hand made frame. Signed backstage by a roadie in his name. She's got Hemingway in her bedside table.
Good morning, good afternoon. And what have you got to say?. Well, I'm waiting but I can't stay long. It's such a lovely day. . There's a time to be talking.
I saw the stars in your eyes. And I knew it was puppy school love. xxx. You saw the twinkle in mine. Then we both knew it was time to hold our breath.
A hand held over a candle in angst-fuelled bravado. A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm. Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu. And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far.
People got problems that they can't work out. So their sense cracks. I read the paper and I watch the news. It don't give me the blues. . It just gives me the blacks.
--- "Shortcut to Somewhere" Taken from the movie "Quicksilver" ---. He was a fallen angel from the Tower of Babble. Strung out on a high wire. Another skyline drifter, an immaculate stranger.
Sheltering her ego on the edge of the floodlight's arc. She'll contemplate seduction, calculate the catch. When she moved her presence speared me. When she spoke her words ensnared me.
I said yes but she kept sayin' no. Yeah the scent was in the air. Was it a rose. I said excuse me ma'am. But you tweekin' my nose. She slapped him in the face.
Storm clouds cruising cross the blue skies. Shadows float across the fields of barley. I find myself an island in an island. I have to sort things out just my way.
I cannot get over legitimately. The reality of my surroundings. Do not point to the sky, so why should I even try. When there's nothin' out there to be.
Born in the 1940's, my parents couldn't vote. X and king was on a march for power true. Black power that is, panther's and their attitudes. Were fresh new business suits, yes, yeah, yeah.
Hunched fetal in the corner of my soul. My fingernails are bleeding. From climbing up the wall. . This time you really hurt me right down to the core.
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts. One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned.. Yet another emotional suicide, overdosed on sentiment and pride.
Slick Nick stole the reindeer from the zoo. Fell down my chimney with a keg of brew. Put my dog out in the cold. Ripped off the candy from my socks. Smokin' cloves and drinkin' Scotch.