kenestheticchaos

The Forest & The Moat

noreply@blogger.com (M) — Sat, 17 Jul 2010 15:48:00 +0000

she runs through the forest
fog pulling at her hopes
flying away every night
its the only way she copes

he says he will but never does
rowing through his own moats
where can he pull it all out
in a place where he always floats

they look for another, not noticing the other
the forest and the moat
all is well in the land of of hell
the forest and the moat

blindness runs through the trees of night
and the dreams begin to fade
who is he and from where does he come
all she can see is for who she was made

wet are the dreams of a captain
promises go in vain
where is she and from where does she come
all he can see is the nasty stain.

they look for another, not noticing the other
the forest and the moat
all is well in the land of of hell
the forest and the moat

noreply@blogger.com (M) — Fri, 22 May 2009 14:07:00 +0000

where does he slip to?
the place we all do
the place of old and new
the place i slip through

who's the pawn? take a peak
see the dawn, it hide and seek

how to show your face?
lead horse through this race
i know i have the grace
to be in this hungry place

who's the pawn? take a peak
see the dawn, it hide and seek

make a move and see
black and white will be
akward to have to flee
i bow with broken knee

who's the pawn? take a peak
see the dawn, it hide and seek

A Winning Hand

noreply@blogger.com (M) — Sat, 21 Feb 2009 02:41:00 +0000

Verse 1
so why do you run through the street
talking bad about all the fellows you meet
and never swerving to keep your train on the track?
i know that he knows your love is sweet
but does he know you ride him like a flea
don't worry about me, he's the one with the heart attack

Prechorus
and so we run to the gate
wishing that it's not to late

Chorus
you say i'm traveling in a lost land
but don't you worry, honey i'm with the band
i'm not bluffin, i think i'll just stand
i've got a winning hand

Verse2
strings at attached will be too late
but instead your bones will ache
can't you see that love is not so far away?
why can't you let your fingers slip
into a coma and relax a bit
His breath will make your destiny want to stay.

Prechorus
and so we run to the gate
wishing that it's not to late

Chorus
you say i'm traveling in a lost land
but don't you worry, honey i'm with the band
i'm not bluffin, i think i'll just stand
i've got a winning hand

Bridge
and the crisp grip of a hand so rare
like diamonds moving through the air
take your back and strip it bare
never again will you feel the sting of dispair

Prechorus
and so we run to the gate
wishing that it's not to late

Chorus
you say i'm traveling in a lost land
but don't you worry, honey i'm with the band
i'm not bluffin, i think i'll just stand
i've got a winning hand

they called her name sincere

noreply@blogger.com (M) — Sat, 21 Feb 2009 01:45:00 +0000

once upon a time there was a harlot
who flew off her handle in a loud shot
she rang out across the ball room
and landed in the arms of a young groom

they lived forever after the moon
in a room of doom cooked into a nice brew
but never could hear the warning boom
because she road around on a broom

her mouth was raw and her voice a mirror
and they called her name sincere
her eyes cut through but and stare was fear
and they called her name sincere.

i know the smell of her breath
it is so familiar, but not so fresh
her hair is sweet but a matted mess
you can't see her but your no less

your free to look from your dress or tie
and judge her prison cell with a lie
i'm the champion of the world in a while
seems all to familiar, a log in my eye

her mouth was raw and her voice a mirror
and they called her name sincere
her eyes cut through but and stare was fear
and they called her name sincere.

Now I need a cane

noreply@blogger.com (M) — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 03:41:00 +0000

Bunsen burners cuddle my coldness
And I know you are mine all mine
I'm a scared new mom w blindness
Rocks her polar baby. It's all fine

I like to be gone all the time
Strum the guitar of silence
Dylan wouldn't know a rhyme
If this hands could make any sense.

I don't know that I could see anyone else
my loose lips may sink what I felt
Both my thumbs should fit
If I only had a brain.

Now I need this cane.
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Knowing this song so well

noreply@blogger.com (M) — Sun, 11 Jan 2009 02:33:00 +0000

Forks swallow the lamp of the sun
Forbiding the night to cast its spell.
with capes ablaze I run
Knowing this song so well.

Tough knots in my stomach
As your presence cuts through the night
All your breath slips up my spine
Making the comfort of the darkness all right.

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Chained

noreply@blogger.com (M) — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 03:47:00 +0000

chains heal my lemon colored tongue
how could i have said that. how could i?
frames steal me from the bottom rung
how could i have done that. how could i?

fences hold me back from the back floor
when i see their eyes turn to mud
fences run through me looking for the door
when will i learn that it's flesh and blood

Red is the color of what i have made
dust to dust, i am a man who will fade
but not yet, i must run with this blade
never made to fade the blade is my grade.

I feel chained remained, disdained, and all drained.
I will learn! Mean while... chained.

a noon day nap

noreply@blogger.com (M) — Sun, 28 Dec 2008 21:35:00 +0000

the sun overcast as his beams peal through

and shine on the bigness of mornings dew
the grasshopper stares like he knows my soul
but i'm wet and can't find my crawling hole

melancholy smiles swell from the core
of lollipops that were never enough for more
but today i am happy to have the crumb
of a life that was here, and here to come.

your love is always enough when i am here
and sweet and lovely on a day of fear
sway this way and that, even on a map
effective is the color of a noon day nap

Scream

noreply@blogger.com (M) — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 20:19:00 +0000

Wilting into an ash tray sets the scene
Impoverished the execution of period pointers
Depicting an era of your past
With a frame of an epic breath

Super grains morph from beautiful stock
And my public persona hides his lock
Will I be a portable construction of press
Or fresh air of methodology with a smile

Hopefully a wine worth sharing
A performance woth making
When its over it must die
And the song sound new and in the moment

Intence desire to make cohesive
The want to be changing faces
Billy the kid running inside
Swerving along the stream

Scream...

a love surreal

noreply@blogger.com (M) — Fri, 05 Dec 2008 15:27:00 +0000

why does not one see the visions of spender.

only mine and thiers only the line that splenters.

one day you will lead us to a path that is one.

with them... and a i call my self a son?

i need to see your presence surround.

aware of your peace and power to circle.

need to say you are my strength. you are the cliff.

thank you for weilding the flute of power through rift.

kill them with the sponge of sweat and a love surreal.

they are my friends so where does that leave how i feel?
all i have is your hand to smooth the crease
and my words that burn to cease.

no hammer spands the time that quenches my tongue.

to be trusted or distained? am i the one
they fear? or the one they follow?

all i want is to lead them, so the pain i swallow.

so is this what it's like when i don't trust you?
when i ignore the sacrifice you made?

i'm sorry i've caused it...a constant rain
how close i feel, sharing your pain.

wounds that heal and open hourly?

where is your endurance. may i touch it?

may i see it's uglyness and scars? may i have a taste.

it would go well with my wounds. does it ever have a face?

or would it keep me from your arms if it did?

for better or worse i walk and refuse to sit.

may i have some of the healing words that flow from your fist?

may i drink them as a man dying from this risk.

holy spirit please release me to flow where you are.

never what i only see but you to clearly see through

swerve around thier hearts like rings of dispise.

never forsake the promise of lunch when they hunger for your eyes.

tell me that you'll open your eyes and see the one i am.

the one i want to be, the one i never can.

shall i lay down and die in this guilt
or fight to the dawn with what you have built.

Will it light?

noreply@blogger.com (M) — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 20:21:00 +0000

My concience sits on the shelf
Mocking the mirror within myself
My ego grows big like an elf
Framing the fame of himself

Standing insults shrink the hero
Who is drawn in one sweet stroke.
Stars of confidence equal zero
So where are the diamond you have spoke?

Wondering in a map that is here
There or maybe even nowhere
Searching for the footing in his ear
So easy to lift this coal
But will It light? I fear

thinking of when

noreply@blogger.com (M) — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 22:05:00 +0000

As the blood trickled down your skin

know you were thinking of when

I would need someone like you

how could you do it for someone like me?

I was helpless, i was worthless

I don’t deserve the love you give

I am sinless, i am forgiven

You deserve more than i can give

When you took on yourself my sin

I know you were thinking of when

I would need someone to hold me

Through the lightning, thunder & wind