tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56547801802859381602024-03-05T05:00:22.155-08:00Knitting FactoryKnitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-25143005501741261572014-06-06T06:41:00.001-07:002014-06-06T06:41:30.921-07:00Put You're Fingers In Your EarsI'm smiling but my blue eyes can't lie,<br />To love her,<br />To let her go,<br />However misleading a feeling,<br />Just hope for the best,<br />
Swim for the stars,<br />
Even if its just mini steps.<br />
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If I put my fingers in my ears,<br />Will you love me,<br />She says you're better than him,<br />
But not better for her,<br />
All the things I can't say,<br />
Keep me awake,<br />
To turn the other cheek,<br />
But still just in and out of reach.<br />
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The rain soaks into my skin,<br />And drips from my brow,<br />
As I sit and wonder,<br />
About where I have been,<br />
The when the here and now,<br />
Faces that woken,<br />As I walked into a room,<br />
The cruel words that been spoken,<br />
And who we said them too.<br />
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Silences and cheers,<br />
That have come and gone,<br />
All memories linger of optimism,<br />
On a backdrop of what may or might have gone wrong,<br />
But a lesson learned is like money won,<br />
As sweet as a kiss from a special one,<br />
I bare my soul to you,<br />
All my love and hate is been and gone,<br />
We know we'll make it through,<br />
Every right and wrong.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-4796055169143292582014-03-20T10:55:00.001-07:002014-03-20T10:55:20.385-07:00''All We Have Is These Pictures''Now all we have is these pictures,<br />You're so busy,<br />You're forgiven,<br />
I saw a picture of the future,<br />And the house we lived in,<br />With the flowers in the porch,<br />With the streetlight flickering,<br />From the reflection of the water.<br />
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Now we pass on by,<br />Sometime soon,<br />Let's go outside,<br />With our hands clasped tightly,<br />Just wander everywhere,<br />The twinkles in our eyes shining brightly,<br />Maybe sometime soon with no goodbyes,<br />Or passing bye,<br />No ripples in the reflections of the water.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-6897627919531308392014-01-20T16:09:00.001-08:002014-01-20T16:09:49.980-08:00Orchestra Of StarlingsFind somewhere for me when I'm crying,<br />Nowhere near a pedestal,<br />Search out an alcove while I'm dying,<br />Where the rains does not touch,<br />Where the dramas disintegrate into nothing much,<br />Speak to me softly,<br />It's so loud outside,<br />Find me a some solice, where I can spare two minutes to hide.<br />
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Talk me out from slumber,<br />Trick me into daylight,<br />Lets lay our fingerprints into the snow,<br />Where only we really know,<br />Before the cherry trees blossom,<br />Tell me jokes and stories my darling,<br />Slip away with any fairies,<br />Fall asleep to the orchestra of starlings.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-81884630601876846592014-01-10T16:22:00.001-08:002014-01-10T16:22:27.413-08:00''Everyone Your Best Friend''Walking an adventure,<br />To no amends,<br />Just one full stop is certain,<br />Sat and watched the light descend,<br />Seen a prophet in each person,<br />Everyone your best friend.<br /><br />Brought a change so inevitable,<br />And fell by the roadside,<br />Opened up the car doors,<br />For everyone worthwhile.<div>
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Everyone your best friend,<br />For only one night,<br />Even when the last bell rings,<br />And they're out for a fight.</div>
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Walking an adventure,<br />To no amends,<br />Just one full stop is certain,<br />Sat and watched the light descend,<br />Seen a prophet in each person,<br />Everyone your best friend.</div>
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Looking out on floating waves,<br />Hoping the rain will wash away any sin.<br />Getting the taste of hairspray<br />A cormorant flaps its wings into the wind.</div>
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Look away from the horror,<br />If its too much to bare and dream of a shangri-la,</div>
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Sit by my side,<br />And we'll gaze at the stars.<br /></div>
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Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-73980266907388448962013-12-06T12:05:00.000-08:002013-12-06T12:05:06.219-08:00''Noone Else''Whatever you wanted to know,<br />I always hoped that you'd ask,<br />The people I've known,<br />The stepping stones of my past,<br />They got me here with you,<br />Your attention gleamed towards something new.<br /><br />
As we are taught from such a young age,<br />
There is no love like a love forbidden,<br />
The one we keep hidden,<br />
The same ancient routines,<br />
Falling in and out the same loops,<br />
We are damned to repeat,<br />
One after another,<br />
Perfecting lists of remnants of just an extra lover.<br />
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Noone else would just stand and stare,<br />
There's noone else I want to take me there.<br />
<br />Kicks to the teeth,<br />
Will stop you smiling,<br />
What boiled up underneath,<br />
An optimism still driving,<br />You didn't know,<br />But did you care,<br />Was the helping hand,<br />To much to bare.<br />
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<br />Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-33821967410428440992013-11-14T07:25:00.001-08:002013-11-14T07:28:20.806-08:00''The Snake Age''<br />
Astral silence,<br />
On a baron saturday,<br />
Formed to compliance,<br />
A sour face stares back through a keyhole,<br />
A default picture of a thing unknown,<br />
What lies concocted behind the eyes,<br />
Of a grimmace standing on the water and its current.<br />
Doubt of the past trapped on a moment.<br />
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Compressed to a story,<br />
Storyteller of tall tales,<br />
Faces pressed up to window,<br />
Hide behind a mist,<br />
Bullertproof belief,<br />
Conviction creeps up around you,<br />
Running round fog ridden fields,<br />
Aware of all mistakes.<br />
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<br />Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-77516372944631204642013-10-25T04:04:00.000-07:002013-10-25T04:07:07.693-07:00''Party Scene''Gregory's got his girl,<br />
He in the corner,<br />
Chewing at her ear,<br />
Pete is in the queue,<br />
Flatting down his bed hair,<br />
Licking on his fingers and repeat.<br />
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Sandy took too much,<br />
Noone will convince here,<br />
To go home and blah, blah and such and such,<br />
Veronica is asking everyone at bar,<br />
If they saw Pete,<br />
As her eyes gently flutterby and come to life.<br />
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This light flatters the demon inside,<br />
That noone knows,<br />
He's bowling up and down steps,<br />
Grasping at the method of undue stares,<br />
He claps his eyes twice at Victoria then inverts,<br />
He looks up again when she's gone he had deflated.<br />
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Where were you?<br />
In a circle singing to The Only Ones,<br />
The post punks moved from their offices,<br />
Onto a spinning dancefloor climbing aboard,<br />
Where Sandy's travel sickness left her floor bound,<br />
She's out their swimming hoping not to drown.<br />
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I saw a simple man,
With simple pleasures,
Looking within little treasures,
A simple man,
Fighting complex thoughts,
Trying to unlock open doors.</div>
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Ideals and morals,
Can leave you with sorrows,
Can get in the way,
Designed and constructed,
Taught as conjunctive,
Just human just destructive.</div>
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She went back to her life,
But she was mine,
I'd strive to accomadate you certainly,
Like I'd never accomplished previously.</div>
Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-26651322259425551832013-10-01T08:22:00.001-07:002013-10-01T08:22:31.916-07:00''So''To fall near love,<br />So hopefully,<br />The experience of an increasing landscape,<br />To share and feel new breathes so listlessly,<br />New stories and smiles,<br />Exposing a warmth so blissfully.<br />
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Grudging and churning,<br />A stomach filled with knots,<br />Butterflies who fly so aimlessly,<br />New glimmers of growth,<br />Progression and hope,<br />To the sound on the breeze finding you wistfully.<br /><br />Anticipation so new,<br />Such bold aching,<br />The days feel like months while we're waiting,<br />With each atom and fibre colliding,<br />Each hair on my body arising,<br />So I jump.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-77977345736296638772013-08-19T10:28:00.000-07:002013-08-19T10:28:52.418-07:00''Gleaming Dirt and Sun''Flicked through the light, dark,<br />Dirt and scum,<br />
Gauged the beaming smile,<br />By the dirt under the nail of your thumb,<br />Here's and invincible deceit,<br />It sticks around miles not just for weeks.<br />
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You breathe obscene,<br />Innocuous haze made me dream,<br />Around your curse,<br />
We took the hearse,<br />Down to the beach,<br />The sand it glittered but shred your feet.<br />
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Held a raven innocent,<br />In the palm of my hand,<br />Everyone took a peak,<br />But it had no feathers, nor feet or beak.<br />
A pokadot metaphor,<br />
That fulfilled its cause.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-16949913556145725842013-08-02T03:28:00.001-07:002013-08-02T09:12:29.617-07:00''Blondie''Playing with the foam in your light beer,<br />
Gasping under your eyes,<br />
Turned into a sneer,<br />
Stationary wondering why,<br />
Pale like lightning,<br />
Blondie and her girls.<br />
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Blood red eyes,<br />
On milky tones,<br />
Tatty t-shirt,<br />
Its twisted sleeves,<br />
Reveal the stories,<br />
Bracelets of pearls,<br />
Blondie gets all the girls.</div>
Cigarette butts in the sand,<br />
Burnt to a crisp,<br />
Yellow stains on her hand,<br />
Scars in the twist,<br />
Delicately unfurled,<br />
Blondie and her girls.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-5004891731539308022013-07-06T03:40:00.001-07:002013-07-06T03:41:49.980-07:00All I Want To DoSit down and graze,<br />
As they talk about you in reverse,<br />
Still spinning plates,<br />
Your aesthetics a curse.<br />
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Fill your face with due haste,<br />
A replacement for food,<br />
Don't gather a taste,<br />
Just a colour of a look.<br />
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Seeing things periphally,<br />
Little numbers hiding,<br />
Simple misgivings,<br />
Thrown in the deep end.<br />
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Counting on and off,<br />
Just to settle,<br />
Seeing the beauty of a rose,<br />
With the wrong number of petals.<br />
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Sending out a kiss,<br />
Floating cartoon lips,<br />
Towards the chosen door,<br />
And all I want to do.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-45507748887875799502013-05-29T17:18:00.002-07:002013-05-30T15:20:01.043-07:00''Blue Eyes Be My Bride''Marry me,<br />
Take my initial gesture,<br />
This is no joke,<br />
I'm not that appealing,<br />
But I know this is now,<br />
And this brings to me something daring.<br />
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Give me your hand,<br />
This is us taking love back,<br />
To its integral ingredients,<br />
The meadow and its daisies,<br />
I seen you with abundance,<br />
And pondered new ages.<br />
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The fields and daisies,<br />
Magestic behaviours,<br />
This is our unity,<br />
A blessing of purity,<br />
I guess you are unsure,<br />
But for me this is easy.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-53100452930986794332013-05-15T09:53:00.001-07:002013-05-15T09:53:27.605-07:00''Cry Yourself Clean''Cry yourself clean,<br />Dream yourself thin,<br />No chances regained,<br />
Impure not insane,<br />
Keeping it together,<br />
But granted its not forever.<br />
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Spending years on your own,<br />
In a house of closed doors,<br />
An expression turned to stone,<br />
For the aid of pastures pure.<br />
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A disgrace on tradition,<br />
That heart discerned,<br />
Those close decisions turned down,<br />
Crept in the memories initially burnt.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-51001061544077308292013-04-27T14:24:00.002-07:002013-04-27T14:25:42.712-07:00''Us Ugly Homosapiens''The beauty staring back drawn the night away,<br />
That flick of the hair that made everybody pray,<br />
Like a tsunami gushing through the dancefloor,<br />
The pristine kids hoping for evermore.<br />
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A recluse studies intracacies,<br />
Within the paintings and theories,<br />
The nights gleam where you almost felt real,<br />
Retold twice and pulled you back in.<br />
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Summertime floosies,<br />
Kept the wind in the their sails,<br />
Drew out the winter,<br />
For one season of tales.<br />
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Pocket's full of protection,<br />
Might aswell lobotomise,<br />
Us ugly homosapiens,<br />
As we are the aliens.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-31313028357050073102013-04-18T04:33:00.000-07:002013-04-18T04:43:34.122-07:00''Desire and Sensibility''Chancers fill up the street,<br />
Pinstriped lapels and buffed up polished feet,<br />
Swilling out in vodka streams,<br />
The smell of gold perks up their nose,<br />
Linguistic weasels with caffeine lined easels,<br />
Concrete bones made the landscape surreal.<br />
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Muddied posture with the crack of dawn,<br />
Closed down the lighthouse where posterity was born,<br />
With a horn and a chimney,<br />
The sun bursts through,<br />
Seen out of x-ray specs,<br />
Everything became brand new.<br />
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Subtle mauve earrings,<br />
Overplaying drones out with cosmetics,<br />
Enhanced heads with papier mache prostetics,<br />
Handing back waste,<br />
Bludgeoned love letters,<br />
Tattooed on teeth in the name of taste.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-91877589881454228552013-04-10T03:38:00.000-07:002013-04-10T03:38:05.180-07:00'Ignore Bliss, Then Realise'If I had the chance to be awake,<br />I'd take it,<br />I'd run through the streets,<br />Climb all over it,<br />Dance upon the towers,<br />
Inhale all the flowers,<br />Never sleep again,<br />
Cover every inch,<br />
Get lost in the forest,<br />Climb up every tree,<br />
Hurtle my way through,<br />Every town and city,<br />
But would I stop, look up and down,<br />
Wonder why there is no sound,<br />
Why there is noone around,<br />
Ignoring bliss I realise,<br />
All the things I've missed,<br />
Stretched out further than the blue skies.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-48725730687252191292013-02-22T09:11:00.000-08:002013-02-22T09:11:45.079-08:00''Dysfunctioning Straight Edge Blues''Been reading in the dark,<br />And didn't learn a thing,<br />
Been singing to the dog,<br />But he didn't here a thing,<br />Called out to the fool on hill,<br />I noticed she was crying.<br />
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Captured a book from its shelf,<br />It looked me up and down,<br />Told me to look at my health,<br />I peered around, there was noone else,<br />Taught me to look in the mirror,<br />Demanded I was thinner.<br />
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Sat next to a man in the American mall ,<br />He was dressed all in baby blue,<br />He told me I was dysfunctional,<br />
And that he was too,<br />I gave him two compliments,<br />And blessed his lucky suit.<br />
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Captain handsome,<br />Placing metal on his face,<br />For a special occasion,<br />An interstellar invasion.<br />
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Come out to play,<br />It's been a hard day shifting shapes,<br />Come look at the stars,<br />That's where we were.<br />
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Word of mouth,<br />Spilled into a pour,<br />
Captain handsome,<br />Strikes once more.<br />
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Spread out our arm's,<br />
As they're our own,<br />Make our way to mars,<br />Just to play with the stars.<br />
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She's lit from behind,<br />A beautiful silhouette, a dream,<br />A star on earth,<br />The most beautiful girl I've ever seen.<br />
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She carries spare sweets,<br />In her bag,<br />She spun me dreams,<br />The greatest gifts there's ever been.<br />
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Seen by every passing eye,<br />Beauty constructed,<br />Shared with every passer bye,<br />Never be destructive.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-18573951530953836822013-02-02T10:47:00.001-08:002013-02-02T10:47:26.344-08:00'Lets Play Up'<br />
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Bliss is it ill fated,<br />Beautifully understated,<br />Do you know who you are?<br />Yesteryear came and went,<br />With the blink of a star.</div>
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Leave vague happiness smothered,<br />Devoured and discovered,<br />Is it certain this time,<br />You say that you suffered.</div>
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But I know that it lies,<br />Just talk of great beauty,<br />And hope it survives,<br />Dont walk away,<br />Learn how to fly.</div>
Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-51812690613242474792013-02-01T16:49:00.000-08:002013-02-01T16:49:52.752-08:00''Spanish Candles''We lit our spanish candles together,<br />Illuminated the floral wallpaper.<br />
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Leave us here,<br />Hand in hand and out to sea,<br />Saw the moon light up the sky,<br />As the waves thunderclap over me.<br />
<br />Not for anyone else to see,<br />
We set our sky lanterns free.<br />
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No ghosts over landscapes,<br />The rain clinched our fingers,<br />
Floating and drifting under white doves,<br />The picture was made for us.<br />
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We blew out our spanish candles together,<br />Made the floral wallpaper disappear.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-40425367363159938432013-01-22T09:08:00.002-08:002013-01-22T09:08:32.697-08:00''Benefits Of Skimming''Your eye's seem depressed,<br />But your face full of life,<br />You've been dressed down,<br />Concealing your strife,<br />You'd love to walk your dog,<br />Hand in hand in the fog.<br /><br />Skimming stones on the pond,<br />And feeding the ducks,<br />Watching jets leave marks on the sky,<br />Your hearts been stolen,<br />You dont mind,<br />Bookmark this moment.<br />
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Smiling into a universe unknown,<br />Transfixed on a translucent ceiling,<br />Throw enough stones,<br />Your bound to hit something,<br />Looking back at the floor,<br />The ripples came back to hit the shore.Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-88945803845384722812013-01-22T09:02:00.003-08:002013-01-22T09:02:36.696-08:00''You Cry Dont You''You cry dont you,<br />
When the wind hits your grace,<br />
With the morning rain,<br />
I want to tell you,<br />
With that there is no shame,<br />
We all do same.<br />
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The song on the radio,<br />Helps you let go,<br />When your alone,<br />Surrounded by secrecy,<br />Its your humility,<br />Your hardened decency.<br />Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654780180285938160.post-86146809956063081622013-01-12T12:45:00.001-08:002013-01-12T12:48:33.384-08:00''Bramble Scratches''Seen my reflection in the quagmire water,<br />
Effort my way to a saunter,<br />
This greys moved to midway,<br />
Shut your mouth till its your day,<br />
To combust into sunlight,<br />
And blow all the clouds away.<br />
<br />
Saw the heath's condensation,<br />
On a ponds residue,<br />
Fell through the bramble scratches,<br />
Took the door of its hinges.<br />
<br />
A cuddle seems so simple,<br />
Fight up and get close,<br />
Raw tactile in the kitchen,<br />
Grab hold and squeeze me thin,<br />
Got today in a headlock,<br />
Drop your draw to the shell shock.<br />
<br />
Bypass a blackhole,<br />
Hell sucked you in like a dead soul,<br />
Saw you cascade with a 1000 dances,<br />
Took my love and all its chances.<br />
<br />Knitting Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852354751459965597noreply@blogger.com0