i can do it. one day to go. weeee yaaaa yyyyaaawwwwnnnnnn.
Monthly Archives: May 2005
every morning i wake up with a different song in my head. this has been going on for years now. theres no rhyme or reason to it. one morning i woke up with rough boy by zztop. i hadnt listened to them for years. this morning i woke up with this. it seems appropriate thou at this time i guess. anyone can understand this song.
Raven hair and ruby lips
sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
she’s a restless spirit on an endless flight
wooo hooo witchy woman, see how
high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got
the moon in her eye
She held me spellbound in the night
dancing shadows and firelight
crazy laughter in another
room and she drove herself to madness
with a silver spoon
woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye
Well I know you want a lover,
let me tell your brother, she’s been sleeping
in the Devil’s bed.
And there’s some rumors going round
she can rock you in the nighttime
’til your skin turns red
woo hoo witchy woman
see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman
she got the moon in her eye
3rd ten hour shift coming up. 2 days to go. keep your eye on the prize.
and for anyone that watchs wrestling, doesnt Captain Charisma rule?
pass out now later.
To throw yourself blindly
Into what you feel.
Give all and leave nothing hidden.
To love and be loved,
That nothing else matters.
To be the first and the last.
Not to be thought of as
"I wonder what ever happened to him?"
But to be closer to your heart
Than the blood it pumps.
Tired but smiling eyes at night,
Still smiling when morning comes.
To be the gift
You always wanted
And never would throw out.
Even after it’s tattered and frayed
And people say
"Why do you keep that old thing around?"
To make the best of the end,
Laying side by side
Waiting to one day
Wake up and face the sun,
That’s all I want from you.
my schedule got screwed up at work. had to redo it and got stuck with 4 10 hours shifts in a row. the prize at the end is 10 days off straight for vacation. 1 down with 3 to go. i hate going to bed early but i dont have a choice, they start at 7am, while im used to starting work at 10am. oh well like i said 3 days to go. mabey ill get some good writing out of it. i find i do better when im tired cause then i dont hold back. guess we’ll see eh.
Hope you’re feeling good Trixie and cant wait to talk to you again Anon. Any one else who’s reading here i hope every tomorrow is easier than the day before. You know who you are dj.
Soft green light
Upon the face of the pilot.
Gauges tell a story
Similar to life
How much is left?
Fields and farms
Moving by as though
Avenger was the one standing still.
A grey smear
Eaten by the darkness.
Windows become mirrors
In which life is reflected,
Like the prophet’s cauldron
In which the future is foretold.
She will die.
But you didn’t need
A seer to tell you that.
The first for you.
One step closer to the frontline.
Avenger carries on
Splitting the dark with yellow eyes.
The pilot is tired now,
Almost one full turn around the sun.
Isn’t it time to put an end to the lie?
The incubus comes for your life every night.
To feed it’s need for power.
This could be your hour.
One last rage of the will.
If you can withstand this,
You can do anything.
Avenger turns into the wind,
Steel and iron
Creaking against the cold.
Strapped in and shooting towards the neon now,
Like an arrow from the
Corrupted bow of a forgotten and
Avenger lands with a new pilot
Ready for a new world.
Even before the engine has cooled,
Or the grey smokey outline has vanished,
A new plot has been plotted this night.
All day I sit and cry over you
All the things you said we would see
Everything we would do
I thought you were the one
And the bitter reality is
Everything in life was stolen from me
My innocence in childhood
A father I never knew
And never wanted to know me
Friends stay just long enough for me to care
Then are wrenched away by things I can’t control.
There used to be release from it all
That too stolen by someone I thought I could trust
A gift now twisted to his own perverted use
How I hate a world that put me here with no use for me
Small things hold me in a life
That I no longer see the use in participating in anymore.
If I misstep off the curb
If I should lose my balance on the ledge
If I should take one too many pills
If the razor should cut too deep
Would you hate me for it?
Under green grass I would hurt no more
Flowers and tears are not always an evil
It only depends who’s eyes are looking at them.