ate days a week: April 2009

Thursday, April 30, 2009

T A Y F

You can tell your friends
I walked all over you, but
You know
That's not what these boots were
Made to do.
In fact, you had em' crafted
At the store
Like a baby slip em' on
I don't know what you take me for
Stainshane

A note for you, to you

I got another job
$125 a day but im sure that's not enough either
You know so much
What's wrong with me?
What am I to do?
Intoxicated words slur in celebration
But what's the reason for the season?
Why here or anywhere?
I don't know
You would say so
Im so pathetic
And my dreams only get worse
When I close my eyes only to see your face

Too many ways to go
Too many conflicting directions
It seems as caring passionately
Whittles the world down
To a more manageable size.

You can only fly as far as you see
You can be as deep as you dive.

You're only as deep as you dive.
You can only fly as far as you can see.

It doesn't matter how you cut the cake,
Pieces fall apart from the whols
But still taste all the same.

Icing or not,
Delicious to the senses you are
Undeniable
However unread to your senses

And maybe I don't know what im talking about
I am
Invalid
Maybe not,
Consider all things I say

I fall asleep, I wake up.
You are aleeping
Sleeping....
For everytime I wake up,
Then after about ten rounds
I awaken to you shuffling around
What a delight I have in my mind!
To draw you near and kiss

Unmatched by sleep,
I sholud do the same I suppose,
I hope you feel better

Stainshane

SinkingAgain

Here I am
Myself with no words
And a broken body,
It just should not be so difficult
Perhaps I ask for too much by todays standards.
After all it is new
And today is only yesterdays tomorrow
So it is certainly different.
But I am still no better off
The best time has past
Like a party being busted by police so quickly
And sickly I am
People stick around like glue,
Self administered, trapping your own pretty mind.
But I don't mind.
Because It has been lost at sea for too long
My ship has sunk
Like the setting sun

Stainshane