Song for a blue guitar

I’m a fukin 6 barrel shotgun

I’m a fukin 6 barrel shotgun…..the one that makes u numb before it blows your fukin brains out…..im the beginning and the end, im the guy whose gonna fuk it all….. im a 6 barrel shotgun, im the one who will shine while u lie drunk and decapacitated. Im the 100 dollar bill in your pocket, im the footprint that has your weight on it. Im your antidote I am . your disease , im the fukin laser light sending the club on a cyclonic trip. Im the deep sound of the cello, im the bulb in a dimly lit bar. Im the shine on an early morn road, the skid marks of burnt rubber. Im the busted car, I am your broken jaw. I am the last page of a book, im the one you hate, the one you love, your anger , your comfort. The distortion that destroys your ears, the note tht haunts. I am a verb , Im the emptiness of a summer sky, the vastness of blue waters, the heavy curtain of the darkest night. I am your fear , I am your strength, Im a different shade of light. Im the ache in your throat , I am the twitch in your gut , the stench in your stomach, the wind in your hair. Im your claustrophobia, im the one who’ll set it free.

a simple touch

an intake of breath

a gaze held

rainbow emotions

flowing endlessly

in and out of bubbles created

sparks above

raining all around

sometimes shimmering on the skin

scars fading

as the twilight turns dim

giving way to a night

as long as the distance tht grows

Sunday, February 22, 2004 12:03:20 AM

i'm tired of bending...... arnd everyones whims and fancies...... its contorted me beyond recognition and now i'm having trouble tying my own shoelaces..... shouldnt thr be a built in make yourself chip in everyones head? i'm no longer afraid of hitchhiking ...the bruises they can gift will only hurt for a while....where as you my friend .....

busted

got busted in lab....got busted in class....mus b my lucky week...... chance seems to have a fuked up logic to it... and so does consequence..... i mean thr u are being happy lettin the ppl arnd u b happy and outta nowhere you bust a string and go outta tune..... ur favourite letters go fr a wash and u try to decipher the crumpled masses ..... sometimes findin lines you had missed bfore (but this is my lucky week so shit lik tht dsnt happen)...... thr mus be a road outta this..... but with the way things are going i'm pretty sure i'll get run over the minute i step on it..

dreaming in red

its a magnificent light show across the glass, red streaks shatterring a peaceful night sky, some eclipsed by nimbus clouds, pulsing a mellow red glow, nobody seems to notice, the air hostess has a weary look, a man in a suit types away his deadlines, i press my face against the glass, another throb smwhr in the distance, its magnitude pulsing away, thnx fr the greeting, its almost playful... the flashes.. adolescent stretching out across the sky its brilliance breathtaking...the sky... wiser.. convolving around its wishes...accepting its high spirits.. i breathe deep, cant smell the air, but i can imagine...my pencils have sketched this bfore....