Friday, December 11, 2009

Map of Map

Forget, forgetful
Tales of regretful
People, person
Wither and worsen

Nothing said is true, especially in regard to what remains important. Through and through all of these guiltless words keep pushing outwards against what was built to contain them. In this frigid moment it's hard to think of what must have been when time didn't know what was to be, or what was to come. In any case, the fact remains, what is said is false, and what is read is the same.

Forget, forgetful
Tales of regretful
People, person
Wither and worsen

Monday, December 7, 2009

You Woke Up, and Now You'll be Awake Forever

Bandits and men who clap and cheer
Hollow blue hollow blue
Ive got the two confused
It's too late to volunteer
Hallelujah hallelujah
Let me be excused
To stop in awe of every deer
Let me be of no help here
And happy, too, hallelujah
This is ours, too

Castles Made of Wax

I'm saving my breath
For blowing out candles
For all that I could not say
Surely could never weigh
More then but a pound

Sunday, December 6, 2009