Windswept Life

Am I a cloud in the Sky?
Blown by the wind.
Up so high...
Maybe it's why I like the rain so much.
It brings me back down to earth.

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Works in Progress. I'll come back to them when it feels right.

Leave it all alone
Brush it off; that hand on your shoulder
Keep it still, that beating heart
Its just about time to let it out
Scream...as if you didn't matter
Scream...as the reality sets in
High hazy fucked up crazy drive
Where you think it is clear as day
That the sun comes up and sets
When it is no longer brilliant
Then hides away at night in shame
Singing the song that we sing to every morning
The hymns that we dream to every night
These dreams are filled with hope
They desperately hold onto the dark of night
Running away to security
When the world below gives way
Leaving it all behind was just too easy
Now scream...the down kicks hard
Now scream...the rage is raw
In that high hazy fucked up crazy drive...

How many words do we speak in life?
How many phrases, sentences, lines unmentioned
Do we give voice to the silent?
But when silence puts the tense in your sentences
And fear makes you afraid to speak clear phrases
And words and lines make hurt and grind away at your conscience
We take the little things apart
Make us realize that real eyes miss those real lies
Make us realize that careless words make people love you a little less
That every mistake is learned from


  And the wind brought Clive @ 8:35 PM

Monday, April 19, 2010  
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