we walk the same line, ETBG

THIS IS DEFINITELY IN MY TOP TEN EVER…

We Walk The Same Line – Everything But The Girl
Now I don’t have to tell you
How slow the night can go,
I know you’ve watched for the light.

And I bet you could tell me
How slowly four follows three,
And you’re most forlorn just before dawn.

So if you loose your faith babe,
You can have mine,
And if you’re lost, I’m right behind,
Cause we walk the same line.

When it’s dark baby,
There’s a light I’ll shine,
And if you’re lost, I’m right behind,
Cause we walk the same line.

And I don’t need reminding
How loud the phone can ring
When you’re waiting for news.

And that big old moon
Lights every corner of the room.
Your back aches from lying
And your head aches from crying.

So if you loose your faith babe,
You can have mine,
And if you’re lost, I’m right behind,
Cause we walk the same line.

When it’s dark baby,
There’s a light I’ll shine,
And if you’re lost, I’m right behind,
Cause we walk the same line.

And if these troubles
Should vanish like rain on midday,
Well I’ve no doubt there’ll be more.

And we can’t run and we can’t cheat,
Cause babe when we meet
What we’re afraid of,
We find out what we’re made of.

So if you loose your faith babe,
You can have mine,
And if you’re lost, I’m right behind,
Cause we walk the same line.

it simply cannot be

so that’s why i asked you to hurry
to sit by me, because it’s all i need,
even if you do it only to show me that it matters
that what i want is reason enough to do so.
i can’t be the only fucking person on the planet
that doesn’t enjoy always being left ultimately alone.
it just can’t be that way.

down to be ‘down,’ or down to be ‘open?’ that is the question

it is typical amongst nearly every person i have ever occured to know that my feelings and moderate needs are dismissed as a naturally resultant, though irrelevant to their responsibility, of my orienatation and are therefore deemed an acceptable, an uncounted casualty of their own needs and selfish aversity.

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everyday i go thru a lot of shit, and i don’t unload on anyone, especially those closest to me. every day i tried to be true, and try to kind. still, those closest to me who; those who benefit daily from my perpetual desire to create peace and beauty, although temporary, are inclined to believe the worst of me without considering facts, and are soon found to be driven to apologize for an offense I am yet to know they falsely perceived. my only desire, and one of my few pleasures at the end of it is to be ‘close’ to someone who cares; to somehow feel safe. i can’t see how that can possibly be a difficult compromise to make. without fail, i am denied this with apathy. over and over again i am treated as if my emotions are not relevant. for some it seems my only relevance is the contribution i make to their life, and saying and doing only what is necessary to maintain that.

imogen heap said it best:  “are you ‘down’ to be ‘down,’ or are you ‘down’ to be ‘open?’”

Wheeling

[the first verse of a new song, written on the original wedding music for caleb & li]

watching & wheeling
‘got fate on a ride
your face is makeshift – straight thru the eyes

Discards

My eyes would discard those things that would
threaten to force my heart torn between that
which is warm and that which is now forlorn.
This house is no home;
it’s a place to press, press it out until it’s gone.
It’s all gone from here now.
Speak no feeling, no, I don’t believe you.
My eyes discard the happenings.

(click on the image for “River.mp3″)

Free of Faith

Five Fathoms (Compression) – EBTG

The days roll by like thunder
Like a storm that’s never breaking,
All my time and space compressed
In the low pressure of proceedings,
And they beat against the sides of my life,
Like fists against the sides of my life,
And the roads all lead behind me,
So I wrap the wheel around me
and I go out ( I go on )

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..venus and adonis, exerpt 22

“I know not love,” quoth he, “nor will not know it,
Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it.

‘Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it.

My love to love is love but to disgrace it;

For I have heard it is a life in death,

That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.

..chances are..

the scope is, or could be far reaching…
you never know what the people
around you could be hiding;
how free does that make you feel?

love’s shield

of all my dealings in which love stands before me, shielding me
from certain aspects which are certain depths of life;
A price is still meant to be paid, and I pay it in the profoundness of pain of life