Try Whistling This

Tales from my head,
You can't buy the book,
No one's listening but I guess you could.

Try whistling this.

You say you're tired,
liquid as water.
But you'll succumb now as I stroke your back,
I'll be the best that you know.

And everytime you think of me,
I hope you think of true romance.

And everytime you want to leave,
You give us both another chance.

Warmest welcome violent stranger,
He said "Come here" as he pushed me down.

Impossible to do
In high heels, walking into walls,
Every wonder if you're here at all?

Try whistling this.

And my words are ringing in your ear,
Drawing your attention now to all the things that you ignore;

If I can't be with you, I'd rather have a different face
And if I can't be near you, I'd rather be adrift in space
And if the Gods desert us now, I'll turn this chapel into flames
And if someone tries to hurt you, I would put myself in your place.

"Happiness comes from within"

is a lie, and

"Money will make me happy"

So in 30 years I will tell my children

they are not the most important thing in my life.

My employer will know that

I have my priorities straight because 

work

is more important than

family

I tell you this,

Once upon a time

Families stayed together

but this will not be true in my era

this is a quick fix society

Experts tell me

30 years from now I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce

I do not concede that

I will live in a country of my own making

In the future

Environmental destruction will be the norm

No longer can it be said that

My peers and I care about this earth

It will be evident that

My generation is apathetic and lethargic

It is foolish to presume that

There is hope. 

Now, read the whole thing from the last line to the first line :)

Lua

I know that it is freezing,

But I think we have to walk.

I keep waving at the taxis,

They keep turning their lights off.

But Julie knows a party at some actors West side loft.

Supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they'll be gone.

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend. 

I'll get the coffee and the paper,

Have my own conversations

With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my own reflection,

The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit. 

And I know you have a heavy heart,

I can feel it when we kiss. 

So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it.

But me, I'm not a gamble,

You can count on me to split.

The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist. 

You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black.

Just keep going to the bathroom,

Always say you'll be right back.

Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you've got it bad,

But what's so easy in the evening by the morning's such a drag.

I got a flask inside my pocket,

We can share it on the train.

And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same.

We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain.

But what was normal in the evening by the morning looks insane. 

And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this.

The reasons all have run away,

But the feeling never did.

It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live,

'Cause what's so simple in the moonlight by the morning never is.

SARAH

"One upon a time, there was a girl named Sarah. She had beautiful blue eyes that matched her sandy brown hair, and expensive Marc Jacobs bag. Her svelte figure turned heads, while beautifully new shoes hung off her feet. With a cigarette pressed between her lips, she dragged and loved the taste. 

All of a sudden, a horribly strange looking man ran past her, while shouts followed behind him. A snatch thief! Thinking fast, Sarah grabbed the coffee cup sitting at her table, drew her arm back, then- WOOOSH! It flew into his head, stopping him cold. 

The people chasing the man cheered, "Oh, Thank Goodness for the Beauty!"

But, their momentum wouldn't let their legs stop running! 

Oh no!

Unfortunately, they ran right over her. 

The men despaired, while the ladies- well, sadly they didn't quite mind.

*sigh* 

Another beauty gone."

THE END

Wooden Tears

When they pulled her out, it's true that she started to wail and scream for him. The men attempted to keep her in their powdery arms, but she managed to break away. Desperate humans often seem able to do this. 

She did not know where she was running, for the street no longer existed. Everything was new and apocalyptic. Why was the sky red? How could it be snowing? And why did the snowflakes burn her arms?

She slowed to a staggering walk and concentrated up ahead. 

She wandered a short while longer until the man who found her took her arm and kept talking. "You're just in shock, my girl. It's just shock, you're going to be fine"

"What's happened?" she asked. 

The man had disappointed eyes. What had he seen these past few years? "You got bombed, my girl. I'm sorry, darling"

The girls mouth wandered on, even if her body was now still. She had forgotten her previous wails for him. That was years ago - a bombing will do that. She said, "We have to get my papa, my mama..."

Her body buckled at that moment and the man caught her and sat her down. "We'll move her in a minute" he told his sergeant.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. 

Papa was an accordion!

But his bellows were all empty.

Nothing went in and nothing came out. 

She began to rock back and forth. A shrill, quiet, smearing note was caught somewhere in her mouth until she was finally able to turn.

To Papa.

At that point, I couldn't help it. I walked around, to see her better, and from the moment I witnessed her face again, I could tell that this was who she loved the most. Her expression stroked the man on his face. It followed one on the lines down his cheek. 

Papa-the accordionist. 

One could not exist without the other. 

She turned around and spoke to the man. 

"Please", she said, "My Papa's accordion. Could you get it for me?"

After a  few minutes of confusion, an older member brought the eaten case and she opened it. She removed the injured instrument and laid it next to Papa's body.

"Here, Papa"

And I can promise you one thing, because it was a thing I saw many years later, that as she kneeled next to him, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the Alps of broken houses. There were silver eyes. There was a cigarette slouched on his lips. He even made a mistake and laughed in lovely hindsight.  The bellows breathed and the tall man played for her one last time as the sky was slowly taken from the stove. 

Keep playing, Papa.

Papa stopped. 

He dropped the accordion and his silver eyes continued to rust. There was only a body now, on the ground, and she lifted him up and hugged him. She wept over his shoulder.

"Goodbye, Papa"

Her arms held him. She kissed his shoulder - she couldn't bear to look at his face anymore - and she placed him down again.

And she wept until she was gently taken away. 

Angelmine

He searched for those wings that he knew

That his angel should have at her back.

And, although he can't find them,

He really doesn't mind

Because he knows they'll grow back.

And as he reached for that halo that he knows

That she had when she first caught his eye,

Although his hand came back empty,

He's really not worried

'Cause he knows it still shines.

I can't promise that I'll grow those wings

Or keep this tarnished halo shined,

But I'll never betray your trust.

I search all the time on the ground

For our shadows cast side by side,

Just to remind me that I haven't gone crazy,

That you exist and are mine. 

And I know that your skin is as warm and as real

As that smile in your eyes

But I have to keep touching and smelling

And tasting, for fear it's all lies. 

I can't promise that I'll grow those wings,

Or keep this tarnished halo shined,

But I'll never betray your trust.

Last night I awoke from the deepest of sleeps,

With your voice in my head.

And I could tell by your breathing

That you were still sleeping

I repeated those words that you had said;

I can't promise that I'll grow those wings,

Or keep this tarnished halo shined

But I'll never betray your trust,

Angelmine.

Cast the pearls aside, of a simple life of need

Come into my life forever

The crumbled cities stand as known

Of the sights you have been shown 

Of the hurt you call your own

Love is suicide 

The empty bodies stand at rest

Casualties of their own flesh

Afflicted by their dispossession 

But no bodies ever knew nobodies

No bodies felt like you

Love is suicide 

deny, decide, destroy, disobey, disguise

Now we drive the night, to the ironies of peace

You can't help deny forever

The tragedies reside in you

The secret sights hide in you

The lonely nights divide you in two

All my blisters now revealed 

In the darkness of my dreams

In the spaces between us

But no bodies ever knew nobodies

No bodies felt like you 

I've begun to lose track of the outside world, when I'm with you

In My Life

There are places I'll remember

All my life though some have changed,

Some forever, not for better

Some have gone and some remain.

All these places have their moments

With lovers and friends, I still can recall

Some are dead and some are living

In my life, I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers,

There is no one compares with you.

And these memories lose their meaning,

When I think of love as something new.

Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before,

I know I'll often stop and think about them

In my life, I love you more

Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before,

I know I'll often stop and think about them

In my life, I love you more

In my life, I love you more

"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars"

Subtleties

Three white cars passed by.

I could see the clouds in 

their windshields.

Three white stars in a twilight sky.

And now that the clouds are

gone, I see, one more

that catches my

eye.

I see, into the heart of the sky, I see,

Something I tasted long ago that

was coming back to me.

Come Back.

I remember you reminded me of the subtleties.

The little things that make your day.

And the rain moves on,

As the tide rolls in.

In just a few days I'll still be here, 

But you will be far, far away.

So one last time I 

hold you near.

And save the hero for another day.

I remember you reminded me of the subtleties.

The little things that make your day.

And the rain  moves on,

As the tide moves in.

And the distance between us wouldn't seem so long

If we knew that one of those birds still left up in

the sky gave a cry as he witnessed one of those

moments that you and I both look at the

stars in the twilight sky.

And count,

One,

Two,

Three.

I remember you reminded me of the subtleties.

The little things that make your day.

And the rain moves on,

As the tide moves in.

"Today, you are you. That is truer than true. There is no one alive, more youer than you"

One

Is it getting better?

Or do you feel the same?

Will it make it easier on you,

Now you've got someone to blame?

One love

One life

When it's one need,

In the night.

One love

We get to s h a r e it

It leaves you, baby

If you don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?

Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?

You act like you never had love,

Now you want me to go without

Well it's, 

Too late, 

Tonight.

To drag the past out into the light

We're one,

But we're not the same

We get to 

Carry each other.

One

Have you come here for forgiveness?

Have you come to raise the dead?

Have you come here to play Jesus

To the lepers in your head?

Did I ask too much?

More than a lot?

You gave me nothing,

Now it's all I got.

We're one,

But we're not the same

Well we

Hurt each other

Then we do it again

You say

Love is a temple,

Love is a higher law.

You ask me to enter

But then you make me crawl

And I can't keep holding on

To what you got,

When all you got is hurt.

One love

One blood

One life

The greatest thing you will ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return.

Homeland-Michelle Frost

Within my soul, within my mind, there lies a place I cannot find.

Home of my heart, land of my birth, smoke coloured stone, flame coloured earth.

Electric skies, shivering heat, blood red clay beneath my feet.

At night, when finally alone, I close my eyes and I am home.

I kneel and touch the blood warm sand and feel the pulse beneath my hand.

Of ancient life, too old to name, in ancient land too wild to tame.

How can I show you what I feel?

How can I make this essence real?

I search for words in dumb frustration, and try to form some explanation.

But how can heart and soul be caught in one-dimensional written thought?

If life and longing are a fire and man consumed by his desire

Then this love is no simple flame that mortal thought can hold or tame.

As deep within the Earths own core, the love of home burns evermore.

For what is home, I hear them say

This never was yours anyway.

You have no birthright to this place, descended from another race!

An immigrant? A pioneer? You are no longer welcome here.

Whoever said that love made sense?

I love is an imperfect tense.

To love in vain has been mans fate, from history to present date.

I have no grounds for dispensation, I know I have no home or nation.

For just one moment in the night, I am complete, my soul takes flight.

For just one moment, then it's gone.

And I am once again undone.

Never complete, never whole,

White skin and an African Soul.