November into December 2011

So, well, here the year comes to an end

Right now the leave's are changing, and falling

And start flooding the gutter's and drain's

For me, the end is the beginning

Of anew

Like the trees shedding

,

See them speading their seeds

Not asking for anything

Accepting everything

As I've learned to do

By watching

,

Gathering

Wanting

Words you speak so clear through my dyeing ear

So sharp I hear, peircing down my throat and heart

what is near/ what is short?

Far beneath is out and open for you to see

It'sme this time around,

I'm comeing around again,

And anew

Out of the blue

And fantastic so,

You blew up my wall,

And up I went,

You caught me so perfect

And it's different

Two pair's of noise collecting static

Thrown around, to stand still

Against open door's

I'm following through

Wide open eyes

Set transfixed

Under beautiful black eyebrows

Set time at last

It is at last

Time

haunts together at once

The street's linger a decisive attitude,

Set you straight in a mood,linger's on,

It's nite, and dry. Cold.

Hand's in your pocket's

Trenching through your path

A regular amount traveled

The same old route

Diffierent attitude

Stuck this way for now,

And you can't tell how it goes,

How you feel, it's haunting

That's all you know.

Destination traveled

Afar, not more than usual

the same old route

the same old avenues, blocks,

Street lamps, stop lites, and signs.

But never the same people,

But similar one way or another.

different faces, but same old style.

Destination recieved

You feel the same haunt

So it's time to drink.

Drink it off, as much as you can,

and you lose the haunt.

sky looping attitude,

here, the same face's

Paticularily in the corner

What's going on?

you greet them.

After a double whiskey free on the house,

"What's up , my friend's"

you say,

You feel lucky, the haunt is gone

You feel free,

to get tanked tonite,

forget everything.

But maybe recap your feelings.

And simularities, in everybody.

"What's going on?"

"How did we meet?"

Inevitable, tonite

they all had a haunt

together at once.

november into december- 2011

Well it's been hell of a year, I can not say it went by fast, or slow by

that matter, it's been weird. All thing's of every kind were there. Different

people, opposites from one another, man after man, thing's I put myself through,

to hurt myself and teach me a lesson, which paid off in the end. A trip to the mental

hospital, a first for me, and finally a regular cocktail of prescription's, no more this or

that trial and error. Mental breakdowns, and manic spells, to depression and wellness,

swirls of moods, now November into December, a new life is beginning I can say, which in December never happens. A hope, and feeling that i may belong on this earth, for reason's I am well appreciated for thing's I have done in the past, and not be shun for. A comfort in love I have not felt for ever. The end is near, for this year. Day by day, i will still take it, but not afraid my future being lonely anymore, as there has been found a noticeably different fellow here for me on earth. Inspiration hit's the ceiling for now, and thing's get stranger everyday.

The natural feeling of painting

She paints to see inside herself. She can't deny she's dark inside, but too many colors out the outside world. Deep. Too deep they hit her hard. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> She paints to see inside herself. She gets it out stroke by stroke. Mixture by mix. If any pain, it can be fixed. She gets a dirty mess she loves. Gets deep into it. Her hand's camouflaged in the landscape sun. Her head clears up, brush down and up the panel down and up the panel. Up. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> She paints to see inside herself. She is dark on the inside, dark on the outside, but color comes out. She sees too many colors. Her mind lets it bleed. Gets it all out. Gets it all out. let it bleed.

ABSTACT ART

ABSTACT ART, a set on Flickr.

Theo Jansen

Anew

Anew

I can’t tell who’s cast this spell on me

It’s wicked touching me

Places go along with my footsteps

The corners I turn

With my eyes closed set

Benches I’ve cried and sat at

All the books I’ve read

And denied your face at

It’s time I know

I’m changing into anew

Thing’s I’ve said

Pacing back and forth my backyard

With that spell casted behind my back

Into a block of ice

Statue

It’s time I know

I’m changing into anew

My mornings

My mornings by cloudsgrey

The mosquito lay down and die

The mosquito lay down and die by cloudsgrey

Flicker flacker, the mosquito splatter

Flicker flacker the mosquito splatter againts the window trapped.

Over and over it coragously trying to find the light.

The mosquito lay down and die.

Stands up and cry's,

"Oh my, Oh my, the light, the light, I found the light."

The mosquito lay down and die.

Written BY Logan and Kelly

Good bye

Manic depression

There are the sun the stars the far away places i can not go that i will seclude my dreams from now on until I come out again from this depression and find a place in the future the distance is ignorant in my life I foreclose the world and seclude myself and I am in love with someone long distance and am in love with the clouds afraid to get out afraid to get close to the real world I live in my head so close to myself dyeing though to break free from my secluded dreams dyeing to brake free fated digest it heart failure pouncing punching out the skin like a large dick you can see through a stomach hiding inside me on a drum machine.

At a glance you are tired at things

You've decided you are done

Nothing can change the past

Or statues holding everything together

Of all that you are and everything of which you were

We seclude ourselves from our dreams

And take from our past ritualistic guilt

fumbling drunk in our nostalgic piss and shit

humping old photographs

crying out for the one you let go

it is a sad show i know i know

Staring at things like they are open clocks

Dedicated to you to get on with your life

But the past recoils sets you at a stance

Of statues holding everything together

of all that you are

And everything of which you were

At a glance you are tired at things

You've decided you are done

Nothing can change the past

Or panic attacks

And the present is unfortunately

yours to chose

they always say

We seclude ourselves

from our dreams

and from our past

we live in

swallows throats

Always say that's O.K. for now

Historical blisters

hypocritical know

nothing about

tell me the stories

Dear please

That's all I want

from now on

To know about

The Grave

The Grave by cloudsgrey

Maybe we do mean something

Time leans against places

We can not control

Faded faces are motions

That can move too fast for us

Arguments get too deep

But turn around in time

Love gets lost

But we somehow find ourselves

Whirlwinds have order

And will pass you up

This time around

Giving up means nothing

To a survivor

Who has saved

A dyeing human being

Maybe we do mean something

sensation

Sensation

Responsive

Over-sensible

Tender

Thin skinned

Hyper sensitive

Sympathy

But no sympathy

Refined

Vivid

Sharp

Impressive

Perceptive

Alive

Responsive

Aggressive

Foreshadowing

All the time

therapy

lance out

Like a moonshot

And it's a performance

A percussion

Perfection

Quarrels and harmony

Come together

Somehow

Credible knowhow

Coffe shop

The pink comes first

Then the light post turn off

When the blue brightens

The dew will will melt from roof tops and lawns

People will out enter their doors for newspapers

And morning will end

Then they will do things

They are old

Or have families

Some are lonely

Some will complain

Some will be happy

Saturday morning at the coffee shop are the best

No highs-school students

Maybe people going to work

Some people stay to sit

Some even talk to me

Say hello just for the hell of it

Or a random conversation

And I don't take it for granted

The loose nature of humans

Delicate

A reason sometimes to stay alive and live trough it

Grieving girl by cloudsgrey

Grieving girl by cloudsgrey

Empty slaughter

Frail moment at the beat

Pinch of the heart

Half seconds long

Short of breath

Run and scatter

Emptiness the cow slaughter

Pouring out liquid cornstarch

Each wound

Together

There is a path not taken

There is a path not taken by cloudsgrey

Culvert-lyrics

I can not culvert into the world

Stuck inside a flood about to overflow

Into a space unknown

A king of backwash I'll overflow

It doesn't matter now

The rush pushes me down

Toward the dark I see so often

Across my knees I bend

At my needs of panic

And fear when I can not transform

Into a human being

Of attraction or affection

Or anything un-empty

I can not pull myself out

the backwash deformity

State of borderline flatline

Blue skyline dry grass against the hillside

Bland cornflakes in nonfat milk in a cereal-bowl

Static gone clear on the television tube

Doctor forget to call on the cellular telephone

Pills go empty from the pill bottles

Circular movement array teeter-totter

Convulsants erratic dancing unwanted

That is the end ,sorry no story intended

Backwash

I can not culvert into the world
Stuck inside a flood about to overflow
Into a space unknown
A king of backwash I'll overflow
It doesn't matter now
The rush pushes me down
Toward the dark I see so often
Across my knees I bend
At my needs of panic
And fear when I can not transform
Into a human being
Of attraction or affection
Or anything un-empty
I can not pull myself out
the backwash deformity

State of borderline flatline

Blue skyline dry grass against the hillside

Bland cornflakes in nonfat milk in a cereal-bowl

Static gone clear on the television tube

Doctor forget to call on the cellular telephone

Pills go empty from the pill bottles

Circular movement array teeter-totter

Convulsants erratic dancing unwanted

That is the end ,sorry no story intended

UNSEEN

Stampedes of satellites connect the brain electrolytes

Fence grain align the body one leap brake a bone
unseen inside

Crystal cut angle knife catching rocks
seeing blood from within the skin

Braking out the world

The world brake free

It's a dying need

Gouge my eyes

Ill never get to the top with parchment skin ink within its crevisis,
my looks are ugly, decietful,
everything is in the way,
i can't get away ,
i'm a liar,
that's what you say, then you run away,
take everything away from me. >>> ---
I'll never unlock my fingers from their own grip from around my own neck,
and I cant get out of my own lap,
and i can't get from my nervous bit,
gouge my eyes with this pen,
i want to leave this time. >>>---
Gouge my eyes with this pen....

Down the stricken river

Down the stricken river my body rushes through
All along at the bend it splits into two
And forever I will go, down the reckless path of water
Trough and through, splitting into twos
Against my will, tragedies speaks my name
And only one waterfall for me to crash upon