See without eyes.

You can grin if you wanna
cuz I know you caught me staring.
I smell like marijuana;
you smell like the Rose of Sharon.

I parade and pine
in mortuaries pestering
the dead inside.
I pretend I'm God,
and I pretend to love them all,
my children.

Wet lace you're so nubile.
My face says come like a child.
Silk spins at breakneck speeds,
but eight legs are worthless to me.

There's subtlety in the wine, like
the way woodgrain can sometimes have eyes.
That velvet makes me liquid inside,
and I want to show you Rasputin was right.

You cry across the great divide,
"O, nothingness can weigh so very much...

...In oblivion and tattered light,
Jehovah's arms hewn from his sides.
He will embrace me not,
hide me 'neath a ziggurat.
The stones' harmonious wrath
keep me from thy holiest salve.
Rake my eyes in a blackened heaven;
I will rot and mold forever...

My answers are as Echo's would be,
mirrored breaths,
condemned to confirm your wailing
calling back, "O, yes, my nothing grows."

Far too great to grasp
so I'll explode in the cosmos.
I'll paint my head an awkward chrome,
fill my hands with seeds,
crawling like Hephaestus,
dragging myself from the sea.

Raise the wand,
and warm Maison du Bois.
Paint, lace, skin, and teeth--
the octopus became obsolete.

03/20/2008

Author's Note: A not so old but old song from the last band I was a part of. I find myself heavily nostalgic for the brotherhood that has all but disintegrated since we ceased to play together. I have forsaken tawdry pleasure and fleeting, spirited, fanciful nights for resigned and comfortable and inspriningly more rewarding nights with a true unwavering companion. Nonetheless, nostalgia bites the heart and paints pictures of the past with more blue than the original moments hold. I consider these lyrics to capture most accurately and honestly my psychological and emotional state during the time that this now refracted band was fully whole and alive.

Posted on 03/20/2008
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