Monday, December 15, 2008

Moving

I've decided to move my blog to buiramblings.wordpress.com
it has way more tools on that than blogger does. visit at the new url.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Believing

Oh the wicked web we weave
Close your eyes and just believe
Strong unclouded desires unfold
Swim with me in waters of mold
The sun won't rise. The moon won't set
Jump in abyss; feel no regret
Lounge in the shadows. Soak in the peace
Stroll with me uncandidly until the lies decease
The world has changed. Our web is tight
Believe in me and win this fight.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Nonsensical, really

Somber days, golden rays; How does that make sense?
Do they jive? Come alive? My weary mind is gone.
Drop a hit, just one hit. Maybe two or three or five.
Raman noodles, spicy fries. There's nothing left to say.
Distort the faith that holds us here. Remove me from the lies.
Send me home. Where do I belong? Mommy, help me.

Someday.... Never

Someday you'll know, I never wanted to leave you.
Someday you'll understand, I never wanted to hurt you.
Someday you'll find, I never stopped thinking of you.
Someday you'll see, I never stepped far from you.
Someday you'll feel, I never stopped holding you.
Someday you'll sense, I never wanted to lose you.
Someday you'll hear, I never stopped calling for you.
Someday you'll realize, I never was good for you.
Someday you'll accept, I never wanted unhappiness for you.
Someday you'll appreciate, I never lost faith in you.
Someday you'll know, I never had love for anyone but you.

Rubber

I'm made of rubber, the world's made of glue
Throw me all your crazy shit and I'll make them shiney new
Tell me tales of rainy days and take my sun away
Toss me all your nauseous wrecks and I'll make them turn the day
Sing the darker chants of life and echo sounds of pain
Crowd me with your sour grapes and I'll make them love the rain
Tighten your grip around my neck and kick me in the spine
Spit your vemon in my face and I'll make them sweet as wine.
I'm made of rubber, the world's made of glue
Open up and let me in to bounce this life to you.

Oh La Tequila

Lanky, lanky. Kinda cranky. Want a spanky? No, no thank ye.
Suit yourself. You're wasting your time. What can't be fixed with tequila and lime?
I'll take one for you and maybe one more. Do you feel better my silly little bore?
OK, one more. I think this will help. Little Miss Slinky, just let out your yelp.
Good god this tequila is love for the soul! Taste it - you'll like it you blind, blind mole.
So I guess you're not thirsty; can't let it waste. I guess I'll just down it; Oh that nice taste!
Someone just shoot me. Will you be my new friend? Tell her she's crazy and bring me an end.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Only a Moment

I want to love you, but not really.
I want to give you everything, but not really.
When I hear your voice, I feel so good, but not really.
When I hear you smile at the other end of the world, I feel whole, but not really.
I'm not capable of giving you much.
I can give you a moment in time, but that's it.
Nothing consistent.
I'm not able and neither are you.
We're screwed.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Abandoned by the Self

Surrounded by the pungent smell of vile and scornful lies,
I wandered down that long, cracked road that never seemed to rise.
You bound me in your wretched hate that made you feel so good
You stuffed a rag inside my mouth to make me what you could.
You spit your evil ways on me that scar me to this day
That burning acid crippled me; I could not run away.
You stupid fucker - what did you think when I rose above your spell?
I found my gall and puked you up and left you to your hell.
Betty Crocker? What the fuck? You thought I was that type?
To serve you on your throne of might then listen to you gripe?
And if I said that you weren't right, you'd hit me in the head.
You thought I'd be OK to see my face was splotchy red?
What was I thinking, staying there, to walk that hell with you?
Stupid me; I lost my way and didn't know what to do.
Until the day I looked around and saw I lost it all
How dare you take the blood I bled and paint it on your wall?
And now I'm gone and moving on; my road is on the rise
8 years later, today I say goodbye to the one I despise.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Don't Stop (Voices Inside My Head)

You're back. You're with me once again. It seems like forever since I lost you inside my secret world. I locked you away and lost the key that was my outlet to sanity. For reasons unknown to me, I made you go away. So far away. I closed you out. I abandoned you. True as you are, you never forgot about me. You waited until I was ready and now you're back. You came back to me. Fill me with the words that flow from my finger tips. Those words... Those thoughts... Those voices.... Tell me the stories of what I forgot. I'm a mad woman trying to keep up with these thoughts you give me. I am inspired once more. My fingers are bleeding. I won't lose what you're giving me again. I missed you. You are a side of me left dormat. Begin your eruption. Your patience is unrelenting. Why did I ever lock you up? I'm so glad I found you. Speak to me. Bring to me the beauty of the world inside my head. You've never been scared. It's always been me. Hold my hand and help me through. Help me write the story of me. Let me hear my angel sing. Welcome home.

Smoke

At first glace, a simple stream of smoke seems just that - simple. On the surface, it is simple; traveling straight up into the room, dissapating without a second thought from you. Look deeper: It's not so simple.... always unique. The transformation is much like life: Straight at first. Then wavering. Soon, swirling in a heavy mass. Lifting in different directions. Reuniting again, but this time, a little less heavy. Traveling further and further up in unison. Eventually, it's gone, leaving only a distinct smell - stinky to some, sweet to others, but nonetheless, it is a memory of the past.Smoke with me........

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Alone in the Night

I feel your warm breath roll over my shoulder
We sleep through the night and grow a little older
You reach out your hand, holding mine tight,
Keeping me close to you all through the night
You turn in your sleep but relax at my touch
As if I’m the one and you love me that much
At times when you wake and you see me right there,
You kiss me so gently in the bed that we share
The tenderness you show me runs deep through my soul
Echoes the my feelings as tears start to roll
I wake up alone in the middle of the night
You know and I know, something’s not right
I can’t feel your body; I can’t feel your hand
I can’t feel the warmth and it’s more than I can stand
The distance between us makes everything cold
I wish that I had you forever to hold
But I wake up alone and I know it’s a dream
I guess you don’t love me like it all used to seem.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Waiting

Look in her eyes and what do you see?
A little girl searching for what she will be.
The grown up on the outside is only a shell
Feeling full impact of life through this Hell.
She speaks out in kindness with words from the heart
The return she receives mostly tears her apart.
Each moment of memory, she hides safe and secure
When the world has forgotten her, they help her endure.
Her hand reaches out for the warmth of real love
Frozen and empty, she just gets a shove.
The girl sits alone; patient and waiting
She knows it's not time and can't bother hating.
Life, she says, is like wine in the making
The longer you wait, the better the taking.