Saturday, February 21, 2009

Atmosphere 26 - Direction

Mood: Very frustrated
Sound Waves: Nothing

Chores

I wish I could listen to you.
And listen well
Instead of my eardrums being beaten alive
Senseless and doubtless by a "higher mammal"
Self-approach to life.
Better than the complication of discipline
And respect for two sides.
Rather that than the ruthless assault of
Sarcastic enthusiasm and meaningless
Advice that is rotten but not an inch
Comforting.
I wish I could listen to you
For whatever things I've done, its never good
Enough for you.


Will you be happy then?

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Atmosphere 25 - La Lune

Mood: Very drained
Sound Waves: Moon On The Water - BEAT CRUSADERS

Revolution
This feeling is like the biggest comeback for
the least known boy band,
faith thrown at a construction worker,
soundwaves used for hot pads,
like misua noodles lit into fireworks,
a copter laughing at a screen door,
a baby blue cowboy missing capoiera lessons,
greens used for aesthetics purposes.
Its like a jalepeno dressed in leather,
an 8-track gone hip in '07,
a cutie chaser, wearing pincushions on his elbows,
a stupid barber with a butterfly knife,
synchronized krump dancing with azurite,
like the 8th dwarf, a mullet rocker on electric sitar,
the word that rhymes with platypus,
like a hierophant with a royal egg blue Beam Katana.
Its like raising Oni's legimate nephews,
honey punch with a twist of seduction,
a chandelier curtsying its brass mirror partner,
a black sheep family,
the screen blinking "He's not there" over and over again,
wearing sunglasses at inauguration day,
the witch doctor's words to win my way
into your heart.
Its like a dial tone come to life,
an everlasting sky, with inspiration made of sadness and rain,
a stray dog howling eternally at the bittersweet universe,
a mother seeing her child for the first and last time,
a feather storm made out of freedom,
a miracle twice overlooked then believed.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Atmosphere 24 - All over for Overall

Mood: Frustrated
Sound Waves: Decode - Paramore


I silently dream on about my mortal end
While my worried mind tosses and turns
From the calamity my conscious caused
As the sunrise rolls down from Haven's sky

While my worried mind tosses and turns
Insomnia waltzes me towards Mania
As the sunrise rolls down from Haven's sky
The uneasy feeling does not leave

Insomnia waltzes me towards Mania
These nights are driving me to the cliffside of Delirium
The uneasy feeling does not leave
For tomorrow is threatening to take my life

These nights are driving me to the cliffside of Delirium
From the calamity my conscious caused
For tomorrow is threatening to take my life
I silently dream on about my mortal end.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Atmosphere 23 - October Rose

Mood: Happy
Sound Waves: Dress - Abingdon Boys School

Green Ribbon

Her words didn't reach
My brain. Pieces of him
Began to pierce me.

Consumming my soul,
They inprint into my mind.
My dreams dashed out, sealed.

"Dear my love, I've left."
Deprived me into ashes,
My blood stops stiff.

My selfish love for him
Is displayed in these eyes full
Of regret, sorrow.

Now those words are now
Just a shadow of a dream
Fully spent, now gone.