in·sid'i·ous-1. Working or spreading harmfully in a subtle or stealthy manner

   Speak to me.
   Speak to me those sad insidious words
   You use so well.
   A perfected phrase of happy sorrow,
   Words that flow over our heads
   And down with our drinks.
   Words that haunt only me.
   So just go ahead and pretend,
   Pretend I’m him…
   The mean of your dreams,
   The man you loved before
   Everything went wrong.
   Speak
   And let your body speak the words
   You can never say.
   Because lets face it love,
   I’m not much…
   But I’m better than being alone.
   So speak to me
   Speak to me the cool peppermint words of hope
   The heavy words of sorrow
   And your empty words of love

They're sharing a drink they call loneliness...But it's better than drinkin' alone

Those sad songs

They take you back to that gray place

The dingy bars

The down and outs

The dust that covers us,

Like old coats

...Warm and loving

This is the place,

This is the place we go to be resurrected

The living limbo

The place your both dead & alive.

You wait for someone to save you

You wait for someone to walk through that door

Silhouetted by blinding light,

An angel

...Broad shoulders, and a handsome face

...Red lipstick and a black dress to match

We come and go

Born...Resurrected

But this stool has me bound

My ball and chain

All I have waiting...

A cold bed,

With a heart to match.

So I smile.

I smile because that's what I have left.

I smile and I strike conversation.

Quiet and Polite.

Play the part,

Because I know what they want to hear...

The sad writer,

Heartbroken and alone.

And here

...Sitting in eternity...

I am much obliged.

Last Chance To Make Your Biggest Regret

She said "Conversations with strangers never came so easy,

A quick smile was all I ever needed to get by"

(I was...) Quiet and collected

(You were...) Flirty and suggestive

But games are for people who like to win

And you know what they say

(Nice guys...)

So go ahead and be his trophy

And wear your gold metal

(Around that finger)

Because lets face it love,

The only thing I can live up to...

Is letting you down

Go ahead and think things through

Cause this wont mean a thing

Come tomorow morning

Is this what you wanted?

Is this what I promised?

Is this...

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   She cries out to me
   That sad beseechment
   Quiet sublime
   Like Miles’ soft horn
   On Flamenco Sketches
 "Come home to me
   Come home to me
   In the quiet whisper
   Of a warm summers night”
   …Cause you know
   “I was a pencil tip away
   From doing something stupid”
   But all those little white lies
   “They keep me up nights”
   Say what you will baby
   (And feed the rumors to the mill)
   Because I’m two drinks away
   From proving everything you’ve
   Ever said about me
   (But just keep talking baby, just keep talking)
   Cause come last call
   I’m coming clean
   (So what do you want to hear?)
   “She was a friend of a friend”
   Twice removed
   Or that we…

   “Fucked in the bathroom?”
   (But just keep talking precious, just keep talking)
   Cause I’m not the one with something to prove
   (What are you trying to?...)
   Life is full of disappointments
   I’m no different
   So what are you trying to prove?
   (Cause the truth will…)
   Cause the truth is,
   I can hold out much longer than you.

 

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Last night I dreamt of you.  It's been two years since I last saw you but I still feel the same.  I still feel like it was yesterday.  That sad sweet smile.  The soft smell of your hair.  The way I looked at you, almost scared you'd shatter.  If you only knew the man behind the brown eyes.  The person I could be, but never will.  You invade my dreams and intrude with a sweet serenity, grace unmatched by even God himself.  Not lust in my heart but love, a love that can never be spoke.  A quite soft love that you know but will never admit.  The hardest part is waking up knowing your not laying next to me...Merely Merely Merely life is but a dream...

A Bob Marley Type Of Mood

   Father,
   Why have you forsaken me?
   Abandoned in the wasteland of my life
   Left to search for substance in an empty land
   A land filled with the propaganda of your false profits
   All so that they might increase the profits in their pockets
   White picket profits
   With deep pockets
   Spew their sewer propaganda
   Poisoning the ocean of the masses
   Picking people apart
   Picking ME apart
   Picking apart my art
   Saying I’m possessed
   Saying “I’m not impressed”
   I don’t give a fuck if your impressed
   And maybe I am possessed
   Not by demons or devils
   But by sense
   I am a living protest
   I can not be pacified by
   False profits with deep pockets
   We are not commodities to
   Be bought and sold
   It doesn’t matter how many times we are told
   We will overcome
   I will carry the flag into battle
   We will rage!
   We will rage against the dieing of the light!

You Know Who You Are (I Hope Not)

The sun fights its way through the blinds

Holding Me hostage

Bringing me back to reality.

A life of emptyness,

Gone is the perfection of sleep,

Gone is the girl I will dream of the rest of my life...