Insomniyacker: 2008.09

10 September 2008

Trouble

Whole wide world outside my door
Trouble's sweet stink thick in the misty air

My old vices and new vices too
Itching my feet
Curling my hair

What if I do?
What if I don't?

Ain't no dare I ain't chased,
But I'm tryin' so hard to be still

Every corner
Every step
Every sway of my hips and lick of my lips
Sends a dangerous vibe through the air

Can't find a place to go where it won't follow me home

I, Amie

I am not the sum of all the parts of me you see.
I, Amie.
Recycled Om to fuel tentative steps into a world unseen.
Therapeutic mistakes to invigorate an obstinate grasp on my dreams.
La ti da ti da ti di
I am me. I am me. I am me.

I am not responsible for living up to what you've heard about me.
I, Amie.
Ignorant of sensationalized half-truths, myths and lies.
Empowered by the lure of a future as eccentric as me.
La ti da ti da ti di
I am me. I am me. I am me.

Smoke

hittin' like a heavyweight
driftin' like a feather
smoke follows beauty
no matter the weather

love of destruction
passion for reprieve
smoke follows beauty
no matter your belief

Spent

Trying to think
through this mountain of sleep
and deep uncharted fear
of the known
is like trying to remember a dream once it's gone.

Racing

Racing like I'm running
from
or to
you

Hands are sweaty
Heart is fast
I'm racing like I'm running

Never with you
Always from or to you

With you, time stands still

But, getting there is always like jumping on a spinning merry-go-round

And once I'm on, the edge of the thing makes me dizzy

So.

I get in the center. Where it's still. And, I stay.

As long as I can. Til the ride reverses. Once again.