Friday, January 14, 2011

Letter to Anon (A WORK IN PROGRESS to be remixed mix with Bill Evan´s NYC´s no lark)

Listen!
Letter to Anon (A WORK IN PROGRESS)

Time has passed, the birds have flown
You say you have a seers eye, you can seewhere they`re heading
I look up and can only see their shit falling
I pushed play but actions belied and betrayed your feelings
You call me a player! but I know I've been played
Had I played the slayer you probably would have stayed
Both of us caught in a moment, not waiting  when waiting means passing love by
If I made a mistake it was thinking our seam or swell was stronger
 than the rocks and waves crashing around us, over us
Maybe I was not listening to my intuition
bullshit. You filled our lives with people who served to distract you from your own tempest
serve themselves of you and your time and mine
A clearer head would be had without the clouded shit of others I have no need or want of them
you called them to you, you had your reasons, but you don't share
I value and appreciate your caring to help, but you dont need anymore reasons
I dont need help or saving just the love of a good woman, just a heart to soothe my battle weary soul, and less of this poetic shite; I miss the calm love I felt when looking into your eyes; am I wrong, is it now contempt looking back at me?
Will it mirror back to you

No need for petty dramas, you cannot drive someone to a place at your pace, not if you are wanting to be somewhere else Excuses, you really just want to run to your crutches
I don't give a fuk, I am patient, but our time is not forever and can stop at any moment; fuk waiting!
Now was the right tick of the clock, I wanted a lifetime, believed in a season, but I barely got sense or reason. Tick tick boom!
You need protection from your own creations not any outward daemons or gangstas
Happiness is not in waiting
Happiness is not in someone you help
Happiness is not in the solace of strangers
Happiness is not in the approval of your family
Happiness is not in the forsaking the love of a lover
Happiness is not found waiting with you in a locked box
Happiness lives in your unfettered heart and flows freely for you to share

Listen!

Skodi Jodi

Skodi Jodi

Crotchless, Skanky, Laughy, Dopey, Sneezy, Doc and you
Snow White was Cocaine 
for my Shoe kicked her Arse and kicked the Rabbit
The Monkey Laughed and kicked my Habit
Seventy plus I may have a Clue-
if I don't drown in my own piss.
I hate that smell, it makes me gag-
and that 'aint funny..