Life as an Extreme Sport

Another of those “poem? lyric? who cares” bits that was written as one, worked into the other… I like the sentiment. I’m noticing one person was the inspiration for a lot of these, even though we were simply friends with a lot of emotional energy. I should probably note that most of this batch (those published to this blog on July 10 2006) is rough-written; no edits. Written once, smoothed out for basic issues, then set aside and left alone. For much longer than intended, as it turned out…

I saw the desire burning in your eyes
It was hard to miss and harder still to resist
But I had to resist

The house of cards fell
Like they always fall
We were only slightly oblivious
Could Lucifer have missed signs so obvious

We were so insular
Caught unaware by a little late night infidelity
The earthquakes from a moments carelessness
Shook our world apart

The house of cards fell
Like they always fall
We were only slightly oblivious
Could Lucifer have missed signs so obvious?

I see you sometimes
In the hands of Morpheus
We repeat those long lunches and late nights
Time spent talking, palms touching

The house of cards fell
Like they always fall
And we were only slightly oblivious
Before our fall

A snippet of something that was being worked into a song – I like this bit; the rest I could do without.

What’s your religion
Religion and spirituality
Crookedness and truth, an actual axis of evil
Samsara, Nirvana, the fading of passion
Evil is done by oneself
Nirvana and the everyday world
Freeze the frame and join the search for Jesus today
Or become the deathless way
Don’t be heedless
Two kinds of suffering running into reality
People are unknowing
Worship those worthy of worship

A poem, a song – who knows. From the heart, anyhow. I’ve always been good at lines like “I remember my jealousy louder than your screams”; figuring out what to do with them has been the challenge.

in a dark house paved with snow living all alone
it was so long ago what was I running from
the fire crackles the lightning sings
the memories come back to me
this is how this is how you make my heart haunted

I remember my jealousy louder than your screams
I let my guard down and your arrows fly beyond me
no path to fly no hands to catch me no options left
I’m going to stay
the fire crackles the lightning sings
you close in on me
this is how this is how you make my heart haunted

sunlight finds my eyes cast down meekly at the ground
I felt your breath on that lightning spark
touching at my heart
no path to fly no hands to catch me no options left
I’m going to stay
the fire crackles the lightning sings
it was always ending
this is how this is how you make my heart haunted

This firmly solidifies my nomination to the black crayon club. I like some of the aliteration, but overall roll my eyes at it.

the harsh light of morning shattering the dreams dreamt before dawn
washing disillusionment from horizon to horizon
what was only imagined
what was actually there
what’s been turned unreal in this morning light
what’s been blown away by this frigid air

the night brings its comfort it’s shadows full of maybes, hope lurking in the dark
in chocolate eyes the passion reads while doubts flee from such clarity
what was only imagined
what was actually there
what’s been turned to reality in this evening light
what’s been brought forth by this fervorish air

For a while, it looked like I would be providing lyrics for a group; sort of pop/EBM, although the sound was never really defined. This is one of the original proposals. I don’t have a date for it, but it would have been some point between August 2001 and January 2004. Specific, eh? I could look at the meta-data, but I’m lazy.

Girls who wait
With frigid tight smiles
Guys who leer
Looking for their mile
The advantage you take
The risk that you spread
Are you at all aware of it?
Is it at all in your head?

The little boy smile
And innocent appeal
How far does it take you?
How much do you feel?
Where is the cost, benefit, analysis?
Where is your conscience in moments like this?

And I wonder
Do you know
What your actions do
To those other than you
With your blaise smiles
And simple boy grin
Do you see
How it is
You affect me

The little boy smile
And innocent appeal
How far does it take you?
How much do you feel?
Where is the cost, benefit, analysis?
Where is your conscience in moments like this?