They say lighting never strikes the same place twice.
This is false.
Lighting never strikes the same moment twice,
And I am captivated.
Thunder sparkle on my flash crack brain
Boom me open.
Burn me only oak tree in a pasture style
Make me witness.
-hyp
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
"Ode to Eleanor and my enduring question"
"Ode to Eleanor and my enduring question"
I wanna fuck in the rain
on acid
I hear you see things,
things that I would like to see.
Maybe I'll see you.
-hyp
I wanna fuck in the rain
on acid
I hear you see things,
things that I would like to see.
Maybe I'll see you.
-hyp
Monday, May 4, 2009
naturalstrandswillfindthemselvestogether, become one.
Every night before I go to bed
I call my father and I tell him I’m thankful for his guidance
I love him, and I’ll call him in the morning on my way to class
He’s a busy man and he says
You don’t get much done when your mouth is doing all the work
The conversations are short
I usually lie about what I’m doing, tell him I’ve got things to do
And hang up quickly before he can feel my tremor through the static
Like braille his brains could read
But I don’t want him to feel me
He tells me he’s embarrassed his son
Can’t function without assistance
That my drive 300 miles to sanity every night
Is a waste of resources and thank god for health insurance
Because a real man could stand on his own
He tells me I should pray more
Asks me why I destroy my skin with ink
“Its a damn shame boy, to cover what god created”
And coloring over an already tainted picture only masks the memory
You can’t hide what has already been painted
I paid a stranger to tattoo clarity to my lower lip
so if i didn’t know what to say
I would at least know where to find some answers
And I don’t wanna put the lead back in the chamber
Because in my brain matter on the wall behind me
You can see everything I was ever thinking
It was a beautiful day outside
I hung a noose by the window
Watching my shadow tip toe up the wall
I was dangling just above low enough to touch
And I liked the pressure
To feel the bombs in my throat instead of in my head
I couldn’t cut out all the roaches
They were crawling beneath my skin
But I diced them until they were dead
Now my body is covered in these pictures
And I know what’s beneath the surface
There is a reason you stretch a canvas over frame
But I stretched me too thin
Call me a monster
Tell me It gets brighter
But when your blood is blue its because its suffocating too
and everyone is just here to help
Don’t help me
The longest nights are the one’s I’ve probably yet to see
But I’m not interested
I got spiders in my mind thinking they are thoughts
Tripping through molasses and ginger so even the brightest moments taste a little bitter
But I’m holding on
I never want want my father to be put into the situation of
which tie is more black
Could sunglasses hide his eyes
Or should it be closed casket
He doesn’t mean it when he says these things
I know it because he still tells me that he loves me
Cries when he sees razors
And begs me to come visit more
So I push back the homeless crows
Untie all the nooses
Open all the curtains
Like it was a beautiful day outside
And call my father
I call my father and I tell him I’m thankful for his guidance
I love him, and I’ll call him in the morning on my way to class
He’s a busy man and he says
You don’t get much done when your mouth is doing all the work
The conversations are short
I usually lie about what I’m doing, tell him I’ve got things to do
And hang up quickly before he can feel my tremor through the static
Like braille his brains could read
But I don’t want him to feel me
He tells me he’s embarrassed his son
Can’t function without assistance
That my drive 300 miles to sanity every night
Is a waste of resources and thank god for health insurance
Because a real man could stand on his own
He tells me I should pray more
Asks me why I destroy my skin with ink
“Its a damn shame boy, to cover what god created”
And coloring over an already tainted picture only masks the memory
You can’t hide what has already been painted
I paid a stranger to tattoo clarity to my lower lip
so if i didn’t know what to say
I would at least know where to find some answers
And I don’t wanna put the lead back in the chamber
Because in my brain matter on the wall behind me
You can see everything I was ever thinking
It was a beautiful day outside
I hung a noose by the window
Watching my shadow tip toe up the wall
I was dangling just above low enough to touch
And I liked the pressure
To feel the bombs in my throat instead of in my head
I couldn’t cut out all the roaches
They were crawling beneath my skin
But I diced them until they were dead
Now my body is covered in these pictures
And I know what’s beneath the surface
There is a reason you stretch a canvas over frame
But I stretched me too thin
Call me a monster
Tell me It gets brighter
But when your blood is blue its because its suffocating too
and everyone is just here to help
Don’t help me
The longest nights are the one’s I’ve probably yet to see
But I’m not interested
I got spiders in my mind thinking they are thoughts
Tripping through molasses and ginger so even the brightest moments taste a little bitter
But I’m holding on
I never want want my father to be put into the situation of
which tie is more black
Could sunglasses hide his eyes
Or should it be closed casket
He doesn’t mean it when he says these things
I know it because he still tells me that he loves me
Cries when he sees razors
And begs me to come visit more
So I push back the homeless crows
Untie all the nooses
Open all the curtains
Like it was a beautiful day outside
And call my father
Sunflowers and Scarves
Her tears fell like snowflakes in late may
All honesty had become heavy and was escaping through tear ducts
Beauty was lost before it hit my hands and everything magical about her ran through the cracks in my fingers
Willingly I let it splash the grass and hoped the ground was thirsty so it would disappear quickly
I couldn’t bare to hold her anymore
Hanging heads looked to weakened knees
“Your lips can quiver all they want but the truth never shakes free, Peter lied 3 times too”
But there is no rooster in the morning to red flag your betrayal
I don’t want your lips to crucify me
I want to remember them more holy
And less full of holes like your story
You’re only honest in your actions
So say cut so we can end this round of pictionary
Thread-bound to sanity I drew cartoons of us on a scarf and pulled the tassels so i could watch what love unravelling looked like, I missed it the first time.
Only I was never acting, I’m that good
I never knew the scene had started
“Don’t tell me what I know, fear is no excuse and you don’t drink so you must have swallowed what you wanted.”
But I’m not swallowing my pride, you gave him all I had when you gave him your hand
Couldn’t even wear your grandmothers ring much less the stones I bought you
Must have been a reminder you couldn’t bare to stare at the two hours you drove in silence to his bedside
You traded a lifetime of devotion for one afternoon of uncertainty
I bled slowly every night for 34 weeks
Allowing the nightmares of rolling over to no one to leak and escape through my veins
To soak into the sheets you bought me
but i could never taint your memory
I still see you with a tiara and I’m playing roulette with 4 bullets to put the odds in my favor
Tying nooses in staircases and archways to lean fate to my side
I’m looking for excuses to get me in your arms again
I brought you sunflowers praying the irony would allow for one more morning
One more morning
No more mourning
But the sun will soon burn out too,
You no longer glow next to me
I was once a cosmonaut bent on a mission to repair a broken nova
But space travel is merely a reverie
Space cadet lost in space
I’ve nothing to revolve around
If only I had something to regret, to squeeze me like cotton, something fitted
Linens have walls too, corners allowing entrapment for your mood swings
I’ve been browbeaten by your stares of attempted repentance
I no longer listen to my favorite songs because you redefined harmony and progression
All honesty had become heavy and was escaping through tear ducts
Beauty was lost before it hit my hands and everything magical about her ran through the cracks in my fingers
Willingly I let it splash the grass and hoped the ground was thirsty so it would disappear quickly
I couldn’t bare to hold her anymore
Hanging heads looked to weakened knees
“Your lips can quiver all they want but the truth never shakes free, Peter lied 3 times too”
But there is no rooster in the morning to red flag your betrayal
I don’t want your lips to crucify me
I want to remember them more holy
And less full of holes like your story
You’re only honest in your actions
So say cut so we can end this round of pictionary
Thread-bound to sanity I drew cartoons of us on a scarf and pulled the tassels so i could watch what love unravelling looked like, I missed it the first time.
Only I was never acting, I’m that good
I never knew the scene had started
“Don’t tell me what I know, fear is no excuse and you don’t drink so you must have swallowed what you wanted.”
But I’m not swallowing my pride, you gave him all I had when you gave him your hand
Couldn’t even wear your grandmothers ring much less the stones I bought you
Must have been a reminder you couldn’t bare to stare at the two hours you drove in silence to his bedside
You traded a lifetime of devotion for one afternoon of uncertainty
I bled slowly every night for 34 weeks
Allowing the nightmares of rolling over to no one to leak and escape through my veins
To soak into the sheets you bought me
but i could never taint your memory
I still see you with a tiara and I’m playing roulette with 4 bullets to put the odds in my favor
Tying nooses in staircases and archways to lean fate to my side
I’m looking for excuses to get me in your arms again
I brought you sunflowers praying the irony would allow for one more morning
One more morning
No more mourning
But the sun will soon burn out too,
You no longer glow next to me
I was once a cosmonaut bent on a mission to repair a broken nova
But space travel is merely a reverie
Space cadet lost in space
I’ve nothing to revolve around
If only I had something to regret, to squeeze me like cotton, something fitted
Linens have walls too, corners allowing entrapment for your mood swings
I’ve been browbeaten by your stares of attempted repentance
I no longer listen to my favorite songs because you redefined harmony and progression
the Swine Flew
Ok, so I know since a large population of my public reads this blog religiously so those fans would definetly know that I haven't posted anything in a coons' age (im not sure how long that is, but Raccoons live a long as time so I'm gonna guestimate about 10 years). Further more I would like to supply you ladies and gentlemen with some work. Here you go. enjoy my children.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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