So as I sit waiting waiting for something anything that can give me hope I realize that I live by the pen because my swordplay isn't all up to par. It would be so much easier to join the fight or flight but i'd rather just contemplate and sing my random songs hoping someday that an angel will hear my voice.

We'll echo these sentiments of tourists and cameras while wandering hallways and stumbling in rooms it seems that we're so caught up I've said that so many times that we don't hear the voice saying all those important things. The random screaming of drunken young men making bad choices keeps me awake at night. If I'm not from your end and you aren't from mine then how did we get here this cornfield this place how did we reach this in a world full of possibilites? What b...

It's been just a few days and It's clear to see everything has changed takes my breath away how we run so fast without really ever stopping I can't get over that. Things seem fine they are, really but I don't think holding your breath is a good way to work under all the pressure you could get the bends and that's no good. I see the passive here they move nowhere like falling down an escalator you have to move breathe, react action is the only way to stay alive here. ...

It's so complicated amazingly beautiful just to see you standing together I have no clue how you came to be but fireworks seem dull when I look at your eyes Gravity doesn't fail, but you seem to make each other fly amazing really And however things got this way the raging forest fire you started I wonder if it will burn long enough to make the new trees grow?

Holden to greater things got her lost in the country among the backroads and 20 minute driveways The phrase "couldn't see the forest for the trees" just sometimes isn't enough "I told you so" She bids on the truth like an auction to be won or lost it feels so ridiculous and so precise, simple idiotic I don't know how she can take it.

He told my mother just a few months after that special day that he'd been miserable his whole life since the day she had been born. She was funny, and ever since her little years had to wear these bulky glasses my brother and I, we picked on her like all brothers do I know I've made her cry I've shed my fair share of tears because of her too this little baby girl was no end of trouble We've grown now and we still pick on each other but I find that I have an ally and ...

Please come out of the storm, the turbulence let the world see your beautiful face. clouds and rain are no way to live life so, soon, I pray for you and I hope that one day you get caught up lost in the spring of green eyes.

Amazing, the situations we get ourselves in never once realizing how stupid we are Amazing the things that we wish we could have done but didn't do because of the fear Amazing the things that we did and regret because of insecure tendencies and painful memories Amazing. Amazing that we still live on. Amazing that we love life.

Make your words a matter of introspection I don't need to know a name. Names are placeholders for ideals loves hates feelings emotions tempers hearts a lifetime bookmark on a beautiful face a sneer and the bird Make your words a matter of introspection and tell me who you are A name is not enough.

If you compare yourself to a high and powerful hawk bold and fearless strong and mighty Remember this - I can be a lowly dove and beat my little wings and still fly higher than you could ever. Wings just push the air. It's the heart that makes you fly.

Waist down, waste away caught in torrents eddies in the flow pulling hope life love happiness pain fear fear Like a whirlpool, catching the unaware in drowning power chaotic, destructive that is the power of the hate you hold.

Follow the pipeline up up up up up must touch the clouds jet of flame why can't I see it? And go finally down down down down Quickly louder, louder as the drill pounds why can't I feel it? Earth Giving up civilization's life blood Happiness to buy and sell at 2.67 a gallon what a bitch, 2.67 Not remembering that unless you feel like walking feet pounding pavement unless you move yourself And, As long as the rocks are squeezed dry As long as the dead give lif...

When they raise the flag and the music plays amazing glow of sideline lights The singers grumble non-commital sounds disappointed, almost wanting to keep out of reach It's dissapointing reafirming my faith in the mundane crowds faith that they will never take that stand. A great nation does not need the salute of a grumbled anthem. All it needs is one voice to sing.

It sounds like the white noise has finally stopped replaced by lucid tones dripping sentaments for another 40 minutes until commercial buy a house cars are cheap Surely it's a change change from the mundane to the mundane I'm not sure I like it better. the music keeps me awake at night thinking, just thinking I find myself listening for that final dulcet tone the one that will make the music Perfect Static is a friend till then.