Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Neopolitan Dreams - Lisa Mitchell

You'll go and I’ll be okay,
I can dream the rest away
It's just a little touch of fate, it will be okay
It sure takes its precious time, but it’s got rights and so have I

I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves
You couldn’t be alone, the time I feel like I am walking blind
I have nowhere, I’ll have time

There are no legible signs
There are no legible signs

I like the way that you talk,
I like the way that you walk.
It’s hard to recreate such an individual game

You wait your turn in the queue,
You say your "sorry's" and "thank you’s"
I don’t think you’re ever
A hundred percent in the room
You’re not in the room
You're not in the room

Deepest, of the dark nights
Here lies, the highest of highs
Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea

You wait you turn in the queue,
You say your "sorry's" and "thank you's"
I don’t think you’re ever
A hundred percent in the room
You’re not in the room
You're not in the room


Lisa Mitchell- Neopolitan Dreams

Monday, December 28, 2009

Convulsion

My insides are being harvested to my mind
Body twisting and turning to my convulsive thoughts
The tongue is quick to pass judgement
The tongue was quick to taste poison
So potent in your appeal
Drawing everything around you near
You whisper your intentions
Then scream your agenda into my body
Writhing from the pleasure of impurity
Desparately wanting all and none of you
Knowing you are an empty shell of a man, what could have been a man.