JackTHorn

Say what you mean -- Don't say you'll walk with me if it's just  toleration If you don't agree,     Don't nod your head and smile Say what you mean -- Don't give me hollow lies, and your too-empty eyes No need to patronize, I only wanted to walk with you awhile Say what you mean -- In an elusive world, please don't be Just another pretender You were my lover, now it's over -- Don't I get an explanation? Coward -- girl, you're a coward What do you say to yourself? Coward -- girl, you're a coward... I'm too damn proud, To chase you down that seven-digit highway If avoidance is your method, Then we'll have to do this my wa

Seven years we spent as friends, and now we're touching ground again Since summer winds have let us down in autumn; At Halloween a year ago, you thought that you would let me know The secret that by August you'd forgotten.     And so now, we see     Whether it's meant to be,     Whether it's "that" or me     That you really wanted...     Inspect all the hope and fear,     Throw out the drugs and beer,     What you thought I'd want to hear     Was the last thing I wanted... A cosmos split against itself, and now you take me off the shelf; But which split end of you is what I'm getting? I know you're lost, I'm sure not fou

There's a bird that nests inside me, sleeping just beneath my skin I see ravens all around me, playing games against the wind. "One for sorrow! Six for gold!" chanted children in some distant day I can see my thoughts grow old, guess I'd have wondered anyway... There's a game of worms and ravens, there's a game of trash and crows and the falcon on the circling winds feels the gambit as it grows. A parliament around me and a jury close behind, I strive to represent myself and let the tether wind. Every noble raptor hides a thieving crow within I've seen priests committing daily what the layman says is sin.

I think of you (how many beginnings thus?) I could drink an ocean of cardial wine and dram impossibiliums by the dozen, roses whose petals are dried by the time I come to the 1667 miles between us. I take your name between my teeth, and sing strange songs to planets where your name is scarcely known. By day, your words and thoughts -- by night your images, multitudinous -- by dream, that indefinable thing that rides floating at the edge of your eyes -- these are the things that insert themselves between action and action, time and time, person and person. What oceans could carry to you, without drowning

tired not so tired as before, not so lifted the buzz of machine, of buzzing entertainment, my monthly payment's worth of sketches an empty book I should be filling faster glossy words, black on white from the artist I never yet knew a sense of disturbance, of dissatisfaction, dissention in the ranks and I a king who does not care, or else a coward who will not command or none. Nothing sometimes I feel that I'm falling faster, freeing, misconstruing failing. Embezzlement is the draining of a soul, fraction by fraction, drop by drop a sly and subtle thievery in the night, in the day, under your own nose