voodoo chile ventures

rhyming and repetition...my mental stitching. ramble on.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Acceptence

You are a walking contradiction
indeed
truth is stranger than fiction

You spill Hail Mary's on Sundays
and spend the work week
taking His name in vain

Sometimes I really think you care
and then others
I realize it is all personal fair

I feel you could be akin to me
that makes sense
as I am already surrounded by human epitomes

you laugh
you grin
you shriek
trivial things
you just don't see
unless you want to see

you say if you think about it
too much
then you might just believe
but you don't
because that would change
everything

if you cared

if you cared

about something beyond
yourself

your words twist
twizzler
praying for ten dollars
and then
mocking the less fortunate
at the food counter

what a sad skin you live in
rigid, petty, material wins
the disgust you breath
is the true sin

Monday, October 16, 2006

2nd floor disturbance

where do i belong



e-pit-o-me


there are a few things i know for sure
and one is you can't swallow the world

i have the late night disease
and nagging philosophies

being apart of what i am against
must find that invisible fence

i hope i never lose my awareness
and not stick by fairing it

the future lays open like a road
and i can barely wiggle my toes

grounded & flying at the same time
must find the gold mind

i believe i can
that i have the tools
to make that room
that i can make it fit
where i am at

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

then again

when i hear certain songs
i am laying back in your bed
cold blue sheets
bamboo blinds
the world stopped there
blind futures
everything ahead of us
so young
everything to gain
everything to lose
so warm
the light
in that niche
looking back
a sense of security
comfort, safety is there
knowing you would be there
you will be there.
this memory has a room
in me.
i can't go back there again,
can I?
how many times could
i wake up in that light?
forgive my indecision
i am only a woman
my naivety about life
attaches itself
to the past,
but i find comfort in
knowing that we
were in it together
in knowing that your heart
will always be good
that we change
but those days
in our brown eyes
will always be the same