2009 December | saint john and the revelations

Weekly Ramblings

28 Dec 2009, 5:47pm in News by SJ

I want you at my deathbed confession. #
The god of 1008 faces, tied to your bedroom wall with red licorice laces, scratching out my sins with with anxious nails, forgiveness fails. #
Take courage, young souls, not from your gods, your fathers, or heroes. Take courage from the marrow of fear, from inside, know it, and win #
Happy Boxing Day comrades! #
You can't see me when I've put the universe in my chest. #
Impatient Supernova #
One drop of rain, falling in the desert sky, I will not touch the ground. #
On my way back to Venice. They won't let me take my parachute as a carryon bag. It's ok, I have my flying squirrel wings sewed on my jacket. #
"All that I was looking for was somebody who looked like you" #

21 Dec 2009, 9:47am in News by SJ

14 Dec 2009, 9:47am in News by SJ

Poisoning arrows with the sweat off your skin, we'll take full advantage of our late night sin #
We don't know where it all went wrong, we keep peering out waiting for the dawn #
"Baby when you walk you shake just like a willow tree" #
Daggers for feathers, wings spread wide, they might glimmer in the sun, but they can't cross this divide. #
Delightful curses, heavy blessings, you once knew, but now you're guessing. #
it's not because you sold your soul, it's because of how little you got for it. #
Who is the god and who is the mortal? #
Too much red wine and your lips were too close. #
A billion suns out tonight. Space pollen. #
Bringing coal to Newcastle. #

7 Dec 2009, 9:47am in News by SJ

I need something to do. I keep getting myself into trouble. #
Ha! They're not ghosts, I am. It's making more sense now. #
The house is on fire, but she's so calm, twirling her hair in her fingers, it reminds her of prom. #
mind experiments, memory tsunami, hard to breathe, clear out your past, clean up your soul, make contact. Soon. Now. It's still you and me. #
A pretty girl with freckles laughing in the sunshine can cure any bad mood. #
Taking the long way home. The moon has this little town lit up like daytime. #
I eat Patak's curry sauce straight from the jar. #
The Cure "Secrets" will be accompanying me for sunset today. And my black jelly bracelets. #
She was a sweet reminder that I could be adored. #
It's a blind date with planet Earth. Have some breath mints. #
It's not a suicide note, just a notice to the postman of a serious change of address. #
I heard their voices and I leapt. Heard their echoes in the chasm and thundering across the sky. I haven't landed. Falling or soaring? #
One small bit, less than an atom, controls all of this, and we stamp our feet and curse a prayer for bliss. #
These are my perfect metaphors I can't explain. #
It's not important, but it does mean something. #
I'm just a lie that you sometimes told, that I scratched in stone, afraid to be true, and afraid to be unknown. #
I don't know how it happened, AND, I have the extra advantage in that I also don't care. #