archiving old writings

Caution killed Desire and a Faded Glow

2008

If you ask her if she understands

you'll find she speaks loudest

with the touch of her hand

she gives what she needs

so they never demand

trading true feelings

for what everyone can stand

leaving the diary tragedies

to drown on the floor of the ocean

it makes for lighter travel

without the weight of devotion

so gone are the sunsets

once painted in pure emotion

while those energetic times told of progress

the aftermath rewound us in slow motion

These days she says I'm always alright

we're all trying to get swept up in obsession
without the burden of connection
but passionate love is a blinding sight
so whats wrong with a little deception

I can still feel if I squeeze pretty tight

so it's okay to just fall in line

step by step with all the other robots

racing by loves' maze of mines 

cause everybody has got somewhere to be

there just isn't the time

to pause, collect and see

that the castles they're building are so far from free

And this place punctures like an adrenaline injection

in this schema everyone has to keep moving

slowly losing direction

speeding by landscapes

with no space for intuitive heart selection

amiable boredom is bought and sold

while rings grab fingers and settle apprehension

they annihilate all question concerning future rejection

leaving true love to rest catatonic and mute

the concept of an elevating connection

becomes too foreign to mention

so when you meet her

she'll accept your version of fine

with words like your insides are as black as mine

and don't worry baby I've seen worse crimes

when you find her she'll go with the flow

bearing caution killed desire and a faded glow

she was born into a swamp of toxic blood lines

and since her 20 year escape from that fatal vine

she's abandoned emotional pursuit

with callous bred insouciance towards attachments that bind

structural stability has demolished cloud nine