stolen sights and sounds

talking through someone else's words and seeing through someone else's eyes
May 16
… if my heart were at peace would it be a blossom? or, satisfied, would it be a stone? my heart is not at peace. I woke up hungry. there is wind but there’s no song. a satisfied heart, half sleeping through the days, in the wind, in the home. if my heart were at peace I would have closed the doors and windows. satisfaction feels like a tomb. I was writhing in the tomb, my heart a frozen boulder, the “romance” and all I’d rejected comes like music on the wind. the violence in my heart, the stone in the mountain, all destroyed by the burning wind… all revealed by the sweeping broom…

… if my heart were at peace would it be a blossom? or, satisfied, would it be a stone? my heart is not at peace. I woke up hungry. there is wind but there’s no song. a satisfied heart, half sleeping through the days, in the wind, in the home. if my heart were at peace I would have closed the doors and windows. satisfaction feels like a tomb. I was writhing in the tomb, my heart a frozen boulder, the “romance” and all I’d rejected comes like music on the wind. the violence in my heart, the stone in the mountain, all destroyed by the burning wind… all revealed by the sweeping broom…

March 3
…I want something like I remember and I want something that lasts forever. I remember times you said that you’d be true to me, look at how the weather’s changing. I’m accustomed to your deception, comes the rule with no exception and I’ve been dragged across the river running far and wide, come and see how I feel inside. change for the better, change for the worse, changes with summer and fall. now you’re a stranger, spare me some change so I can find someone to call my own. now that winter has fallen upon us I need something that’s warm and honest and if I found someone who thinks that they’ll be true to me I really wouldn’t want to change it. I have seen I have seen what these changes mean to me, If you’re thinking of changing, if you’re thinking of staying with me we need to agree, we need to make some changes we need what we need. do I need you? do you need me?…

…I want something like I remember and I want something that lasts forever. I remember times you said that you’d be true to me, look at how the weather’s changing. I’m accustomed to your deception, comes the rule with no exception and I’ve been dragged across the river running far and wide, come and see how I feel inside. change for the better, change for the worse, changes with summer and fall. now you’re a stranger, spare me some change so I can find someone to call my own. now that winter has fallen upon us I need something that’s warm and honest and if I found someone who thinks that they’ll be true to me I really wouldn’t want to change it. I have seen I have seen what these changes mean to me, If you’re thinking of changing, if you’re thinking of staying with me we need to agree, we need to make some changes we need what we need. do I need you? do you need me?…

January 25
…what did you expect from us, we’re murderers. murderers and liars and rapists and thieves. you should never put your trust in any of us, there is nothing to gain from this interference…

…what did you expect from us, we’re murderers. murderers and liars and rapists and thieves. you should never put your trust in any of us, there is nothing to gain from this interference…

January 18
…stand in the water with your red ‘n’ white bikini dots telling your daughter this is where we are and what we’ve got. I know you’re there, I can relive you silhouetting on the golden sea. I feel with you even though I know you’re not with me. you lie so lonely listening to the silence of the graves, you don’t belong there, you belong down south among the waves. one for the girl that went away, two for the girl that went astray, three is in between you. underground sun, I miss you…

…stand in the water with your red ‘n’ white bikini dots telling your daughter this is where we are and what we’ve got. I know you’re there, I can relive you silhouetting on the golden sea. I feel with you even though I know you’re not with me. you lie so lonely listening to the silence of the graves, you don’t belong there, you belong down south among the waves. one for the girl that went away, two for the girl that went astray, three is in between you. underground sun, I miss you…

January 7
…there’s a thin line between what you do and what you should, every time I cross it I just feel insanely good…

…there’s a thin line between what you do and what you should, every time I cross it I just feel insanely good…

January 5
…I put my feet deep in the tracks that you made, walked behind you off into the wood. ‘we’ll know where when we get there’ you said, and we both knew we would. high above like a spider, the colors turning brown. freeways passing by us, I took yr hand and we knelt down. wheels paddle wheels paddle movement as we go, trees passing trees passing signs along the road. a view thru the trees to a couple in the snow, a view thru the trees to a couple standing in the snow. suddenly the trees were flashing by us, clouds reflecting fast across your eyes. we turned into a frozen meadow, the wind the only sound…

…I put my feet deep in the tracks that you made, walked behind you off into the wood. ‘we’ll know where when we get there’ you said, and we both knew we would. high above like a spider, the colors turning brown. freeways passing by us, I took yr hand and we knelt down. wheels paddle wheels paddle movement as we go, trees passing trees passing signs along the road. a view thru the trees to a couple in the snow, a view thru the trees to a couple standing in the snow. suddenly the trees were flashing by us, clouds reflecting fast across your eyes. we turned into a frozen meadow, the wind the only sound…

January 4
…winter weather is not my soul, but the biding for spring… why’s everybody looking at me like there’s something fundamentally wrong? like I’m a southern bird that stayed north too long. winter exposes the nest. then I’m gone…

…winter weather is not my soul, but the biding for spring… why’s everybody looking at me like there’s something fundamentally wrong? like I’m a southern bird that stayed north too long. winter exposes the nest. then I’m gone…

December 29
…you tortured little girl, showing them what love is all about. where did all the time go?…

…you tortured little girl, showing them what love is all about. where did all the time go?…

December 27
…I just try to do whatever I can and if I should cry, well you know I’m only a man. to say you’re only human, to say you’re just a man, what does that mean?…

…I just try to do whatever I can and if I should cry, well you know I’m only a man. to say you’re only human, to say you’re just a man, what does that mean?…

December 22
…blanket me sweet nurse and keep me from burnin’. I must get back to the woods, dear girls, I must get back to the woods. in the bloody elevator rising for their first cup of tea of the day, when does sky turn into space and air into wind? the only things I really need is water, a gun, and rabbits. let me rest my fevered cheek upon your warm sweet bellies. in the bloody elevator going to the bright theater now, come on boys, please let me taste the clean dirt in my lungs and moss on my back… 

…blanket me sweet nurse and keep me from burnin’. I must get back to the woods, dear girls, I must get back to the woods. in the bloody elevator rising for their first cup of tea of the day, when does sky turn into space and air into wind? the only things I really need is water, a gun, and rabbits. let me rest my fevered cheek upon your warm sweet bellies. in the bloody elevator going to the bright theater now, come on boys, please let me taste the clean dirt in my lungs and moss on my back…