a letter to my muse
Dearest,
I am about to attempt to write once more. Attempt,
being the operative word. It’s been ages since I’ve last come up with a decent
piece of literature, creative or otherwise. It seems that I have lost my mojo
along with your departure. I swore to give up writing when you left. As a
matter of fact I swore to give up a lot of things then. But circumstances
change. People change. I can now will myself to utter your name without even
flinching. I think I’m making progress. After all, it’s been six months. Six
morbid months of introspection and affirmation. I...
once more... with feelings...
I want to know how
it will end.
I want to be sure of what it will cost.
I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me.
I want you to call me on your drug phone.
I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later.
I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire.
I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win.
I want the name of the ruiner.
I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn.
I want you to know that being kind is overrated.
I want to measure how much torture we can stand.
I want to know where your...
pink floyd kicks ass!!!
WISH YOU WERE HERE
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have...
that particular time...
my foundation was rocked
my tried and true way to deal was to vanish
my departures were old I stood in the room shaking in my boots
at that particular time love had challenged me to stay
at that particular moment I knew not run away again
that particular month I was ready to investigate with you
at that particular time
we thought a break would be good for four months we sat and vacillated
we thought a small time apart would clear up the doubts that were abounding
at that particular time love encouraged me to wait
at that particular moment it helped me...
