tonight my thoughts cut diamonds from sentiment
bending love in to a detached illumination
a switch being thrown
detonates the flowers of my old language
bores hollows through my fingertips
the new language is devoid of beauty
a language disinterested in
emotional whims
the ocean mimics the moon by moving on its own yes,
and the moon will always pull her strings
commanding the ocean to shrink and grow
but the ocean is only so much water
salted to ruin
and the moon
a revolving stone.
only drowning men romanticize the sea
only cowards cry after the moon
so much sentiment
deludes the mind
the truth should always cause you to choke
the truth
before you round it’s edges
before you dull its reflection
will always prove you to yourself
I am tired of not saying what I mean
I am tired of not saying what I see
I mean for these words to
crush the moon to powder
(stealing its beauty from you)
I see these words setting fire to the sea
(turning its beauty to truth)
7/10/01
bending love in to a detached illumination
a switch being thrown
detonates the flowers of my old language
bores hollows through my fingertips
the new language is devoid of beauty
a language disinterested in
emotional whims
the ocean mimics the moon by moving on its own yes,
and the moon will always pull her strings
commanding the ocean to shrink and grow
but the ocean is only so much water
salted to ruin
and the moon
a revolving stone.
only drowning men romanticize the sea
only cowards cry after the moon
so much sentiment
deludes the mind
the truth should always cause you to choke
the truth
before you round it’s edges
before you dull its reflection
will always prove you to yourself
I am tired of not saying what I mean
I am tired of not saying what I see
I mean for these words to
crush the moon to powder
(stealing its beauty from you)
I see these words setting fire to the sea
(turning its beauty to truth)
7/10/01
