Being human…

Rarely–or at least less often than I would like–do I feel that the lyrics of an artist give the listener a glimpse into the artist’s internal struggle with the thick,  tough tangles of life. But I think that The Killers’ frontman Brandon Flowers allows us more than a fleeting glance. He offers a strange but [...]

Let it Happen

Talk, talking a lot, but it’s still talk
Gotta love how it’s somehow all on me
All the petty scenes
And all the pretty things
Say whatever you want
‘Cause I can laugh it off.
I can laugh it off.

present

unsettling sense,
who gently shakes
the preconceived.
turn, now, here?
to hint with flesh.
more can be done there,
no? yes.
affirm that which
was always there.
there, where smiles abound.
where the Presence
is there, in spite of the Absence.
present yourself, there.
sense it fast.
don’t absent yourself.
you know you’re right.
the true sense lingers,
rubs your shoulder.
conceives anew.

just lost?

i usually try to be coherent in my posts, but if i was it wouldn’t be reflective of my current state (whatever that is).
Come and see
I swear by now I’m playing time against my troubles
I’m coming slow but speeding…
Do you wish for a dance and while I’m in the front
My play on time is won
Oh, [...]