What It Is

Life's at a still

While the world spins in and out

around my mind

before these dried out red eyes

Straining to see if you've been truthfully living yours

Paper cuts and

Nothing short of this long story

that the book publisher didn't want to publish

Too scared himself to read

If people only knew who really turned his page

Cigarettes and coffee

swallows back down the lungs

Who really needs to breathe in the bull shit anyways

Ashes and jelly beans are a kind of dream to dream now-a-days

sitting on an old bar stool

out on my balcony

too late in the night to make a stand

Too early in the morning to sit and remember what I was suppoze to stand for

My thoughts compoze the other ones

And my feelings tell me 'shut it off', how can you stand the chatter'

It's just the higher power flattering me

That my mind still works

And I need to remain unnumb by the fact of it all

I would demand an inner-silence

but I am alone right now

So pen to paper

seeing it with my own eyes

and back into my mind again

to keep me buzy and away from the feelings of loneliness

Candle brunt out..I was sure it would last till morning

Not sure of anything anymore

Just sure of the truth that pounds my heart

and the soul secret kept

Sleep will overwhelm me soon

My head will have connected to the pillow

instead of someone's beating heart of lies

My body will lay restless and shivering

from the falls' early air

Covers can't hide that fact of it all

of the chilling truth of it all

The truth of what you did

and left me

Can't stop smelling your perfume

Got to stop thinking of you

So it's cigarettes and coffee

pen to paper

turning the page

and seeing you walk by and living your life

While I strain my eyes

as my mind stills

Spinning the world...........Soda Soule sept 24 2008