Friday, June 5, 2009

pink & blue

Impulses run through deeper veins
No time for clean-up
They generously leave lover-stains

Kind of like Pollock's paintings
Splattered all pink and blue
Like the ones you often tell me "move" you

Impulses aren't strong
But neither are the weak
Often leaving a picture
Of a future so bleak

They only come to go
But they leave us much
Taking away certainty
Giving us back a dated crutch

Impulses are generous
Just like you

You see you're just an impulse
Tattered all pink and blue

You steal serenity
Always so unsure
and in return for peace-of-mind
You hand out the cure

A paragon of perfection
What a beautiful mess
They leave you lonely
They leave you distressed

They have no mercy
They leave you thin

And just like you
Impulses stand on fragile limbs

Trust me

You and your impulses are more easily broken than you know
Try to undo the damage,
and then it will show

Like everything, your impulses beat you
time and time again

If you could see the power they hold over you
You wouldn't trust them, my friend.

Let It Show

Let it show, let it grow, nobody has to know

The quicker i do it, the more it comes out right
Some things just aren't meant to be kept up-tight
The more you let me, the better it sounds
Instead of us going round and round

And round and round and round we go
The more i think, the less I know
The worse it feels, the less it shows

The longer you ponder, the longer you wander
Hello, HELLO!
You're doing it all the wronger

The less i think the more i know
The more I know, the less it slows

The less it slows, the quicker i do it,
Somethings
You gotta just get right to it