"Leader By Destiny"
We all know
personality is
fictionalized skill
authentic
research a vivid
kind of man.
Naturally irritable but
firm and habitual.
Good control
judgment.
"Madame Curie"
Incredulous chemists existed.
At night they had hid the fortifications
behind eyes, suburbs, woods.
Old Marie bathed with our substitute
light.
Breathing in spite of
thinking freely.
Marie received a reproach so comic.
Marie sat down.
"The Admiral's Ghost"
I tell you
hear the stars.
Old spars singing old song.
He froze the things on deck.
He pointed my will.
That shriveled eye
and a soul.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
October playlist
Maybe- Ingrid Michaelson
In My Place- Coldplay
Ocean Breathes Salty- Modest Mouse
Canal Song- Iain Archer
Detroit- Black Gold
Hold On To Me- Sugarplum Fairies
Cowboy Dan- Modest Mouse
California Justice- Five for Fighting
Day Old Blues- Kings of Leon
Ain't No Reason- Brett Dennen
I Look So Good Without You- Jessie James
My Boy Builds Coffins- Florence and the Machine
Locked Up- Ingrid Michaelson
Spotlight (Son Lux Remix)- MuteMath
In My Place- Coldplay
Ocean Breathes Salty- Modest Mouse
Canal Song- Iain Archer
Detroit- Black Gold
Hold On To Me- Sugarplum Fairies
Cowboy Dan- Modest Mouse
California Justice- Five for Fighting
Day Old Blues- Kings of Leon
Ain't No Reason- Brett Dennen
I Look So Good Without You- Jessie James
My Boy Builds Coffins- Florence and the Machine
Locked Up- Ingrid Michaelson
Spotlight (Son Lux Remix)- MuteMath
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Preach
We think we're talking but we're just moving our mouths
the words don't come out fast enough to cover up
what we did before what we said before
when we hurt the other one a little more.
You persuade me to your lord and your silver spoons
saying you can explain who made you, me, and the moon.
You know why boats float down the river nile
why there's a starving child
sitting on the corner of your street
you throw one penny at his feet.
Say the words go ahead and preach.
Say what you think I deserve,
go ahead and preach.
You say that you love but you really meant to say
that you just love loving on me I draw the line in the sand at this talk of your hands
what they can do, how they can move,
with all compassion removed.
You only write in permanent ink and on the most elegant scrolls
writing repetitive lines that seem poetic to the bone.
You have a way with words and phrase
that leaves me quaking on my knees for days
Your pillow talk has taken so much space
I have no room for thoughts.
Say the words go ahead and preach.
Say what you think I deserve,
go ahead and preach.
Staring into headlights
driving like hell.
Lacking symmetry in double yellow lines
flying to a place where I can get well.
Oh I need to get well.
Say the words go ahead and preach.
Say what you think I deserve,
go ahead and preach.
go ahead and preach.
go ahead and preach.
go ahead and preach.
the words don't come out fast enough to cover up
what we did before what we said before
when we hurt the other one a little more.
You persuade me to your lord and your silver spoons
saying you can explain who made you, me, and the moon.
You know why boats float down the river nile
why there's a starving child
sitting on the corner of your street
you throw one penny at his feet.
Say the words go ahead and preach.
Say what you think I deserve,
go ahead and preach.
You say that you love but you really meant to say
that you just love loving on me I draw the line in the sand at this talk of your hands
what they can do, how they can move,
with all compassion removed.
You only write in permanent ink and on the most elegant scrolls
writing repetitive lines that seem poetic to the bone.
You have a way with words and phrase
that leaves me quaking on my knees for days
Your pillow talk has taken so much space
I have no room for thoughts.
Say the words go ahead and preach.
Say what you think I deserve,
go ahead and preach.
Staring into headlights
driving like hell.
Lacking symmetry in double yellow lines
flying to a place where I can get well.
Oh I need to get well.
Say the words go ahead and preach.
Say what you think I deserve,
go ahead and preach.
go ahead and preach.
go ahead and preach.
go ahead and preach.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Carnivore
The look in your eyes, says you know something I don't know.
The look in your eyes, says you've got wheels and nowhere to go.
The look in your eyes, says you're a heart eater, you're a carnivore
Speak to me boy of what it's like on broken limbs when you should stand.
Tell me boy what it's like to be with just the palm of your hand.
Do you feel, like a man?
The sway in your smile, tells me there's something you need to correct.
But the sway in your smile, says I'm something you'd rather forget.
The sway in your smile, is the marching drum of a million dead, a million dead.
Speak to me boy of what it's like on broken limbs when you should stand.
Tell me boy what it's like to be with just the palm of your hand.
Do you feel, like a man?
You're calling on saints on their iron wings,
while maintaining that you don't believe, no you don't believe.
I found my lord in smoke rings and by crashing through floors,
but still I don't believe, I don't believe.
Speak to me boy of what it's like on broken limbs when you should stand.
Tell me boy what it's like to be with just the palm of your hand.
Do you feel, like a man?
The look in your eyes, says you've got wheels and nowhere to go.
The look in your eyes, says you're a heart eater, you're a carnivore
Speak to me boy of what it's like on broken limbs when you should stand.
Tell me boy what it's like to be with just the palm of your hand.
Do you feel, like a man?
The sway in your smile, tells me there's something you need to correct.
But the sway in your smile, says I'm something you'd rather forget.
The sway in your smile, is the marching drum of a million dead, a million dead.
Speak to me boy of what it's like on broken limbs when you should stand.
Tell me boy what it's like to be with just the palm of your hand.
Do you feel, like a man?
You're calling on saints on their iron wings,
while maintaining that you don't believe, no you don't believe.
I found my lord in smoke rings and by crashing through floors,
but still I don't believe, I don't believe.
Speak to me boy of what it's like on broken limbs when you should stand.
Tell me boy what it's like to be with just the palm of your hand.
Do you feel, like a man?
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Throwing Colors
I ask of you
not flawlessness
not excellence,
nor precision or a sturdy mind.
I will not request of you
perfection
or aptitude in matters of the world.
Politics and the meanderings
of urban centipedes
are not relevant in my rough sketch.
I do not ask you
to follow bread crumbs in search of something greater than you are.
In fact dear,
I’ll never request more than you can achieve.
My standards are not held in such lofty rafters
that I expect you to sweep the cobwebs from them.
I do not expect you to clean the streets
or fix the faulty plumbing in my laundry room.
I do not wish for you to speak with civil tongue
or touch with gentle hand.
Heaven knows I have been handled too gently.
Treated as porcelain,
despite my fortitude in the matter of screaming matches.
So I do not fancy
that you treat me fairly.
I do not desire
you defer to me.
All I ask of you
you drought ridden soul
is that you will allow me to throw my colors upon you.
An experimentation if you will.
I’ll pop balloons filled with spicy Chinese orange sauce in your face,
and push your head into the bucket in that fish market
in the little village I found on that trip to some Oriental place.
All I ask of you is that you allow me to be rambunctious.
Please for the love of the lords
do not call fault on my tom foolery.
Call it vivacious if you must call it anything at all.
Call my leaps and spontaneous jigs
variations in this masterpiece we’re dancing in.
Don’t call me insane.
there’s no point in redundancies,
they only muddle all the colors I’m throwing on you.
not flawlessness
not excellence,
nor precision or a sturdy mind.
I will not request of you
perfection
or aptitude in matters of the world.
Politics and the meanderings
of urban centipedes
are not relevant in my rough sketch.
I do not ask you
to follow bread crumbs in search of something greater than you are.
In fact dear,
I’ll never request more than you can achieve.
My standards are not held in such lofty rafters
that I expect you to sweep the cobwebs from them.
I do not expect you to clean the streets
or fix the faulty plumbing in my laundry room.
I do not wish for you to speak with civil tongue
or touch with gentle hand.
Heaven knows I have been handled too gently.
Treated as porcelain,
despite my fortitude in the matter of screaming matches.
So I do not fancy
that you treat me fairly.
I do not desire
you defer to me.
All I ask of you
you drought ridden soul
is that you will allow me to throw my colors upon you.
An experimentation if you will.
I’ll pop balloons filled with spicy Chinese orange sauce in your face,
and push your head into the bucket in that fish market
in the little village I found on that trip to some Oriental place.
All I ask of you is that you allow me to be rambunctious.
Please for the love of the lords
do not call fault on my tom foolery.
Call it vivacious if you must call it anything at all.
Call my leaps and spontaneous jigs
variations in this masterpiece we’re dancing in.
Don’t call me insane.
there’s no point in redundancies,
they only muddle all the colors I’m throwing on you.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Blood on Snow
Rest your head this could take the whole night.
Do you see what I meant by this could take some time.
My dear what's possessing you, what darkness is caressing you,
all your flaw are coming through,
It sounds like blood on snow, on snow, on snow.
Like blood on snow, snow, on snow.
Light a candle to me see if I still set you on fire.
You always said we were tiptoeing on the thinnest electrical wire.
I'm looking at old tapestries to understand symbology,
but clarity's evading me,
It sounds like blood on snow, on snow, on snow.
Like blood on snow, snow, on snow.
Do you see what I meant by this could take some time.
My dear what's possessing you, what darkness is caressing you,
all your flaw are coming through,
It sounds like blood on snow, on snow, on snow.
Like blood on snow, snow, on snow.
Light a candle to me see if I still set you on fire.
You always said we were tiptoeing on the thinnest electrical wire.
I'm looking at old tapestries to understand symbology,
but clarity's evading me,
It sounds like blood on snow, on snow, on snow.
Like blood on snow, snow, on snow.
A True Story by Katie Keyser
"I had a cat named Fluffy. It was mean and tried to eat you when you tried to give her a bath. She had a litter box that wouldn't move when the cat was in it, but the cleaner would move back and forth to clean it. She got cancer and as so skinny that the machine didn't detect her. She was so weak that the machine pushed her down and she couldn't get back up and my mommy found A DEAD KITTY OH NO!"
true life. my name is katie keyser.
true life. my name is katie keyser.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Ugly Sound
From once upon a time love how's your life,
do you recall the situation.
I sat on the radiator you held the knife,
we looked at what we'd killed together.
It was cold in the naked Virginia sun,
when my tears mixed with your laughter.
Bathed in light and coca cola mixed with rum,
you seemed so out of character.
You said Oh, your heart it weighs me down.
Gravity's in love with me and the collision is such an ugly sound.
It's such an ugly sound.
From a fact not fiction what's your score,
are you up on all the players.
Don't forget your lucky socks tucked in your drawer,
you and fluorescent green look so good together.
I was wrong when I peeked into your room,
to see if that corkboard still had my picture.
Your God didn't understand my doom,
and I never did understand forever.
You said Oh, your heart it weighs me down.
Gravity's in love with me and the collision is such an ugly sound.
It's such an ugly sound.
Wake up honey time to find out what you did wrong.
There's weight in your words but I have faith in commerce,
even gold loses it's worth.
You said Oh, your heart it weighs me down.
Gravity's in love with me and the collision is such an ugly sound.
It's such an ugly sound.
do you recall the situation.
I sat on the radiator you held the knife,
we looked at what we'd killed together.
It was cold in the naked Virginia sun,
when my tears mixed with your laughter.
Bathed in light and coca cola mixed with rum,
you seemed so out of character.
You said Oh, your heart it weighs me down.
Gravity's in love with me and the collision is such an ugly sound.
It's such an ugly sound.
From a fact not fiction what's your score,
are you up on all the players.
Don't forget your lucky socks tucked in your drawer,
you and fluorescent green look so good together.
I was wrong when I peeked into your room,
to see if that corkboard still had my picture.
Your God didn't understand my doom,
and I never did understand forever.
You said Oh, your heart it weighs me down.
Gravity's in love with me and the collision is such an ugly sound.
It's such an ugly sound.
Wake up honey time to find out what you did wrong.
There's weight in your words but I have faith in commerce,
even gold loses it's worth.
You said Oh, your heart it weighs me down.
Gravity's in love with me and the collision is such an ugly sound.
It's such an ugly sound.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
September Playlist
New Shoes- Beyonce
The Apl Song- The Black Eyed Peas
The General- Dispatch
The Longest Time- Ensworth Singers/ Billy Joel
Sweet Love for Planet Earth- Fuck Buttons
Smash Into You- Beyonce
Closer- Kings of Leon
She's Got You High- Mumm- Ra
Come Home- OneRepublic
Unintended- Muse
Hummingbird- Cocoon
Cliffhanger- Cocoon
Lesson Learned- Brendan Benson
Beijing- Patrick Watson
Abbie Martin- Joshua James
Flaws and All- Beyonce
Cry to Me- Solomon Burke
Green Eyes- Coldplay
It's a Sight to Behold- Devendra Banhart
Open Your Eyes- Snow Patrol
The Story I Heard- Blind Pilot
Full Stream- David Gray
The Dutch Courage- The Spill Canvas
Straight Lines- Silver Chair
Turn to Stone- Ingrid Michaelson
Something Coming Over- O.A.R.
The Apl Song- The Black Eyed Peas
The General- Dispatch
The Longest Time- Ensworth Singers/ Billy Joel
Sweet Love for Planet Earth- Fuck Buttons
Smash Into You- Beyonce
Closer- Kings of Leon
She's Got You High- Mumm- Ra
Come Home- OneRepublic
Unintended- Muse
Hummingbird- Cocoon
Cliffhanger- Cocoon
Lesson Learned- Brendan Benson
Beijing- Patrick Watson
Abbie Martin- Joshua James
Flaws and All- Beyonce
Cry to Me- Solomon Burke
Green Eyes- Coldplay
It's a Sight to Behold- Devendra Banhart
Open Your Eyes- Snow Patrol
The Story I Heard- Blind Pilot
Full Stream- David Gray
The Dutch Courage- The Spill Canvas
Straight Lines- Silver Chair
Turn to Stone- Ingrid Michaelson
Something Coming Over- O.A.R.
munch on THAT
you can't have anymore goldfish with your finger in your nose like that.
don't you know?
hah.
don't you know?
hah.
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