February 8th, 2009 by brandon
when i turned around and took that long walk away
you did not notice all of the clues that i had laid
point to fact right before we went to bid our adeux
i voiced out loud of that what I really want is you
i told you without telling what were my plans were
i kept telling myself to keep it a secret and defer
i could not go any real distance without your time
nor will I ever spend time without you on my mind
of all the clues scattered on the floor when I left
such as you know I never remain friends with my ex
the mere fact that I could never put down the phone
i had never wanted for you to feel completely alone
i know that what I want is not always what happens
and i’m sorry for falling out of being your captain
i spent almost every day on the phone with my love
not saying the words how much of you i’m thinking of
i would stay up at night and wait for you to be around
in a cold garage with a phone listening for the sound
when there was more distance i couldn’t help but fall
so i picked up a phone card so that I could only call
i purchased us some phones so that we could always talk
holding you close to my ear doing my pacing around walk
we would get as close as we could every time that we met
i would feel within to see if i happened to be fixed yet
when the time drew nearer of our eventual continuance
the intimacy we shared scared you of it’s non existence
but what you feared was only the farthest from the truth
i tried to explain how much we will be sharing our youth
when i called you up and asked if you wanted to be my date
you were so excited and i thought that this might be fate
i asked you some questions on if we should continue to go
but i said it all wrong again and what you answered was no
i would find myself upset every day that we would not talk
and get jealous of those with whom would take you for a walk
i thought you would feel it when we were so very intimate
and you did feel every bit but was given the wrong submit
with all of these clues that i left throughout this world
i was hoping you would notice that I wanted you as my girl
arm in arm and hand in hand, us loving each other forever
just me and my beloved madamsal walking this world together
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February 8th, 2009 by brandon
it took about eight months to erect this painting
reds and blacks and a hint of gray in the making
eyes glazed over with nothing but a monitor screen
looking at my reflection in this canvas you see
it took a little construction and a little bit of love
a lot of self assurance from the person spoken of
there were demon filled cages of anger and raging
some age old darkness but in the end it was fading
the canvas so bright like a pale skin in the light
and the paint so red it looked almost fed by the might
with a mouth wide shut and simple little phone calls
I was able to keep it straight and focus on faults
before I started I told you I wanted this for you
and took off on my journey without a good word or two
with every finger on this paper you knew far too few
but in my mind I knew I was bringing it home to you
eight months later finally the painting was ready
took a lot of my energy to keep my hands steady
just before I got to show you the rewards of my training
you told me how you no longer wanted my painting.
I started to show you of what it was I was making
your heart skipped a beat at the thought of abstaining
you told me of your love you told me of your feelings
at what I created and then studied all it’s meanings.
you love it, a true testament of our accomplishments
there will be a new future painted into our canvases
and new paintings will be cast into this beginning
the thought behind it all leaves our heads spinning.
Yet you do not enter the room that the painting is in
what causes you to keep this distance of the good within
it’s beauty is amazing and what it represents even more
but you stand there looking not walking through the door.
You tell me of how wonderful what it is you see
but the actions you take make it hard to believe
if you want this painting i was making so much
then why is it sitting there gathering dust
why must the only time you come to look at it close
seems only when I ask you to otherwise the wind blows
and why are you constantly trying so hard to find
reasons, it seems, to leave this beautiful painting behind
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February 8th, 2009 by brandon
i came to the room with a pocket full of scars
and made all of the people to run to their cars
no no wait mother fucker i’m a damn someone
but it was to late they were already gone
so i picked up a hand full of her chores
and tossed them out on the door on my way to the convenience store
two packs of smooths a mountain dew and a lotto fuck it two.
with the key in my hand to this kidnapper van
dressed like a good man which is my secret plan
(chorus)
biding my time sifting through the coal
you and me dancing entwined through our souls
biding my time as time seems to slow
loving harder than anyone knows
a pull. a slap. a bite. a scratch.
there is no one that can do it like that
woah you’ve got a little freak in you, love
so i pulled out the freak that i speak of
put my freak away and walked into this day
finding a new way to believe in my dismay.
open up your eyes to watch this moon arise
and in the shine of the night light we can gaze dead in the eye
(chorus)
if she let you in you’d see the hell in which she’s been
and if he let it out you’d see the horrors that they talk about
and i’m the man with the plan to pad the hell into that hell
to cast her whole world under this sparking magic spell.
and in this hat there’s no rabbit just happiness and you can grab it
two handfuls, carry it. all you can eat. off of that chariot.
start that march, take the trek. i’ll save you from this wreck.
she and me can forever be a happy mess.
(chorus)
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February 8th, 2009 by brandon
she asked him to give her some time
So that she can prepare her mind
with the happiness from inside
at the thought of being his bride
the distance pushed and pulled hard
his deck was filled with joker cards
because that what made him sublime
is if she gave him more of her time
and he knew if his time was to be bide’d
that the darkness within would be subsided
and the lovely conversion that draws so near
of changing him completely into love from fear
and then the clock goes click
another minute starts to drip
he finds himself in another fit
cause the space makes him sick
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he had given what he could and he had waited
as he dwells on things that were unstated
hearing all the things that the whispers say
attempting to disregard as much as he may
a few seemed to escape and would run loose
and dance while entwining that bloody noose
a pocket full of fake secrets burning holes
in that holds true of all that he knows.
she is wasting the time that you handed
there will not be a pair you’re stranded
you can’t stand tall you’ve already fell
these are a few of the secrets they tell
and then the clock goes click
another minute starts to drip
he finds himself in another fit
cause the space makes him sick
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he stops to find himself recalling a date
last week in fact though the time was late
undressed in bed while holding her tight
lips deeply pressed throughout the night
it brings him up into the bright and soon
and he beams a smile while he hums that tune
while the days he can typically endeavor
the nights he has seem to last forever
so he lives by the pen pressed to that page
but he dies by the blade held by the sage
all he has is time and he’s been giving it out
biding and waiting is what life is now about.
and then the clock goes click
another minute starts to drip
he finds himself in another fit
cause the space makes him sick
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so he spends every moment of his day
madamsal in mind in every single way
soon enough a real new day will begin
when he might be able to hold his vioLynn.
because there isn’t a thing he can watch
there isn’t a single minute on that clock
and he can’t pick up any of his video games
because without her nothing feels the same
so he’s left with his pen and his page
fighting off the damn blade with his rage
so he sits so quietly and constantly alone
putting ink on a page just like this one
and then the clock goes click
another minute starts to drip
he finds himself in another fit
cause the space makes him sick
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