Head of the Hawk

Animal Collective - Banshee Beat

Lyrics here.

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I just want to get this out, this welling in my chest. Right behind the heart and to its left if you are looking at it. I can say it's right here but you can't feel it, not my welling anyway. Makes me wonder about the saying, we are all special in our own special way. Youthfully and truthfully, it hits the spot. I want to ooze Taylor, people. I don't want to be inhibited by these walls that I so childishly(?) put up, when it's my childlike spirit I want to embrace. There is a kind of person out there who can be responsible.. in every sense of the word.. while also just being the most loveliest. Someone who you'd want to be around, someone who you'd enjoy and want, want more. Everyone needs to be loved, everyone needs attention.. we crave it, we craze for it. We go beyond thresholds that normally holds us back, we can become jealous and simply go ridiculous. You sit there and just think, "Oh the neediness of that person, it just ruffles my feathers. I certainly don't want to be like them.. but then you find yourself being that person you dissed earlier. Hypocrite much? Yes. I know I am victim of it too, we are all human after all. *wink OH! Speaking of which, I recently found out that my "more attractive wink" is my lefty. Just thought you should know. When it's with my right, I feel that it is used most when I'm being a little sarcastic and/or half-hearted. Remember, brevity is best(as I remind myself).

We must sally forth to brave new adventures

The ones we conceive through our dreams

I am mad at myself, (but)I am not mad.

I have to force myself, to do what I think is right

And I don't think that is right

I have chewed pencils to bits and spit out the pieces

I have licked my paper stick lollipops down to nothing

I have mushed and thrown stress balls into antimatter

I have done practically nothing with my life

Smoking down that funny bunny leaf

New fronts

Write to me, everything is alright

I'll be the one

Bottom's Up

It is sin, it is gun, it is FIRE!

I get these pictures within my head at the last second of every time I stare into someone's eyes and look away

It is with these simple little distorted images that etch like a stamp into my brain that I will remember you

Bur bur bur bur bur

Every time I know that they are just my own twist of life, playing tricks with my mind and my insanity because what these pictures do is tell off nothing but the biggest plan I ever had

The way I see the sun and the way that it sees me, it may be through the trees, but I believe I saw a wink. That this world full of leaves that tumble every fall, blown away by the wind and forever shall they be called again in autumn. It's this social game, the bank fine. Here you go boy with just another rhyme, your a lonely kid just looking in the mirror, stone cold the mind old but left fridge down in the bottom of my lumps where I can hold hands of dirt, wasted time, eaten leftovers at work but no more in the pity you will lurk around a corner is where finally I will come see what I am meant to be. Nothing more but a little scared boy trapped in my own sunken dreams. And every time I find myself just lying there because I don't want to move, but in my head I'm thinking I have everything to lose.. if I don't push myself, break myself, take that little initiative it takes to pull strong and prove to myself that I am not wrong.

I could be lonely, I could be free

I could be bothered, I could speak

I could be hated, I could behave

I could be laughing, not missin' a day

I could be searching, I do what I may

I could be missing, but I feel okay

It is not wallowing, when you feel left out

You're just learning, being head scout

Traveling through time is your secret gray

Impressing is not enough, with pencils you etch paint

We are all dying but in the end you will see

That it was up to us to make the stains bleed

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Another day gone by

Where I will try to find

The remains of my mind

Hiding below the light

Another day gone by

Where I will try to shine

The remains of my mind

All but stay quiet at night

The memories are

I'm halfway gone and feeling kind of lonely

Timmy, timmy, timmy

Always(?) gives it good

Like he always(?) should

An awkward(altered) stage(state) of coldness

I get to make every little face (that(I make to myself in the mirror

I'm that shirt on, socks off kind of guy.

What i.s.

What, is

Where, is land and sea

When, is an endless span

How, is directing

Why, it's personal

What, is defining

Where, is inside of me

When, is my own actuality

How, is mimicking

Why, it's sensitive


What, is this world
Where, is my reason to go
When, is this chance a to glut

How, is my choice of strut

Why, I am closed shut

¡ROTATE!

Social Fire

That blows

He'll know, he knows

Hell no he won't

Refresh the show

Grow on hands and cuff the link

Come sum of them all

You lift heavy feet

Erase what is written and

Get rid of the poor

 Get what was taken

And even the score

Some are up to par

But some are too slow

Just keep at it rabbit

And reward the slowpoke

Get me something thirsty baby

Because I won the war

I hold my ball and chainl

And never leave nothing on the floor

Well if he ain't in Line

And he ain't sitting in the middle

Let this boy know to grow or decline

Riddle

I see it through my hearings

I feel it beneath my creaks

I taste it at tip of tongue

I hear it watching over me

Speak

You watching over me

Watching over me

Some have their caves

Others have their oceans

I have my icehands

And you have my notions

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Wind comes from my gut

What wear she wearing

I am glad that I am not them

I am glad that I am not you

Do you ever wonder why we had to

Come on dude

Oh come on

C.B., like C.B. radio.

Rawr!

King says, God, you are the man for me, you know my woman, let him be the best of we.

God says, King I think you are right, I feel it is best in my might, grow old he will write.

Queen says, Oh thank you sirs! I am so pleased in my light, cared for he shall then at night

Son says, I think to say I thank you first, I am so joyful to fight, code of chivalry drives my site

King says, Man it just brings tears to my eyes, as I hear this note, you bring me so much pride

I'm learning as I grow up to be more reacting rather than assuming.

To speak or not speak. This is not a question. No shit Sherlock, see the period ( . )

But that is a question.. what you just said. No it isn't. Yes it is. It was rhetorical moron. It was still a question, you were wrong. Are you keeping up? No, I am lost. When did you get lost? Back there at, "moron." --- (To end this story, Tj jumps out of the bushes and says, "Coincidence?!.. I think not!" /wagging his finger no.)

I feel her against my heart and I'm not so sure it's good thing.

You don't talk enough, you always go so awkward. It's like you have nothing to say, but that can't be true. You think too much, you box yourself in your mind and daydream instead of living. You need to let me more. You need to show more emotion. I guarantee you that if you do that, you will exert more happiness. Good moods reciprocate with approach to your situation or "Life" as you call it. If you have a shitty attitude, you are going to be in a poopy mood. We don't want that. If we could live life as a musical, I think our world would be a much better place. It's more than a performance of art, it is an expression of your inner walls coming out. What must that feel like eh? Pretty fucking fantastic I can imagine. So would musical style lives be an improvement on how we go about our dailies now? The answer is: yes. To be able to not only connect with yourself on a propound level, but to others as well. Simply Magnificent. I hereby encourage you (points directly at your face) to sing loud and proud when the whim comes tickling your larynx. Do Et! Do Et! Do Et! You know do know that anytime three times something happens it means yes, yes? Yes. Right. Get it? "Got it" Good. Remember, brevity is best(as I remind myself).

With that said, until next time ladies and gents. I bid you ado and a fair good night. ;)

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P.S. I know I can be a little stupid sometimes, not make sense sometimes, etcetera  .. first I think to say I apologize, and I want you to know that I don't do it on purpose most of the time.. like 99.9998% of the time. Believe me, believe me, believe me. Gotcha again, haha, okay, /wink, end this bitch! DONE!

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The End

SHUT THE FUCK Up!

Okay, gees.. dude. Lighten up.

Cimmerian

Astribautalis - Barrel Jumping (a man of letters)
Lyrics here: http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858742722/

I like to pretend God is playing WoW with me sometimes..
I'd like to think that he is in my head, I can feel him there,
We play games back and forth, day and night, and it is..
Hard to explain.. it's hard on me in a sense because it is all very real..
Maybe I'm just crazy, I've been thinking that a lot here lately.
Truth be told I'm a bit scared of it to be true. Oh paranoia, you hollowing bitch.

My fingers hang over the keyboard like they know something, Pah!
Pithy treating scum suckers the lot of them. Often they become too pretentious for their own good and others' where they find that fine line and viciously overstep it.
And we just can't have that.
Nor can we have 13..
It is a rotten number, indeed.

It's mystery is exceeded only by it's power.
So says Zoltan.

So, that's what happens. I was wrong and you were right
I wish I could sing under lights, only so I could close my eyes tight tonight
 
Just give way to how deep you are into your playlist right now

Ahh, when you are alone but you long for someone else

Extreme middle of the road
Take your half out of the middle

The road matches the tan of my hand while
White and semi-yellow lines chalk the pavement
Seeing and passing pastures on
Always come some other replacement

I ask, "Why do you do the things you do?"
And I answer the rhetorical question
Starring point blank into my reflected eyes
Is where I realize that this is as close as I'm going to get
To being able to see the real look in my eyes
I will never get to see my own eyes
And this bothers me

The most dazzling days end in a drizzle

"Is it taken?", is always the next question
A highlander brooding in desperation

"Auspiciousness .. tends to help."

Is this a Freudian slip?
"Whatcha doing?"
"Playing woe.".. meant to type wow.

"..tends to help." Was a phrase that I said today that I thought quite peculiar. Here recently, I have been generalizing and stereotyping various mannerisms and diction in people; I found at least in myself, I am more partial or prone to use those words that start with the same letter as my name. I'm guessing it's a subconscious pride in your own name that causes this.  There are many different words that can be used and interchanged with each other that have the same meaning.. duh. As I come back to this paragraph and completely forget the direction of my train of thought.

Trip-O

The hung, the bound, and the choked

I know.
Well I know now that you know, because I just told you.
But I knew all along..

My heart burned down, my house burnt up.

No sugar baby, no sugar.

I don't.. no actually.

Tisk, tisk.

Tire

Making conscientious efforts to wear the pair of shoes my dad bought me whenever I go over there to help show him that I love him. 

I pass songs that I know my friends won't like, and settle for something off.

He doesn't want a job, he just wants money.

And I try to explain these things, best about me
I do it in a way at least (that) I think is funny
But I tell no lies except,"I'll see you by."
Because by is forever and I just don't have the time

Because I'm always here in the morning, and there at night
Just trying to get by, so tongue-tied it holds(leaves) my light twisted
My sleep wishes it could dream but I won't give it, I won't let it

"Whatever"
The reason I hate you is this..
Talk to it like a person.

I love gooses, I love geeses
I love storks up in the sky
I love these sheepies, these passing cheapest
This never ending good bounding lullaby

I love witches, (and) their awful pitches
I love pumpkins that don't grow up quite right
I love these tickets, to the piping richest
Vocals singing wickedly up high

I love morning, oh glory morning!
I love lying awake in bed so timed
I love these switches, two-timing thickest
That has left you in a trance all night

I love after, told(tell) times smothered laughter
I love whispers and whistles that say it all
I love these dishes, grout, greased, and twisted
Leaving all sparkly clean except for the pile sprawl(ed)

I love simple, the thumbed in dimples
I love ladies lacking a played out routine
I love these disses, that made us miss us
Just somehow taken at the time so literally

I love vacation, across the nation
I love family that sits together around the fire
I love it since creation and through duration
But I can't take much more heat so I retire

12/21/11 - Rid all negative emotions. For a while now I've wanted to say this, I just never had the right words, never had the right brew of gumption, never had the want as much as this to follow through. "Now what to say?", I ask myself, every time, over and over as I am handed a blank sheet of paper. This is in fact the exact moment I get lost in the simple idea that I hold an endless supply of potential imagination at my fingertips; I could think of anything and jot it down. I could write the next big book, I could write a piece that would make you cry.. or I could write a piece of shit. I could, I could. But will I? That is the pressing point, this is the sole question that drives my confidence. And this is where I often let myself down. As a writer my prompt comes from my mind, no one else. So it is up to me to create the dialogue. 

Voice of the deeps.. (dps)

Oh there's a lovely crit.
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