Farther than this the line can never be drawn The boundaries have been marked Battles fought Memories created, stored and saved Testaments of time that will always remain for future generations to obtain and learn from The lines on the pioneer's forehead cannot hide a past of frowns sorrows and dilemmas forming a life He stands tall and makes all the decisions making life easier for everyone else His breath turns into vaporizing clouds as the freezing cold shivers his spine His lips, cracked, whisper sentences long forgotten legacies, once buried, now lie bare in front of him Libraries filled with wisdom speak volumes Music to his ears, warms his heart He'll never be able to reproduce the knowledge he now possesses But it makes his life worth living Gives it meaning, makes him feel alive His whispers grow louder every second Soon he's shouting everything he's always wanted to say Everything he was never allowed to vent Social obligations forcing him to walk the same line as everyone else The same line as the herd The herd that doesn't appreciate individuality There's room for an us, not for an I He shouts His lungs burn The fire rages in his chest as he slowly destroys his voice Testing its limits Causing his eyes to tear His hands to shake His face to flush bright red He shouts the last words needed shouting and falls silent His cracked lips grin His smile grows big and wide as he starts laughing out loud He turns around and tries to control himself as he stares you in the eyes He doesn't speak but yet his words form in your mind 'This information is of no use to you, turn around and be on your way' He smiles and walks to the door With his hand resting on the handle, he looks at you one last time He shrugs, shakes his head in disbelief and sends one last message through 'Humanity will never change, the herd will never change, you will never change' With a *click* the key turns and locks the door Slowly the room fades till there's nothing left but dust and a faint memory of what needs to be done
Dry leaves crumble under footsteps running forward Cowbwebs get torn apart by hairs rushing by Silence is murdered by the sound of fear and panic The speed slows down Breathing returns to normal You can't really focus your sight They're all watching you from the side but you can't make out any faces all you can do is continue walking through this hallway all you can do is open the door at the end all you can do is end this story once and for all all I should do is end this story once and for all I should really finish writing the book I really should. I will one day in 2012
Light creeps through the blinds as I gently stroke her hair She sleeps She breathes She whispers silent sentences that'll never be heard She reacts to my touch as I gently let my fingers brush her bare shoulder The alarm is getting dangerously close to going off Filling the room with a loud, ridiculously happy, early morning radio Dj Threatening to ruin this moment This room This cheap motel room in the middle of nowhere Only 5 minutes to go and then Then she'll leave Go to wherever she needs to go I'll stay and count the hours, minutes, seconds Till I see her again The clock ticks and announces the remaining four minutes I smell her hair Coconut scented shampoo I want to grab hold of the smell and never let it go I want to store every sound of her voice, her breathing I want to be able to recall it at every second of the day But I'll fail I forget always too soon The remaining minutes are three I think of waking her up early to seduce her into staying a while longer but I discard the idea almost immediately Starting the day with rejection is not my cup of tea. Her clothes lie neatly folded on the chair Mine are scattered around the room Chaos meets order in a cheap motel room in the middle of nowhere My throat tickles but I swallow my emerging cough 2 minutes left Then we'll get dressed and leave this motel We'll part ways again As we always do and probably always will My girl, my wife, my queen, my woman, my everything words fall short to describe this creature by my side She holds power She holds the future She has control over my emotions a single sentence could cause bliss and distress a final minute starts counting down a power surge! a power surge! My music for a power surge! alas it won't happen I adore her nose I love her eyes I crave her lips I need her to stay and not leave in bloody thirty seconds My beard itches My muscles ache I've been lying in this position for too long Yet I can't move or she'll wake up early wake up 20 seconds early we can't have that can we? no we can't. We mustn't have that. Imagine the consequences the disappointment! 10 seconds I whisper three words just the three to end the countdown to end this charade to arrive at the finishline where I'll see my love run off in the distance as I fall on the floor exhausted and powerless three words I whisper. I whisper: I love you with one more second to go she mumbles 'I love you too baby'
Written
while listening to James Yorkston - St.Patrick
I feel you're moving around in my head, every day
my pulse is racing to speeds unkown, I must say
I walk by, shame the try, and stroll back to my seat
and I wonder why I can't bring this ship to the shore
bow my head to the girl who me makes me feel like I'm a bore
Makes me feel like a bore
I raise my head up and I see, you
Standing in the spotlight as I walk, on by
And I hope, that you see, whatever it is that I stand for
as I slowly make my way to the door
Shaking my head as I breathe in the freezing air
as I breathe in the freezing air
My face hardens as I feel, the cold
I don't care less if I freeze, to death
Cuz my dreams and my hopes are all frozen to the point
that they can't be melted by just anyone
it needs to be that girl that makes me smile at the sun
makes me smile at the sun
I've never thought about it twice about how my life needed some more spice I guess I only realised it a while ago when the thought entered my head to say no No, to the way things were going to resist the direction the stream was flowing grasped the nearest branch hanging of an old tree pulled myself on the shore and opened my eyes to see a whole new country with possibilities all around me made me, for the first time in a long time, feel free life offers most at unexpected times setting new rules and creating lines roads being opened to all sorts of new places the meeting and greeting of new faces a new chapter in anyone's life could hold happiness or strife but basically that's what life's about and more You never really know what it has in store behind every corner there's a new surprise good or bad, truth or lies the basis on which everyone builds their lives to ponder and make up their minds The question if there's ever a correct answer is never asked because no answer ever lasts You can go on making plans or live day by day but in the end you're never sure it'll go your way I've stopped making demands of my future I've stopped making demands of my life I've stopped making demands guided by dreams I've decided to live life day by day and create
Distant lands filled with nothing but sand faint sounds of a starving marching band playing that final song before they're gone they march on in a place where they don't belong. These images flash through my head as I stare into his dying eyes He averts them and stares out the window, enforces the disguise He doesn't want to be confronted with the pain embedded on his soul He still feels restless and uneasy even though his body is failing and getting old I can't help but feel sorry for him, but I leave him be It's hard for him, the swelling of tears in his eyes is for everyone to see The burden that he's carrying is something I'll probably never know and in essence, it's irrelevant, not something anyone should show He coughs loudly and wipes away his tears the alcohol in the beer he's drinking is supposed to wash away his fears His weary eyes close for a minute and then they open as the train slows down He guzzles down the last drops of beer and looks outside with a frown He gets up, muffles his coughing, and gets off the train Leaving me wondering if, one day, I'll end up the same His smell still lingers as the train moves on..
