
Posts tagged: poem
wake me up just to smell the roses,
spoon-feed me life in smaller doses,
keep it at bay or set sail from the shore,
bon voyage,
a much-needed journey to something more,
I’m out here on the sea,
just wishing sailors could never be
lonely.
I(t) may not make sense yet, but we’ll all make it in the end. Working on this when I’m not working on everything else. When I’m not working on something, I’m working on something else. Spot the difference? I enjoy this. Same Ship Thesis sets sail after some assembly (when I can get my thoughts collected, organized, and in some kind of form that pleases the ears).
Night night.
carbonated kids,
living off soda lids,
selling their souls to the highest bids.
got up at 6pm, ready for the night,
did my hair, perfectly messed up,
just like me, but that’s alright.
we try and try,
we rise and fly,
look down and fall,
but never cry.
we’re kids who live through lessons and lies,
because we know just how time flies,
so take this time, enjoy it true,
because when it’s gone,
they’ll all miss you.
when the curtain falls and you leave the stage, make sure you leave ‘em begging for an encore.
I deal in smiles and cheshire grins. I’ll count your blessings and forgive your sins. Stack my losses up against my wins and you’ll soon see that the balance beam seems to lean against the wall and fall downtown where the lights shine brighter than a hero’s renown. This is the sound of a boy who’s found just what he’s been searching for. Look around and you’ll see me coming down your street with a dumb new jacket, old shoes on my feet. A fresh beat in my step and a song in my heart, I won’t live a life that’s not made of art.
It’s so great to be. See: what I see, the sea is so far behind me. I just can’t believe how easy worry leaves when all I have to do is brush it off my sleeves. Call me in just to ship me out. Return to sender? Without a doubt. It’s time to live and do it now. To do it well’s my solemn vow. Keep it up, don’t let me down. I’m ready to pass GO and skip this town.
You used to set my heart ablaze.
Now it’s more like heartburn,
A chemical imbalance created to make my skin turn
Out the lights,
I’m leaving for the night,
Not sure where I’ll be going,
But as long as you’re not there,
I’ll be alright.
“Keep It Up, Kiddo (Make My Year)” Rough Snippet - John Dawson and Adam Billings
one heart, two heart,
too far apart.
made an art of talking myself up,
and created a science of banking everything on dumb luck.
i’m ready for it to get cold.
not because it’s too hot,
but because the chill’s a real good reason,
to be glad for who you’ve got.
next to you.
best with you.
living full speed ahead and the rest with you.
despite the time that I’ve spent here,
make a move.
make my year.
So yeah, I wrote the lyrics to this sometime in the past week as they came to me, and today Adam comes over and plays this awesome acoustic tune he wrote yesterday. We put the two together and BAM, we’ve got a song we really like and love playing. All I’ve gotta do is write a second verse, then we can record the full song. In the meantime, though, enjoy this snippet we recorded earlier on my porch. It’s the intro, verse, prechorus, and chorus: first half of the song. Hope you like it!
found a heart to chase,
brought a smile to that face.
take it away, erase,
and I’ll gladly take your place.
you’re a disgrace, kid,
and I’m a change of pace,
a different kind of race,
and you’re just
the loser.
one heart, two heart,
too far apart.
made an art of talking myself up,
and a science of banking everything on dumb luck.
i’m ready for it to get cold.
not because it’s too hot,
but because the chill is a good reason,
to be glad for who you’ve got.
next to you.
best with you.
living full speed ahead and the rest with you.
despite the time that I’ve spent here,
make a move.
make my year.
change clothes and lie
awake at night like a convict waiting to die
on the row with the rest of the “team” but not in the same boat.
take a chance and jump ship, just to see who floats.
sink or swim on a whim or the brink of something brand new.
just don’t think too long or you’ll lose the chance to do
something contemplated, pondered, thoroughly thought out through-and-through.
if the feelings are felt twice by two at once, surely it must be more than a hunch.
stop obsessing. take a lesson in lessening the attention given away to irrelevant things. ah, ten shuns from those that thought they knew you. not the new you, but the you they thought they knew, y’know? try a different point of view. make a better point of you. just do what’s due for doing, whatever you do.