ALRIGHT

Is it alright for me to feel this way,
Put my head in your lap, the world will go away
Well well, we can go there, we can go anywhere
We can go there.


But is it alright
Is it alright
Is it alright to hold you through the night

Is it alright for you to feel this way,
Put your head in my lap, the world will go away
We can go there, we can go anywhere
We can go there.

But is it alright
Is it alright
Is it alright to hold you through the night


You're my knees, my right to a world more beautiful
You're my knees, my right to a world more beautiful
You're my knees, my right to a world more beautiful

(i want to hold you)

And that's alright
That's alright
That's alright

It's alright
It's alright
It's alright to hold you here tonight

It's alright to hold you here with me... tonight,
(it's alright) [repeat until end, fade out]
posted by starrsucka' at 9:53 PM

Leaving

Do you know, Do you know,
Do you know what love is?
Is it the quick burned fire of desire~
a bonfire that burns itself so high that it dies
is it that which is justified by the eyes
beautified in lies~
Do you know...?
maybe it's the breath of our innermost
maybe it's the mo(u)rnings joined on seperate coasts
maybe it's the ? in spite of seperation
like the rapture of a fully undersexed embrace
Is it when we no longer seek the change?
Is it when the mind and the sex have the same name?
Is it being desired despite disgrace?
Is it when we unravel at our own pace?
I think I know, I think I know
I think I know what love is
I think I know what love is
(whispers, mumbles riddles words)
I think it's the bottom end of the bass
I think it's the ? coming out into the interlace
I think it's when your hands fill and trace my landscape
I think it's the hesitant look on your face
I think it's the hesitant look on your face
posted by starrsucka' at 11:44 PM

WARM

You ask me would I give you a chance
Well yes, here is my offering
Here is my mind, here is my body, here is my patience
and (and) my softening~ here is my softening
an I am WARM (I am warm for you)
and we are alive in this moment
that is a small lifetime left to be us
and unbound our ribbons have begun
to circle and secure (to circle and secure)
Our trust...
swemptic lover hectic is the path in coming days
gentler if we cross the bridge
with heart(s) always in our gaze...
and I am warm for you
stay open this through
we'll straighten my bent wings
to embrace the ways that are you
to embrace the ways that are you...
'cuz I am warm for you
I am warm for you
posted by starrsucka' at 11:25 PM

DROP

This love is real...
I was so scattered and fearful, burning with lust and expansion~
I went through a love that bagged down and bullied me
A ghost of a love weary with aged over-rehearsed speeches,
calculated knock-knocks (knock- knocks...)
on whatever door might open-- I opened it,
exhausted from the noisy rthymn of a solem fist pounding
(knock-knock)
-This love is real-
I was ripe with excitement! I bruised myself in a panic.
This new world seemed solace but driven by lust and anxiety.
Crows began to chatter their daily warnings~
gathered in masses outside my window on rainy telephone lines
The noises grew, the brusies deepened up between thigh
into darkenings at the base of my weakened spine--
miscued from perversion, self-loathing, anger & distrust.
Here, there bright~I spotted her with such sadness
it streaked the rising sun in the sky
(so learn?)
colours once bright were now obscured by my watering eye
watering eye...
"Here" the ghost touched my hand,
raised her oily black wings, threw wind down to my face-
"Here" she said.
The knock-knock has sufficed- that door was not to be opened so soon,
it is heavy- it swings too quickly for you--
it's madness will knock you again & again & again off balance.
Here, you are broken, lay your hands and head and tears
to the soil that holds you.
Let the quiet of my presence be a song of new death in you-
let you hear death in every melody of every bird
let you hear death in every melody of every bird-
and in one moons time let your blood flow free
with the change that has come into you.
-This love is real-
I sat upon soil in the shadow of her listening-
though I couldn't hear.
I spun tears as if collecting water.
At last the moon grew thick and wide~
the sky cleared~
dark with occassional stars
still seeded
my bruise began to ache with learning and gladness~
and the empty, empty spot (??)
what were you thinking of?
And the ghost she raised her head to the wide moon,
and my gaze following her-
as blood began to split my flower
and flow as blood does~becoming the soil I sat upon.
the moon 'shawn' fierce, the ghost,
and the birds raised themselves
to complete the blackened sky with wing span.
This time I took my own hand
This time in silence~
I BASKED IN LOVE
-This love is real-
this bruise has every shade,
this silence is newly made of sweet birds song
-This love is real-


posted by starrsucka' at 6:35 PM

Lyx from 'TIDY':
MONTH OF TRICKERY now august that year was the month of trickery with long and sour spaces bewitching me leaving me up in the air with no space for my wings or down in the rock trying to make sense of things
i had driven the lines, watched the roads turn pink spent days in a haze with too much time to think dropped blotter and swam in the water by myself or with my brother in my arms we spoke open for the health
of friendship, unity of our blood and kin we are both strong drummers 'cuz rhythm lies within his hands and my hands, his heart and my heart and by the moonlight I cut off his dreads to make a start a brand new beginning, I know this and am willing to compromise settle down and maybe just realize those who mean most and those who are the closest those who will continue to twist my spirit into a ghostlike resemblance of strength and of soul can take their ego-tripping lies unto themselves and their own goals of misusing and abusing the love which had been given to them with stupid trust, OK i guess i am just a beginner in the game called love
but i have given myself a new chance to stand tall protect those around me like my brother he won't fall he is too strong and too fine to let the wine drown him too strong and too fine for vacant friends to frown upon him as he rises to the top, to the tippy top he is like GOLD and his lustre will never stop
spinning and shining and growing and climbing and i will rehearse this verse to make sure that my timing is perfect like his smile, no it never lies and perfect like his eyes that are his never failing alibi and so i guess yes, that had been a good month and now i watch the clouds shadow land below that looks proud to be green it looks proud to be seen and from that brand new beginning i have made sense of things.
(but then the clouds rush out to foggify my clear mind stuff that spelled itself out has gotten caught in the spellbinding spins that get my heartstrings wrapped around eachother in a blunder and they are ready to be SNAPPED as soon as one pulls another or i shift my weight of mind decide to love another leave an old love behind it's not easy, believe me, love and sex intertwine to make things sharp, bright as one kind of shifting twisting vision, arms and legs holding precision torsos melting into la-la land...
but the mind's more important and the loving follows after with hands and lips on skin and that starts a whole new chapter oh my god i must have dreampt that, my chapter was complete had me a boy/man with a keen mind and he spun me like a sweet chocolate treat and i was wrapped around his candystick)
posted by starrsucka' at 3:48 AM

DROP
Lay your hands and head and tears to the soil that holds you . . .
I sat upon soil in the shadow of her
listening tho I couldn’t hear, I spun tears as if collecting water~
at last the moon grew thick and wide
the sky dark with occasional stars still seated my bruises began to ache
with learning and gladness
and the empty empty spot grew full with new thickness and the ghost
blood began to split my flower
and flow as blood does becoming the soil I sat upon ...
the moon....


CANADIAN BUSH PARTY
You buy a two-four from your brother, then again you buy another,
cuz you never know who won't show up with booze,
And your best friend has a four-by, so you fill it up with ten guys,
heading out for the big bush party after school.



posted by starrsucka' at 3:47 AM