• May 19th, 2010
i lost my mind . confetti pieces scattering the skies . so many years i held to the fringe . yet sinking like this . paranoia sets in . and delusions are creep~in’ . one day i broke . i know . it wasn’t me but ‘them’ . unkind world shattered my head . mixed in . with genetic predisposition . to unstable visions .
opened like a cataclysm might . as it shoves wrong or right . a cycle . from gifted disciples . bits of words heard . and grasped for my plan . from those that don’t understand . i take it in hand . and make it mine . flash my shine from behind veiled type of existence . for instance . how have i made it this far . with all that i am . are . carrying my scars . that i’ve overcome . before begun .
at most it is shown . to be simple reminder . of all that is behind her . wise gained in uneasy way . authentically swayed . from tragic designs beyond define . i am all kinds of times and ways . from bliss . and depression trips . to manic to panic to schizoid romantic . dark side volcanic . I’ve had it
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• November 11th, 2009
chorus:
what became
of future games
where light is seen
and we are free
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we're on edges of knives
exposing out plight
what is right
just a little might
tip the scales
and blow all the rails
mundane takes
of righteous shames
we placate fate
with rough draft states
and reclaimed stakes
nap taking
back seat views
lapse seen through
alternate dues
misconstrued level grew
from seeds of tomorrow
let me show you my sorrow
the reefs are dying
and the world is spying
and many stopped trying
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• November 5th, 2009
*Production by Indigo Sync*
walk with me . through these streets . of our minds . where we find . our own time . and leave it all behind .
dark alleys shadowed . with etched . rain drenched shapes of nonsense . that could be demons or angels . depending on our angle .
it’s rainbow hidden . with pattering rhythms . of cataclysmic schisms .
by my side you shine . from the corners of my eyes . hold my hand . and never stand still . moving we will meet . with feet touching common grounds .
maybe only in sounds . will we be found . to synchronize our lives . while we fly eternally free . and keep coming back to our dreams
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• October 31st, 2009
sleeping in shifts dreaming
making it fit with seeming
dexterity like a rarity
slippin knots and getting lost
I’m wide loop cruisen
stepping spiral choosin
spinning in the peripheral
rhythm of reversal
diverse pull
safe obscurity
where I want to be
you don’t know me
macrotic operations
fill my consciousness
veiled meanings pass
snatching words from the sky
I write what I can grab
shrinking to expand
don’t want to leave
mind state where I’m free
I’ve hallucinated, seen
the universe before me
dreamed my own insanity
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• October 28th, 2009
The sky falls tonite
So I close one eye
And try to focus
On streaking lights
falling into space
With every breath I take
Above earthly concerns
I burn with no purpose
You wait on the surface
For ambiguity to clear
Near hearts that don’t care
For anything out there
Puzzled in pieces
that we fit together
saturated endeavor
crayoned vision
of stricken precision
and I wait
for resonation
or destination
to come on through
recycled groove
frozen unchosen
just lost motion
velocity stolen
I was open then closed
Now open I suppose
I’m building something unseen
Foundations shed clean
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• October 22nd, 2009
I long for convergence, of space and emergence, battle the surges of levels of sensitivity, proclivity for softer emanations, relations, different sensations, oscillation, keyed to my station, played games with my imagination, awake patient, shifting complacent, streamed adjacent, waves making, sense shaking, choice of creation, blessed to the ancients, aged agents.
To hear more by Shannon Ross go to http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=78777
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• October 20th, 2009
I wrote this about 'them'
a portrait of despair
without you there
so many times
violated my life
it felt like disease
that’s fit to please
you would sit outside
the window of my mind
witness of a kind
you didn’t figure straight
a confounding take
so medicate medicate
de-fixate
shout you away
and you disappear
without you here
I miss you dear
non-identified
disinclined
it’s quiet
the silence
missed emotional violence
you told me everything
I didn’t want to hear
and everything I did
or needed
I practiced not heeding
you judged me unbelieving
unseeing
unknowing
unshowing
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• October 3rd, 2008
a mish mash done over two loops
chameleon faces . complacent changes . outward displacement . adjacent . word like agent . of temporal nation . invasion . proper sense inflation . waxing invasive . erasement . stuck in the basement . dirty encasement . a placement . to the side and back . where the dreams are at .
twisting commingling . floating flying . belying gravity . flowing sliding turbulent . seeping in . dripping begins
finding new mold . to be enfolded . collecting building spilling . dissipating . deep within . then upward again . this energy I send . multicolored blend . it stretches between . you and me . drifting in waves . explained away . it wraps you round . anchors the ground . can you see? . a euphony
twisting commingling . floating flying . belying gravity . flowing sliding turbulent . seeping in . dripping begins
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• September 18th, 2008
*music production by indigo sync*
Nebulous clouds fill my sky . With darkened sun eyes . Spectrums of refracting light . Cast prisms of color down . In handfuls of insubstantial confetti . That eddy over rainshadowed land . Blanched to muted tones . Like desert grown flora . A diaspora of sound unheard but seen ... If I could listen to sunbeams . Would it be tinkling broken glass? . Loud booming crashes? . a symphony of classics? . An epiphany of reverberations . Echoes of landscapes; . Mountains of lined edge … Would sunsets remnant . Glowing through hedge . Be incandescent to ears? . If my eyes could hear…
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