I am who.
"...or was he kidding himself?
reading lines from his own story
into her face?
Ok, I'll bite.
just one more time, maybe I'll find there's a better way. Every time I try, I can't stand. Everything is only skin deep, no one says words to me, they peel off the layers easily, in an order they want. You see right through me You see right by me You see, listening or lying, You see. atlas
Sucker
Find the one who breathes mischief and I will tell you his merit. Neglect to thicken the plot well it's obvious what I bought. When it tastes a little sour I forget about the hour Twist my tongue, I fell for another one. atlas
Gone Fishing
Sometimes being "open-minded" makes
you one-sided and being "close-minded"
makes you see more clearly or not want
to see at all. While others satisfy
childish conversation, I wonder why I come
to see time and time again. My statements
are requests, my questions are statements.
My trivia is an invitation to be friends.
Throw a line from me to you
and level with me.
Decoy:
and if i decide to sink or swim I'll try not to dive to deep but there is where I'll find an innocence about you. and I'll pretend we have the same eyes if I try to fuse, you'll just abuse it but it saves me from drowning. and if you see it's really him against him you broke it, you fix it. try to heal it, and when you seal it I'll give you everything. atlas
headfirst
At least I wasn't bleeding. I mean after being literally pushed through that window, I wondered. It's probably not safe to go stargazing or I might forget being where I am. My eyes are closing and my pains are expanding.
These aren't the same old pains, stay still. If you try to move, you might find that you can't and you don't want to know, do you?
Forgive them because they don't know what they do to me, and to convict them any less than famous would be an inaccurate description to a picture being framed by an arsonist. Feeling that I am the sole cause for the space
where the hesitation takes the smile: Oh, I can pour it on and have you consider your whole life. My face shows a truth for miles, I'll only remember once. Seeing the belief can impress even me, but leaving the hole, the imprint is somehow more prominent. Say you won't forget, because when I
come back, it will be nothing new, like yesterday. Don't give up.
The Tile Man
Trying to lay tile over hollow floor I'm ready to run water Tell me to kneel and inspect the work I'm ready to run water Beg me for insults or compliments This one doesn't hold water so I'll wait cause' I saw the blueprints. atlas
a:b:
A:
Oh, come on man, you know those neat freaks. They're so organized.
Everything is put away all the time. You just know he's one of those
crazy guys that is confident and successful. He doesn't even know he's got secrets written all over his face. Can you tell a lot about his life?
B:
That's strange, you may know he's got secrets. You think you can tell
things about him because he's clean? Oh he's crazy I'll bet, but just look at your room. Your room is a mess. Who can somebody tell more about, you
or the "freaky" clean guy?
"...without the agony of repeat"
the eldest one won't speak much failed with absorption and I don't think he cares some sounds are evil Can you all see his vocal cords are contortionists He wants nothing The only place is right here, right now right now. atlas
The Past Protector
Phil arrived about the same time everybody else did and once inside, gave
himself a short tour of the place. Sometimes the made him feel comfortable.
Other times, walking around the perimeter helped him to relax. He
knew everybody who showed up and after greeting with them, explored more
of his surroundings.
As the party got under way, everybody talked, drank and ate snacks.
His intuition told him to be patient, but aware and he wondered
what kind of experience would happen to him this evening. Fun and
food kept up a great atmosphere and everyone shared in respect and conversation.
No one felt out of place. Usually there is a lull in what happens
when they are all together, but tonight things flowed unusually well and
Phil noticed. He thought about this and considered this was what he was
waiting for. He paid close attention. Everything about this situation was ordinary, extremely ordinary, and in this mundane moment, Phil was filled with amazing energy and he realized the coincidence he had been waiting for was about to unfold.
Just then, Heather put a band aid on Will's forehead and quickly said "this
is your past protector". There it was, and the message held Phil over for many thoughts. First, how could it go unnoticed, or ignored like so many nowadays, the wonder of if anybody else could consciously hear and comprehend what had happened. And the girl who said apparently didn't even know that she had said anything.
It was clear as crystal though, she probably would have taken offense if
he would have made her aware just for being put on the spot. Isn't
that strange, how the train of thought here continued, like a good book
Phil refused to stop thinking of it. What could that be? First
I'll find a way to make some people conscious of it.
I can help them to talk
We can watch the trees grow old and mold the locks to fit our keys Pour words from the mouths of those who have stories they haven't told. A broken fan, fresh blacktop, a patch of dead grass, new curtains, a cigarette burn, falling leaves, seem to be unimaginative and to me can't breathe. atlas
swell
No, oh no, she's glowing... She must think he's not done growing But they are on the same side of the room He just likes knowing. Guess that keeps them on their feet Only for him, she now looks more like a cheat He likes the thought of being yet still unknown and instinctively listens to her program so that she can admit on her own and fill his cup again. She always wants to toss if not just to see him catch but she better learn to keep that glove on from above we can see the cork in her bat. Won't need to concoct any drink the mix is ready, he says to her and my watch is right no desire for fight or flight Disappear if you wish, it's no delay. Later, you'll only hear friendly or frightening words but one's idea of learning is another's excuse for failure. Where's the respect going? Falling through the dead air to a deep valley in a cold freeze. Even laughs are second thoughts anymore. We've got to think about the horror first. You can't hear if you're not listening. atlas
double trouble
Knowing that fear, knowing those powers. I'm not the one to take advantage of them. Might test them to see that they are still there once in a while. A harmless test really. The side effects are small and no major changes or chain of events will fall. In fact, to ask before presenting it often happens. Words do have more than one meaning. Words lead to misunderstanding, sometimes causing such drastic effects, that a person is changed forever. There is no telling how much time I have left with this body. My luck, I'll probably get the same body next time.
easy now
if you lose that respect a change in my face shown in a way you can expect disturbing and insulting atlas
even steven
Ambivalence or indifference Go ahead and blow me away with what you say. You might find we're both better off understanding the same way. atlas
I let you go
I let you go I'm still here You came back Now, I don't know One call made me think Scary I'm already love Lose my jealousy Lose my curiosity Lose my assumption Lose my mistrust Lose my heart Lose my hand atlas
remnants from a dream:
The lady's store, car parked.
Inside old indian woman is tripping.
I can feel her visions.
She shows me a trinket sending a wave of energy nearly knocking me down on the ground. I look at her to smile as she turns to go. I turn and speak to her partner to ask her what the wave was from. I know now, I was the only one besides her and the lady who knew. She said "do not worry young man, you will be OK". I leave to get my wallet out of the car. I was going to buy that trinket. Everybody on the street is watching a movie of horror and another lady is speaking in tongues. I ask to repeat it for me to understand. She and I hear a terrible noise and saw a man machine gun down two kids. He is coming, I pick up the woman. She is on my back, as we head to other end of the lot. We fall to the sound of the machine gun. I hold my breath for a moment of death. It was over, I was alive the woman on my back was too. As if the other two ladies were telling my immediate future, this lady had delayed her knowing. She gets up and screams.