Marston James's Blog: This is not a blog - Posts Tagged "wait"
Freestyle to PVRIS - St. Patrick (Empty Room Sessions)
I know it's chemical, the way you blend the world into you; the spirit you brung and the love you stung me with till I feel essences flow out...
The world bow out and dream about in it's wide glee phases; I leave myself to bleed from, please let go of the world I forever ran from...
I cannot leave the depths I found you at; the place you cracked and left me blending the real with what seems; the true with what dreams and the the "always" with what you came to be...
Yet you drifted right past and never even saw me...
And this is the world I cease to be...
The sea I used to be...
The counterpoint I could never see...
The world bow out and dream about in it's wide glee phases; I leave myself to bleed from, please let go of the world I forever ran from...
I cannot leave the depths I found you at; the place you cracked and left me blending the real with what seems; the true with what dreams and the the "always" with what you came to be...
Yet you drifted right past and never even saw me...
And this is the world I cease to be...
The sea I used to be...
The counterpoint I could never see...
Freestyle to Incubus - I Miss You
Sometimes I don't know what I miss; why I kiss the stars and wish the moon over; why I keep my self broken and still swooning over the way you danced across my forever gone sky...
I leave the wishes to die within, the soothing words I spin do nothing to dispel the sadness I brought; the tempers I sought to allay...
I cannot keep emotions at bay, nor lead to anything else but depression from severely forever "holding on till may"...
I am wonderless and missing you, the way you danced past mine eyes and see the way my own actions demised the weather pouring down...
This is not the clouds fault, nor the storming monsoons dredging I could have forgotten about
And all i can wish is for treasures to fall back towards my way...
so i won't have to continue holding on, and acting as if I have something better to say...
I leave the wishes to die within, the soothing words I spin do nothing to dispel the sadness I brought; the tempers I sought to allay...
I cannot keep emotions at bay, nor lead to anything else but depression from severely forever "holding on till may"...
I am wonderless and missing you, the way you danced past mine eyes and see the way my own actions demised the weather pouring down...
This is not the clouds fault, nor the storming monsoons dredging I could have forgotten about
And all i can wish is for treasures to fall back towards my way...
so i won't have to continue holding on, and acting as if I have something better to say...
Down
I haven't been down.
I haven't been seen.
Nor can I feel what I know is here.
What I know is there.
What feelings arise and jet down to inked fingers are not to confuse.
Not to regard.
There is no rhyme.
Nor reason to see why.
See when.
And that is the beauty of life.
It does not need one...
Marston James...
I haven't been seen.
Nor can I feel what I know is here.
What I know is there.
What feelings arise and jet down to inked fingers are not to confuse.
Not to regard.
There is no rhyme.
Nor reason to see why.
See when.
And that is the beauty of life.
It does not need one...
Marston James...


