Monday, May 31, 2010

Nothing More to Lament

Reality is pinning me down.
It sunders the hope of reaching solid ground.
My morality is founded within letters
Carved by robbers in the night.
Is this right, or is my sight the line that bounds
A thought from sound?

As I dig myself a hole,
I excavate my hand,
And as the earth had planned
I become it.
Farther down the tunnel,
Assisted by a shovel
I turn the ditch into
A larger pit.

I throw out what I'm handed.
I leave the giver stranded.
I take it all for granted.

Reality has buried me in dirt and grime.
Now it's time to sunder out the truth,
But all my truth is wasted on a hopeless wish.
I'll keep wishing till I'm due,
Till my name is carved by robbers
Above the pit.

I took it all for granted.

- afm

Monday, May 17, 2010

Edge of the Sea

You were scared
That you'd live out your life all wrong
If you messed up the verses.
Never dared to rearrange
The words in the psalms.
Your praise turned to curses.
Another continent won't cure you.
The land is not the same without me.

Would you follow me into the sea?
Would you float there with me?
Would you give up your life just to live?

At the edge of the sea
I waited
Year after year after year,
But you flew right above me,
Pretended not to love me
As you drowned the whole plane down.
Another continent won't save you.
The land is not the same without me.

Would you follow me into the sea?
Would you float there with me?
Would you give up your life just to live?

We'll float.

- afm

Sunday, May 16, 2010

The Alex Show - Episode 27

FLASH FLASH FLASH SPIN SPIN SPIN

I felt lost even though I knew where I was. This is my body, this is my surrounding, but where am I? I was scared and thrown and helpless almost, but I was okay with it. I was okay with being lost. I wanted to be. I was drawn to it, the welcomed hopelessness, and so I ran with it. I was running through a foreign forest, black and endless. I plowed through the undergrowth and trampled fallen branches. They snapped and cracked with every leap, but the sound was buried beneath my angered breaths. I was not running to or from anything. I was just running to run.

Aside: Once you run in the dark long enough, you realize you are not lost at all. You always know exactly where you are: in the dark.

I was running with my eyes closed when I stumbled upon reality. I am the forest. I am black and endless. I fall in the dirt and rise in the dirt. My limits know no bounds. I loved being lost. I became comfortably familiar with being lost until one day lost was not even lost anymore.

FLASH FLASH FLASH SPIN SPIN SPIN

I had it once, the whole passion thing, and I'm crossing my fingers - the same fingers that let something amazing fall right through them - to have it again.

- Alexander McCurdy

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

A Painting

a painting. you broke your lamp, you broke yours
the bed frame is black and glass is on the floor
plug me in, don't plug me in if your outlet is dead
im freeing, im freeing your hand from your head from your head from your score
certainty in failure, you will fall
you're just another know it all

a painting. your sight is shielded, blocked by bulbs
they're shattered, splattered with a knife with a knife with a dagger
plug me in, don't plug me in if your hands are wet
you're bleeding, you're bleeding your hand from your neck from your neck from your chest
certainty in failure, you will fall
you're just another know it all

a face in a heart and a face in the dark
don't look past the past, you'll find splinters
sweep up the glass and remove your chord
this is falling, t
_____________h
______________i
_______________s

________________i
_________________s

__________________f
___________________a
____________________l
_____________________l
______________________i
_______________________n
________________________g

- afm

Friday, May 7, 2010

Hello! My Name is Goodbye

The thought of seeing you
Every day has allowed me to sway my view.
Expect me to look no further.
If being with you
Is a negative trait in this neutral state,
Then I will take my cue and desert her.

You could have trusted me to break so easily.

Somehow someday I'll be better.
Even if you can't remember my name,
I bet you'll be missing me.

You found yourself
Two months too late to do something about
The tainted scene
With all of its cheap intentions.
Well, mine were pure, but you were sure
That taintless hands were painted a bloody red.
Now you dread affection.

You could have trusted me if it came so easily.

Somehow someday you'll know better.
Even if you can't remember my name,
I bet you'll be missing me.

I still blame you for what I've done.
All the battles you won
Were on account of my surrendering
In hopes of rendering love.

Somehow someday we'll be/know better.
Even if you can't remember my name,
I bet you'll be missing me.

- afm

Sunday, May 2, 2010

One Year Older

Yesterday I had an excuse
Cuz I didn't have the shoes to run away.

It's Sunday now, and I'm still here.
I haven't disappeared, but I refuse to stay.

But nothing's going to break that chain we made
Cuz yesterday's the same.


How do we get back to
All the things we knew?
I don't know.


I open hearts only to shut mine down.
I keep messing around like some dumb fool.

When it comes to love I'm an old miser.
I'm not much wiser, though, than a year ago.

And nothing's going to break that chain we made.
Tomorrow will be the same.


How do we get back to
All the things we knew?
I don't know.


Someday I might wake up,
And do all the things I said I would,
All the things I know I should.


- afm