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Truthful Lies
Another installment from my High School daze… hehe
Truthful Lies taste bitter and sweet,
Like a soft snow turning to a cold sleet.
Don’t lie, you can tell the “truth”.
Tell him how shallow you’ve been
Even in your youth.
Tell him the time you cheatedÂ
On his bed;
Tell him all of the nonsense
You put into his head.
He gave his life for youÂ
And asked for nothing in return.
His words fell silent as
You allow his heart to burn
You talk of a “nice guy”
Someone to treat you right.
But the nice guy bit
Doesn’t work twice.
Hot bodies and a
Popular guise
may be fly
But in the end it’s all
A bunch of truthful lies.
A Jaw of Glass
In high fidelity I hear
A ravaged man
Screaming at the world
He talks of razors and
Deception.
And still finds time for
Clairvoyant discussion.
His symphony, an army.
A sentry for any circumstance.
Be it fighting relentless demons
Or his own rogue hands.
He is the ruler of dreams
No other man can.
I listen closely
To miss nothing.
A whisper, too far
I NEED more!
Though
I crave more than deserved
Even then, it’s never enough.
Longing to live these tragedies
For my sorrow would finally be
Relevant.
Awaiting your next call to arms
Years in the making.
Touring roadie cars
Medication ritual to keep Your
Body an individual
To prevent the demon from
Unleashing a new heathen
Relapse, collapse
The story of your life.
I pray for your body
To repent the sickness
To return your health.
But I pray far too much
I’ve not control over
God’s unholy rule
That man must live or die
With the ebb of lunar tides
Wash away the unsuspecting
Lulling the silver spooned
He displays prejudice
For all who speak against his
Ancient ruse. Â
Siberian Kiss By: GlassJaw
AN innovative song in my opinion. At least in regards to how he explains it all during the song. It actually directly inspired me to write the poem “Ghost Man on Third” that I blogged here a couple of weeks ago. And here is Daryl, to explain himself all the way from some interview in the past! Welcome!
Daryl Palumbo- “She couldn’t have been any more empty when she was with me than she was. She, when she was with me was a completely empty person in everything she did with and to me…and was completely empty for a long time. That’s what that’s supposed to mean..a kiss, something that’s fulfilling and warm, and it was just the coldest shit.”
Siberian Kiss By: GlassJaw
Give me back
My pictures of me
Me, you and him makes three.
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate
Of depress
and I hope that you know.
Like a bitch in heat,
I hope she knows.
So put another penny in and turn the crank
Until the frames cease to move
And the movie turns into a photo,
A photo the kiss
I hope she knows
Staring at a parisian sex flick
where the characters don’t meet
The characters don’t speak
And the characters are like mirrors facing
mirros:
Space always expanding.
So put another coin in and turn the crank
Until the frames cease to move
And the movie turns into a photo,
A photo the fist
I hope she knows
A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
In a photo the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bullet.
On phone lines and letterhead
I’m dying about.
I’ve watched you whore yourself out for one
More thing.
If I can’t have you no one will!
Pushing a lover to love another
Are you turned on?
I keep you jealously to myself.
When One Eight Becomes Two Zeros By: GlassJaw
This song doesn’t have a fun quote from Daryl, himself so I’ll go ahead and introduce this badboy. To me, this song is about finding out the hard way that you and your “lover” are falling away from each other at an alarming rate without a damn thing you can do other than embrace it and muster up a “You bitch” in the process… Enjoy it all of you lovers out there. For this may just be your fate someday.
When One Eight Becomes Two Zeros By: GlassJaw
I’m glad that you’re near.
And I’m sad that you’re here.
This is what it’s like to be me.
I’m glad that you’re here
And I’m sad that you’re near
This is what it’s like to die alone.
This all hurts me so much
That I honestly believe
you’re the one this is hard for.
I’ve bartered tact for wit
and I’ve already made up
A billion stories about you.
Knee deep in static
I hear you breaking up
I’m breaking up,
I guess we’re breaking up.
You’re not the other woman
You’re just another (woman)
Another hobby for a guy like me.
You’ve given me a heart like a gun
And I’m so shocked that I’ve made it through
These billion days.
I didn’t think I could tough it out all those days
A billion.
So we’re growing?
I’m sure.
“there’s no other I can turn to.
There’s no other I can turn to.
If not you heart
who else can I believe?”
I hope you enjoyed dying alone.
My Final Blogging Days
So, I have come to a realization, I should stop blogging. I won’t stop writing though, that is just a part of me. The only reason I am continuing with the GlassJaw posts is because I wasn’t lying when I claimed my devotion to them. And I am happy that I have garnered a few new advocates of GlassJaw, I hope you all continue listening to them. Once I finish up my GlassJaw posts (which still gives me about thirty days for those who enjoyed reading) I’ll be packing up. It’s been real, it’s been fun, it’s been real fun.
Paper Planes
A pleasant ode to a slang phrase…
I want to fly so high until my feet touch down
on distant galaxies where I face childhood dreams
in pools of stars retaining wishes of pain release
of love and greed; they will forever wade in me
I wake up from this cold and lonely dream
to be greeted with the warmth your smile brings.
Please go back to sleep, I’m stepping outside.
I’m on the way to proving humans can fly.
A simple process and an illusion of reality.
I will fly and the world will see.
With a paper plane,Â
the stars become a
possibility.
I take the last drag on my paper plane,
and wonder if it will send me flying again.
The engine is blaring, my target, the stars
I’ll be leaving without you, left a note
and a plane of your own so you can come float.
Ascend with me until they burn into the sun.
Grip my hand as we descend to mother earth.
Keep your eyes on the prize
grab each and every star
as we fall faster and faster
don’t miss a single one
we will change the world for the better
One wish at a time.Â
Her Middle Name Was Boom By GlassJaw
This is hands down my favorite quote from Daryl Palumbo and in-turn, an amazing song. SO I’ll just let him do the talking while I fly away.
“There are like 3 or 4 girls in my life that I’m genuinely friends with and it’s this girl that I’m good friends with and it’s not like I’m in love with her, she’s just a really close friend of mine. Her real name is Boomica in hungarian. So that song means a lot because it’s the only not negatively empowered song on the record. And, like, I can not only relate to her, but I’m in love with her person, you know? And that’s such a big thing for me to be able to say that so I knew I had to write about it because I felt so passionately about it.”
Her Middle Name Was Boom By: GlassJaw
She cured the plague of the holy child
and all the while
she just walked in
and Boom she said
in her room with her red fingernails
and a grip on the answers.
When it’s home
and it’s broken, let’s fix.
When it’s home
and I’m swolen, let’s kiss.
When it’s home
and we’re walking, she’ll lead.
If she’s waiting, we’ll leave.
I’m so gracious I’ve got you here.
If you touch it
it’s cold.
If you drop it
it breaks.
If you hug it
it shakes…
hold it, it shakes.
I’m Boom! She said.
I’m Boom! She said.
When it’s home
and I’m broken let’s fix.
When it’s home
and I’m swollen let’s kiss.
When it’s home
and we’re walking, she’ll lead
if She’s waiting, we’ll leave.
I’m so gracious my name’s, I dare.
My name is I dare.
When it’s home
and I’m broken, let’s fix.
When it’s home
and I’m swollen, let’s kiss.
When it’s home
and we’re walking she’ll lead
if she’s waiting we’ll leave.
I’m so gracious.
All the while.
To Mi Abuelita
Rest In Peace 🙂
Open bar, no one cards.
Drinking my sorrows
Until I’m somewhere,
Far…
… Away
In your arms
I lay embraced
Memories race.
You used to call my name
So all could hear
“Aye, Mi Gordito!”
Is here
It’s the first thing
I’d hear.
I never got to say goodbye
That day you traveled south;
Once again…
I never expected it to happen;
I hope you understand.
You’ve made that journey
A thousand times.
I’d no idea God, would make demands.
So here I am, drinking to you.
If I’m lucky, I’ll pass out in a few.
No, here come the tears,
Watch out ladies,
I’m crashing this wedding
With sorrow and beer.
I made a scene, but
I had to do it.
If I held it one more minute
I’d psychologically lose it.
Dry eyes since then
Until tonight, writing to you.
I couldn’t make it through
The first few lines
Without a good cry.
I love you.
Time Bomb: 2.0
An updated version of a poem I blogged about about a week ago. Hopefully it surpasses the original in my viewer’s eyes.Â
It was the happiest and saddest moment of his Summer.
All in one sitting with you, happiest and saddest.
The excitement of your smile brought on one of his own.
A truly exquisite feeling, no other has come close.
Still in his broken mind, a time bomb awaits its trigger.
When the feeling of serenity falls victim to displeasure.
In all his doubt, he still believes you will be back some day.
Yet your departure has always caused his soul to constrain.
Wrapping tightly around the detonator, break your gaze.
Your beautiful eyes need not see him blown away.
And plug your ears, no need for you to hear
the explosive rambling of a man lost with love.
unsuccessful at his every quest for one to take hold.
He only wishes to share what he holds so close.
A burning passion, love that is true.Â
A man can only hope.
The Way it Goes 