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by the tidal sleep

Serpent Hug 03:41
there's this broad road paved with oak leaves narrow sidewalks curbstones like crooked teeth and yet you run in slippery shoes with threadbare soles to the rythm and blues the rhythm swings with the beat and sings this last years song a singalong that we sang too long now on sore feet next on sore knees scraping your hands graveled streets with bleeding hands you gather all your stuff and you leave behind what never brought you luck you're dashing from shadows on black painted walls you're reciteing from your regrets on a trees unsound bark you'll never know when it will show it's face or rip apart the connection between your head and heart and on that day just be prepared and spit the words right at it's face the words you saved that night that day and if you raise your voice you'll might end up with a synapse that will make you feel quite reliefed but without a word to say you will surely end up with a million others that will leave you standing there forever in grief it meant nothing to them but meant everything to you before they changed it all again the rhythm swings with the beat and sings this last years song the rhythm swings on my blues and sings a singalong that we sang to long
Untitled 04:12
both hands as blinds before your eyes to absorb the blinding rays of light of the early rising morning sun when the moon turned its back on one was it meant to fail was it meant to break a disturbing scenery I had to look away I couldn't see I couldn't breathe you twist your limbs and I turn the sheets it's such a scary ride I clasp my fingers in my seatbelt on the passenger side my vision is flawless except for this cracked windshield "sight" the world's so fast flashing by I try to hold my head up high so I can see, observe and successfully abide what everybody around me calls a meaningful life met northbound; perfectly aligned like our bodies; like you and I they dwell for seconds; hold each other tight before they part, shut eyes and die they promise to be one again in time oh how they wish; oh how they care not knowing that one of them won't be there hoping both of them will be there both hands have shattered before your eyes and now they settle as dust with these sunset skies
Derelict 03:46
tied to the edges of our skinned costal archs tripwire taut across two bodies just ain't enough when shaky hands try to get a grip this time on a cracked and slippery end we all know how this story begun and how this story will end entangled skeletons in this sinking ships' womb carving names, oh so slow in each others calcium when they wake for good this ships captains ghost with the shattering sound of their snapping bones storms and ship-high waves we're pushing and pulling railings will fail you tumble and fall and feel trapped in a thousand unfamiliar hands in this oceans saltwater hands when passion... does not mean to obligate yourself to them and will never mend or harm derelict hearts in this oceans arms so better be armed with something different than a tin dagger in the sheath on this sinking ships deck an anchor, the suction, the rain like glass on your skin, unrestrained the bottom, a leak and the sea stop staring, let go and you'll be free ... we'll be free everybody will be free everybody don't try to save a moment for too long if someone you shared it with already passed it on so refill the glass one last time and raise it high for a toast tonight to what you've become a drowning home when you drift along towards the coast on to a shore of drowned dreams and hopes now drink up and please move on and don't pretend you're already gone
Thrones 04:26
I lay down my head in hands and rest on this thrones cold chest I hold my breath shut eyes and rest until red lips turn thin and black I wake up in cold sweat cuffed to this thrones armrest and with my hands both tied I sharpened those nails on time close this coffin's lid beat those nails through it into these wooden planks in the rythm of this days end to the last verse of this song before my sunset's gone then bury me here beneath this dark throne And let me bleed out lonely so I can bleed out slowly I drill my fangs into soft raw flesh those dreams turn again dry sheets soaked wet though my lungs burn and hurt I hunt and run for days to keep this sunset close instead of miles away and alive until the end no regrets about the time you borrowed me and I gave away for free again
Inkbreath 03:15
a pen that bleeds ink on pale sheets which morphs to shapes and gradient fields into a notebook I bound in black embossed with names of my once summoned saints but the ones in need the ones we need are always coming back a golden shield shines and reflects but wasn't built to parry all hits to protect a vulnerable spirit in a fragile shell or a thought in your head you've never meant to tell I feel haunted and I blame everyone around when I should blame myself instead for a thousand reasons which I can find written down in a book I wrote myself And when I cross the last border (from the once in need) and burn this last meaningful bridge (from the once we need) I will finish the last chapter (and they will never ever come back again) and reach the final page of this manuscript then I will just close this book... carve my name in it's spine and dare one last look and for the memories of my futures' past there's this shelf; high enough for my regrets to rest
Ghost Poetry 05:23
my body burns out this city turns it's back on me let it rain on me defective copy of myself I wish I was someone else turn me into something else two ghosts trapped on an island circling this town in the sea like sharks around bait for years we're swimming but drifting away directionless but free though the storms of our guilt push us back onto the same shores once again there's no new shore no new land to adore we found us but found nothing we lost it we lost something we lost it we lost everything deep and dark waters pressure on me circling this town in the sea like sharbait's floating for years we're drowning and drowning and fading away the surface fades from green to grey holding on was easier than letting go the weight of the anchor pulled me under vicious teeth we're ripping pieces out of me parts of me that I had hidden oh so well my lungs burn out this ships turns away from me I need wounds stitched I need wounds ripped open again so I can bare this again my blood was becoming the water and the water my blood
Tiburon 04:52
I hope you'll remember and that you don't pull the anchor too soon I want to picture a familiar face at a far and distant place and I will paint a frame around it and leave it hanging there waiting and staring vanishing like the passion of a meaningless fling but we will rise from the ashes yes we will resurrect again just give me some pointers just throw them at me just show me a place to calm down so i can get some rest and peace I need this now more than I ever did and this went somehow such a different way It's another act of impatience and I am shoveling through the blackest soil; open hands and both fists are filled with helplessness and I will nurture our roots and I don't want to see them die I only want to see us grow steady towards the sky it's such a long-winded path a complex route to our common home a place where I can drown all those demons that took posession of me in this small california town by the sea


released April 27, 2012


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