Don’t Touch Wet PaintFollowing a phone call

19-06-10

I feel comfortable,I should not feel comfortable,I feel like I have,I do not have,A bird would feel they are safe.

I am not a bird,I am not a cow,I am not a cow,Nor am I a fox,

I am a feeling, right now,And I should not.

The Perfectionist

You w ou ld find m y flaw s–Tiny flaw s, even the onesthat didn’t exist– and you w ou ld pick at them .

Pick at them . pick , pick , pick – You ’re a liar, you ’re a fool. You ’re a hypocrite asshole and a bad friend– Pick , Pick , Pick

Every m inu te of every Every m inu te of every hou r of every day You w ou ld Pick !Pu t m e dow n

A nd I loved you So I believed you Until I thou g ht as little of m yself as you did.Until I hated m yself Until I brok e free

N ow I’m free A nd you ’re still pick ingBu t it doesn’t bother m e anym oredoes it bother you ?does it bother you ?

Men...

he’s folding beer mats while one ear listens to idle talk with idle friends who aregoing places.

in a room full of in a room full of people who are talking to people about other people.

after a cheap booze they will go outside and queue to go queue to go inside again upstairs this time to join a queue of people waiting to score with people who people who look for scores.

or to dance with people who dance with people on crowded floors through through crowded doors.

and they like it when they hear their song they like the hollow beeps and bleeps that resonate with every shape they make.make.

and a hot songs life is EXACTLY that of a boners... with some cosmetic help.

and he knows this and he asks himself,himself,

‘Why not go out to see something happen? to see the world changing, to see naked bodies, naked souls on stage!’

‘cause that’s gay, ‘cause that’s gay, and full of goths, can’t pull there laaaaaad’

...

and the scene will still be still be going strong as long as people like going out to out to go inside and dance to turning discs they occupy.

The Stream – first encounter

I sway over the stream, with one foot on a rockAnd study with my eyes, the dips and flows and dives.

The broken branches, weathered rocks,even the weeds– all brothers of a single dream– sing to me from the stream.

My head begins to bow, into a darker deepMy head begins to bow, into a darker deepWhen suddenly, it catches me–riding the dips, tangled in weeds– a feather dancing in its sea!Forgotten star, betrayed to gravity.And what are we?But feathers caught within a stream.

Salvation, pure, finds me on a page in my castle of ink and paper in my castle ofmetaphors she can not cross the moat the barge is raised all she could do if she found it is:

Sit on the grass in the sun, play with thedaffodils sliding them through her daffodils sliding them through her sultry fingers in the sun and my castle would rip slits for windows where the knives of light might cut the darkness and I could spy from a suit of armor, watch her beauty as it passes by till the suit would get heavy and I would need a drink and she would bear the juice,drink and she would bear the juice,

But I would have my castle and rooms and servants and a butler named. And she would have nothing she would have no butler she would have nothing except the daffodils and the sun and her beauty and perfection to keep her company, oh and also a boy of her her company, oh and also a boy of her fancy and they would kiss and lay and hump and scream outside in the field with no butler and I would have salvation in my paper and ink and she would be so unfulfilled

I can not live w ith m ys elfI need s om ebody els e,I can not live w ith m ys elfI need s om ebody els eI can not live w ith m ys elfI need s om ebody els e.

Be s om ebody,Be s om ebody,Be s om ebody.I m is s you w ith all m y heart,A ll m y love.

It’s hang ing in the balance nowHang or be hang ed, I’m hang ing now ,I’m w aiting now ,

GET OUT! GO ON THEN !I’ll be g one in the m orning .

L ook ing throu g h the eye of a loopI g ave m ys elf, I g ave all m ys elfthey don’t u nders tand, they don’t.

Eoin M u rray, ag e 15 to 18 - m u rrm an.w eebly.com

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