To sit here petrified
Numb fingers clenched
Praying the tigers stay fenced
Guzzling venom, erasing the fear
Tightening the bonds keeping you here
Fading in and out of two worlds
Racing down paths you once tiptoed
As circulation wanes
As no one explains
How to grow tall once you’re bent
How to scream, how to vent
If you could focus, you’d invent
A scythe to hack the discontent
Sing for the something you had to outgrow
Pray to a God who you’ll never know
Who you’ll never meet
Who’s obsolete
You can’t compete with that
Sitting there, where I sat
Not much more lingers
You can’t feel your fingers
The ti
The world is a mess and I am inside it
The world is a song and I might join in
A cave and a glass may be full with warmth
I am the steam you watch rise
Ideals comb through young minds
Armed with passion, with promise
I want the wood and the metal in hand
I want to shape my crest
The ghost has survived and boarded again
Crafted a new set of eyes
My song may travel over the world
I'll be the voices that rise
I need my mountain back
Because that's where I sit
I sit and become the mountain
I need my eyes back
Because that's how I watch
I watch myself growing old
As granite's hold launches
Between crown and full moon
I discard five losses
In a single afternoon
Una più notte qui
Una nuova notte qui
Montagna, Montagna
Prego ritorno
Ci guardiamo svilupparci vecchi
Please return
In a violet dream with dusty snow
I swam through the architecture of a god
Pulling pieces of history down from their hooks
The liquid world was warm and lightheaded
I held onto a foreign parcel, treading with goblins and paint plodders
Floating on the waves, breathing in and singing out the motion
Arriving at your door
It was so hard to focus...
Those... things so far out of reach
I think I knew them
I think they were ours
Will you help me get them back? Is that possible?
I'm still not sure if I can face the truth
The parallel unfolds your life
Sandpaper of thought
A message taken back
Briefly for the old
To tether the ceiling
Of the void
You work, obsessed
Eclipsed by your blindness
Exposed to the elements
Of your doubt
The parallel is nearing
The young now are cheering
These walls are floating apart
Our two paths cross
But we do not walk them
As the rough thought occurs
As the moon's vision blurs
We bring a match to the end
Watch for the parallel's bend
Take this message to your grave
On that wet day
I went and sought refuge
In that tilted green place
Crowded with emptiness
That welcomed me perfectly
There I played
As children will
With a goddess checking up
Through the window on Christmas
The rain was rare and glittered with planted wishes
The Sara Mouse said it was all true
The red kettle whistled and called us out
As the deputy drew his gun
The doors were smashed in and the Sara was gone
And I was to blame
In that tilted green place
Whispered into a pay phone in a darkened alley :
The moon and the train
Dig out a hole envious of the mind
I can't follow forever
They'll realize I'm aboard
Evasion isn't for the fool
I can't pretend I'll belong
Anywhere but where
I found myself before birth
Sung in an apartment bathtub :
They grew up to the sound
Of the moment forgotten
With their parents yelling
Oh where are you heading
You can't become what you're worth
If you'll only earn your keep with
The moon and the train
They're soon to find you out again
You reach
But love, you reach in vain
Spoken like a true stranger :
Home is as real as money
Always leavin
The Throat Clears, We Go Home by Valethia, literature
Literature
The Throat Clears, We Go Home
You wait on the curb
Hand me the money you owe
I tell you to keep it
In exchange for some new way to smile
"Just take me there for a while."
You fall to the sky and open the world
Only a guitar and a word barely heard
I have to pace myself
Keyed up to race myself
Your echo knows
More than the strings do
Your river flows
But you can't quiet them
I can't make them want to hear
But I do, I'm here
I feel, I accept, I move on
I balance, break and apologize
Without meaning to
But listening here, stuck to the now
I find I can't touch you
Find that really it's all in your hands
As those chills spread across me
Crying, a fool to