Friday, June 12, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
chitter chatter have some of my brain matter...
______________________
~and~
Indecision...
slam the doors of apprehension,
create binding tension,
~and~
Toil towards rejection,
and the loss of loves' affections...
Copyright LCH 4/20/04
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Let's go to the outer limits for a tid bit....
~Daughter~
As I sit alone...
in this bar,
wondering where you are, and who I am,
I ponder~
Am I in your thoughts,
mmmmmmmmmmmmm......
Maybe not?
Lane crones away,
the pains of my day.
Oh, I fucked up-
been a baaaaad gurl,
run out my luck and welcome...
So, things for awhile went well,
now they tumble back into the hell,
that I know all too well...
So much on my mind,
I no longer have time,
to pity this-life,
this situation-
Brings no elation....no ease...
Oh! But I amim to please,
don't I?
Or do I?
Perhaps I am just dying
a slow confusing death...
yes...
I do this best,
writhe and suffocate in my misery,
exist alone in pain.
BUT IS IT ALL REALLY REAL?
Or, something I imagined to feel?
Cause, I don't know anymore,
I sold myself out,
to this greedy world.
Sucked under,
let no man thrust asunder,
the myth that I am,
to the common man.
Just empty...
Knocking on my own door,
Help,
it's me again....the whore,
the world's dirty little fantasy,
an empty anomaly.
Have I stated this before?
What should this life be?
Does it yet remain to me,
A mystery?
Or~
Did I finally figure it out,
just still sucked into denial and doubt~
Of what I really am...
The whore daughter of man?
Copyright~LCH~all words~Circa 2003
As I sit alone...
in this bar,
wondering where you are, and who I am,
I ponder~
Am I in your thoughts,
mmmmmmmmmmmmm......
Maybe not?
Lane crones away,
the pains of my day.
Oh, I fucked up-
been a baaaaad gurl,
run out my luck and welcome...
So, things for awhile went well,
now they tumble back into the hell,
that I know all too well...
So much on my mind,
I no longer have time,
to pity this-life,
this situation-
Brings no elation....no ease...
Oh! But I amim to please,
don't I?
Or do I?
Perhaps I am just dying
a slow confusing death...
yes...
I do this best,
writhe and suffocate in my misery,
exist alone in pain.
BUT IS IT ALL REALLY REAL?
Or, something I imagined to feel?
Cause, I don't know anymore,
I sold myself out,
to this greedy world.
Sucked under,
let no man thrust asunder,
the myth that I am,
to the common man.
Just empty...
Knocking on my own door,
Help,
it's me again....the whore,
the world's dirty little fantasy,
an empty anomaly.
Have I stated this before?
What should this life be?
Does it yet remain to me,
A mystery?
Or~
Did I finally figure it out,
just still sucked into denial and doubt~
Of what I really am...
The whore daughter of man?
Copyright~LCH~all words~Circa 2003
Hey Rope...:)
Friday, June 5, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
For Mammaw...
Monday, June 1, 2009
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