I'll be live in Edmonton today.

Smokes and Road Beers are in order *wink*

good luck with that one.

ttys

+on.the.road.laine+

[ .of.haste.and.hunger. ]

do you feel that?
no one's on
nothing's on
all breathing bound down
where shards are electric
in our fleshy sounding fires

all our envy
making out in works
of haste and hunger
fingers are our beauty
still singed form all our work
so close to what they call
our acting out time

shearing now
all of our blinded intent
my hands just shy
from your shifting skin
so warm and glowing
so preciously close to mine

all against my night time
that I harbour in my crest
my skin so black near blue now
where there is no way to refuse
when you keep asking me for stories
we still make out stars in your sky
as our eyes the only points of need

yet our breathing
is all but snuffed out now
and our hands meet
close just one more time
sweaty and nervous still
from all our ache and curious affection
that we've laid our arms down for

© BMc Friday 09.16.05 [2:32 am]

I miss being me.

A long time ago.. which if anyone is actually reading this drivel, before any of you knew me.. I was a indeed Force of Nature.

No really.  I would show up and things would happen.

Now, I show up ... and I get coffee..

Need to get back to basics..
too much to do in this life to be too whiny about it...
someone very special has reminded me about that..
[ thank you Minou ]

Guess I'm about to burn some bridges and get moving.
hmmmm... better start the day with running around.

to my glorious minds out there.. those like me.. you know who we all are.. I'm coming to get you.. we all have very much work to do indeed... watch your dreams.

travel and coffee shops today..
*lixx kiddies*

+ever.eventual.laine+

[ Hedley - Villan ]

I'm so cold and far away from home
Your so tired and so damn alone
It's darker and much harder to be me
So far away from my reality
Your fingers and your lips are beautiful
Your fingers and your lips are killing me

And you kiss me like you know inside of me
And you watch me fight my own insanity
And I feel like I'm a villain

I wrote this while watching ray, and recalled all of my studies in third year art, all of the Jazz and Blues musicians that rode long and hard through various nites, many struggled with various addictions, but their music and souls soared free.. but that freedom cost them their lives. Memories of those that still made it. Dizzy, Miles, John.. be well in the long nite my unknown heros..... that and oh, I think my house is flooding.. bmc

[ .every.time.we.break. ]
[ in steady dedication to .sSs. ]

my queen of furies
back from exhiled europe
in transit
all the wind we've lost to each other
our enemies on all sides
our brilliance our only defence

in this gloomy charade of lovers
that burn to touch
caresses so-have seared off
the hearts we wear
and down in tumbling knots
on beds stained with memories
of others long forgotten

where we have not loved nor lost
in spinning hurtful circles
against your gathering wind
where we find we are standing
fists closed and holding nothing
after all these years
of clockworks and pictures
now rough from sand

where neither one of us has found a use
for all these cluttered lies and nerves
that we've managed to gather
in this place of wreckage
filled with bodies
that will never know how to love

© B McLean, 2k5,
excerpt from .Cantos for the King of Fall.

if you don't know Foamy, You Will....

[ pretty much my whole opinion, why try to say it better? ]

[ once upon a time, there were three imaginary boys, who made us all cry with them, and every tear we found upon the beach, made us one step closer to understanding where we all are going to be when we grow up ]

there's no-one left in the world
that i can hold onto
there is really no-one left at all
there is only you
and if you leave me now
you leave all that we were
undone
there is really no-one left
you are the only one

and still the hardest part for you
to put your trust in me
i love you more than i can say
why won't you just believe?

There's nothing here I couldn't break
If I loved it hard enough
Nothing that wouldn't crumble in my hands
There's nothing here I couldn't crash if I sat behind the wheel
Nothing that wouldn't fall apart if I tried to hold it together

Please, please, please
Please don't lie to my face
Your face never lies to me

There's no one who wouldn't play a hero
If I threw a masquerade
No one could fool me in disguise
There's no one heavy I couldn't raise them
Nobody so light as to blind my eyes
No stone I couldn't turn to gravel if I tried to hold it together

Sweet corroded love
I still see myself in your shiny patches
But rust is going to claim you from me soon
I taste the reservation in your kisses
I see it in the twitching of your nose
I know by the way you look right past me
You're showing what you think that you don't show