My new Blog.

Being as the inspiration for poetry and writing can be sporadic for me, I decided to start a second blog that I hope to contribute to more consistently. It is founded on both my love of music and my love of vinyl records. I will always own a turntable, and I will always prefer the sound of records played on a turntable over the sound emanating from a CD or MP3. TheVinylJungle.com will guide you through a journey of musical discovery and appreciation as I listen to the records from my personal collection. Because I believe that like life, music is all about the journey, not the destination.

I hope you enjoy it.

http://thevinyljungle.com/

With The Book Of Rules

August turns to September’s matrimony
An ending that was made too soon
Walk across the floor to the center of the room
Back steps are impossible in time
Move forward
Take the hand of desire
Dance across the floor
Then walk out of the door
With your foolish pride tucked away in your back pocket
With the book of rules you hold so dear
A night that can’t end too soon
Staring at the moon
Wanting to bend what you made
The tears cascade
Push them aside
With your foolish pride tucked away in your back pocket
With the book of rules you hold so dear
September expires all hope with that beautiful smile
That used to look you in the eye
Now it stares in the other direction
Now it dances across the floor
And walks away
Leaving you to die alone
With your foolish pride tucked away in your back pocket
With the book of rules you hold so dear

Not Complicated

I wish
For what I souldn’t wish for
I desire
For things that shouldn’t be
I long
For words I should never hear
I want
The love I need to conceal

It’s not complicated
Like a knife serrated
Its overrated
Like destiny fated
Perfectly mated
To what’s been dated
It’s not complicated

I dream
For the forbidden nights
I fly
To the unbearable heights
I side
With the impossible odds
I wish
For what must be nevermore

It’s not complicated
It’s never complicated

Fair Winds

If you had ever had sailed in the storms
You would have known how fair winds circumvent a Brother
If you’d ever looked at where the road bends
You would have realized where the story ends

The embers burned deep inside
I wanted to die
But there stood my pride
Waltzing away without dischord
I called you a whore
I meant so much more

If you ever looked over the valley
To a place where even the darkest shadows can’t hide
Placed between peace and calamity
Reserved for the likes of you and me

Smoldering in the still of night
With bloodlet stains
Tied down in chains
From memories desire still burns
From torrential churns
To n’ere ending yearns

Slippery Slope

It’s a slippery slope to when you let your thoughts voice unbridled
There may be no turning back
No more given slack
For your many imperfections
On the attack
Invites an attack
There may well be no place left to retreat or to run and hide

You will never say you’re sorry

Did you want to open the can that’s so long been under pressure?
Is there ever really a good time
Admitting to a crime?
Staring back at your reflection
Repressing signs
Seen through the times
Questioning if there still remains an ability to endure

I will never say I’m sorry

You knew they could never love you but you knew they’d always try
Even though you said the same
Through with playing the game
Falling back to introspection
No one holds blame
With emotions lamed
The only hope is to still feel at least a little dignified

We’ll forever say we’re sorry


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