All posts by Mr. Flying Pig

Writing is my way of dealing with the ups and downs of this thing we call life and trying to make sense of the crazy things, good and bad, that go on in the world. Sometimes I also do it just for fun. In addition to writing, I also like to ride my bike, read, play around on guitar, spend time with my family, and occasionally gather with a small group of friends to play games for the evening. I work in Information Technology, and even though it is my livelihood, I try to not let technology run my life, savoring the more simple things. My guilty pleasures include enjoying a good cup of coffee in the morning, eating spicy food, and occasionally indulging in a quality brandy or bourbon in the evening,

Your Pretty Face (for the rest of my life)

I beat myself up for over a year
Even though you’d no longer be here
I knew it was just a matter of time
I could feel it all start to unwind
Before you broke me apart inside
So I broke us first and almost died

For the rest of my life
I will always love you
For the rest of my life
I will always hate you
For the rest of my life
I will never forgive you
For the rest of my life
I will forever want you
For the rest of my life

Wondering if what I did was right
A spot on the wall opened my sight
Now I wonder how could I not see
You never planned to stay with me
You had a lover already in my place
Soon you’d be gone without a trace

How many hearts did your pretty face
Lay in the waste?
How many hearts did your pretty face
Bend and break?

I knew it was just a matter of time
I could feel it all start to unwind
Before you broke me apart inside
So I broke us first and almost died
You had a lover already in my place
Soon you’d be gone without a trace

For the rest of my life
I will never forgive you
For the rest of my life
I will forever want you
For the rest of my life

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The Only Answer

I look back and I wonder
What the hell did I do?
But inside I ponder
What would have been in a year?
The only answer is a tear

The only answer is a tear

I sat still and blamed myself
For ending it too soon
Emotions on a shelf
What to let never near?
The only answer is a tear

The only answer is a tear

An angel watching over
Staring at the full moon
Find another lover
What is there left to fear?
The only answer is a tear

The only answer is a tear

Demon Taunts

We all have demons that haunt us
An abuse
A mistake
A ripple effect
A risk you didn’t take
My demons are ones I can’t trust

Hiding in the darkest of shadows
In your eyes
Be unseen
A passive retreat
Hide what should not be seen
Love that still walks in the meadows

And then I questioned
The decision that I’d made
Though I knew the answer
Rode on the edge of a blade

The decision that I made
Rode on the edge of the blade

So I shrugged it off like it was a joke
And hid from it all behind blue smoke
And then I awoke
But It was too late
The loss was my fate
I let it slip away so easily
As if I meant nothing to me

We all have memories that taunt us
Cold chasm
In my heart
No looking back
Avoidance plays a part
For misguided precepts of trust

Tomorrow (has no future)

This is gonna hurt like hell
It all felt so perfect and right
Truth or lies what does she tell?
A decision made in the night

When trust is gone
It will always feel wrong
Tonight time seems so long
Darkness will follow the dawn

Tomorrow
Tomorrow has no
Tomorrow has no future
Tomorrow has no future for us today
I just want to fade away

It’s always gonna hurt like hell
Try to keep a distant demeanor
Looking in her eyes will tell
Pass by like you’d never seen her

You said goodbye
You’ll always ask why
The sun fell from the sky
Never show the tears you cry

Tomorrow
Tomorrow has no
Tomorrow has no future
Tomorrow has no future for us today
I have nothing more to say

One Month Old

On July 23, 2017, I made the first post to my other blog on WordPress. The Vinyl Jungle was inspired by a friend who, after reading posts that I had been putting on social media, told me that he almost felt like he was reading a Blog. A little light went off just then, and after some more thought, I decided “why not?” 

I listen to music nearly every day. And as of late it’s almost always from my vinyl record collection. The Vinyl Jungle is off the cuff writing about the the album I’m listening to at that particular time. Sometimes, I write a kind of review about it. Sometimes I write some interesting related facts. And sometimes, I’ll recall an old memory that’s relative to the record I have spinning. My goal with The Vinyl Jungle is the same as when it was just simple social media posts. I hope it inspires the reader to check out some music they haven’t listened to before, and to gain some insight into that music. 

One of the goals of anyone who writes is that someone reads it, even if they are, at the core, writing for themself. This morning, when I checked the number of subscibers I had for the first time, my head started spinning. Thirty days in and I already have 242 subscribers! So I want to send my sincerest thanks to anyone who has stopped by The Vinyl Jungle, and an even bigger thanks to those who have subscribed. I hope you continue to enjoy it as much as I enjoy the music that inspires it.

The Smile

It’s what I keep inside
The smile that peeks through to the outside
As the daydream invades
The past and future the present evades

Not who I really am
Hiding in the rulebook from a God and lamb
Not what I really feel
Taught to never beg and leaned to never steal

The ballad of lament
Security in an elastic balloon
The debt of unpaid rent
Foolish pride is what always gives up too soon

The smile from what is gone
Not knowing if I was pauper, king or pawn
The daydream in the night
Looking past the smile promoting fight from flight

The smile’s foolish lament
Behind a smokescreen of confidence and pride
The smile that was once mine
The smile that melts a heart frozen, lost in time


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