Kurt Cobain Somewhere in heaven you rushed on by holding a flower you caught my eye Somewhere in hell we swam passed
no time to stop we were burning fast Sometime on earth you sang a song it sounded so sweet that I sang along. (and) What should appear when I awoke from my dream but a note that you wrote your final sad scream. Land¶s Safety Sweetly Melody A melody so sweet only a dream could suffice When I spoke through my stutter I broke through the ice. Alone in a river- drown or should I shiver? Grasp for the land or swim till I¶m ready? Hold to my breath, or breathe slow and steady? What will come of this death, am I ready? I spoke through my eyes, a cry for the land. A hope through horizon, for a soul on command Decay did my drown consumed quickly--unfound. Lost in the ice, to my dearest departure, Never found my way. Like a tigress in an ocean Searching for the jungle paradise of lore But now she is lost in endless remorse Nor can she understand The safety of land.
New Paltz Nightlife Gutter punks and prissy bitches Jocks drunk scratching itchy hippies Clawing a dance across the street Dropping each other from their feet Cops on speed yelling move along I sit thinking you¶re all fucking wrong Please take your hate and leave ------slender bones point to endless windows dreaming above the stars bronze colored flesh prints gold on the mind and at best you are a diamond and I am a blind man a blind man who reads your swagger and step by the sway of your walk and rhythm in your breath so breathe with me and color me blessed come lay down its time to rest ----Thousand Stitches I¶ve seen a thousand stitches strewn Across a sweater spread Seen her swells and ebbs Shriek with sounds of ecstasy Sing the sounds she saw in company Sing the sounds she saw secretly Her shrieking soothed in sanctuary A thousand stitches strewn abreast. I¶ve seen a thousand stitches strewn Stretched her sweater spreads abreast Seen her surge and smell of sex Her sassy step I start to sweat When I see a seat I stop to sit She¶s sweet and stares then steps with it A thousand stitches a sunset
The moon appeared I mourn.
Recollection of a Past Place Where were I last night, Nowhere, I was not With her, I saw her hair Not last night I was not there. Quiet seductive and dense Joining her to rest on the floor Dead in my house But alive I am sure Lying with her on the floor I can¶t quite recall her face Now filled by time it¶s a generic waste These memories of when I was not But still I feel her silent embrace Listening to my soul I called her lover Only when she spoke she made me shudder As the dog stirred in the room I awoke To find myself without another I lie here now awake Taken from that dreamy place To think that last night I was not Although I¶m sure I saw her there To what do these memories compare But to all recollections of who and where Where were I last night Where ever was I not?