Sunday, July 11, 2004

No Deserving Title

I'm sitting here
raking over the charred
remains of what used to be
what could be
and who I am.

The choices in my life,
the sparks that drift
into clouded midnight skies,
the consequences,
the smoke that chokes
on a windless eve.

My fire has burned
brightly and strong
for so long into the night,
I don't know what time
it actually is,
my vision and the stars
sit behind a veil of
troubled dreams.

Head on hands
life on a rope
sanity on a ledge
love hiding under a condition

This road just flew up to meet my feet
and suddenly it's like a treadmill
steadily increasing in speed
until I can't run any faster,
my endurance is waining,
my desire to finish is bleeding,
my love hangs on a hello.

All I have to do is pick up the phone.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

Thursday, July 1, 2004

And The Rain Fell...

Looking aside in wonder,
a pause for breath
stolen by her delicacy.

:: whispers in the moonlight ::

Staring, searching,
for her mysterious lover
hidden in the caliginosity of the night.

:: brushes of velvet in secret ::

Soft ringlets trickling
down alabaster cheeks,
finally cascade onto bare shoulders.

:: translucent dreams in half-sleep ::

Her stare could melt glaciers,
for surely you cannot meet
her firery gaze without consequence.

:: thunder hidden in the hush ::

There is a certain innocence,
an alluring calm echos in her eyes
deep with the wisdom of the ancients.

:: guile hidden in feathery folds of a goddess ::

The world is caught in the rhapsody of her passing,
And The Rain falls in the deafening silence.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

I can buy you freedom

The breezes up here are strong and cool
this particular time of the year,
my hair is tossed back
in a fit of glorious
rebellion.

I've never seen a view
like this before,
maybe because it's my
last sight,
maybe because I 
finally see.

The world has been
rented by oppression
and run by thieves,
God knows
they stole my...
innocence.

I'm trying to make
this as easy as possible,
you know recording
myself on the way
d o w n.

You don't believe that,
but I'm saying that
you're hearing me
in complete control
of my actions.

My decision was easy,
just make it look
like an accident,
that's why I took that job
as a crane operator,
hoping one day
the step would be too slick
to keep a foothold.

Please stop crying,
I can feel your sadness
a l r e a d y,
I wasn't the best thing
for you anyway.
Now you won't have to
worry about rent,
or baby food,
or the ten million
other things
our money couldn't
b u y.

You don't have to worry
about who will look over
our daughter,
I'll be on her shoulder.
Do you really want to tell
her what happened to Daddy?
Just say that I'm her fairy
god-father, it's not untrue
not completely anyway.

everything is so small
up here in the clouds,
and it's time to get
reconnected,
I love you.

No goodbye cruel world,
no adios to the angry people,
just I love you,
because you know it's the
t r u t h.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

Sunday, March 28, 2004

Recognition

There is something inside
and it's clawing me
trying to escape,
I can feel the wounds
and they bleed
constantly.

You put this thing
in my mind,
in my heart,
and it kills me
one piece at a time,
each and every day.

I can't believe
when I opened the door
that you would barge
into me,
fill me with so many
foreign
and crazy
feelings.

And now
you're gone,
but those feelings
linger,
lightly at times,
heavily every other day,
and I just wish
I could excise,
erase,
perforate,
burn,
and kill,
everything you
ever were to
Me

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

Monday, March 15, 2004

Sitting Here

I sit here
watching you sleep
the restful slumber
of a lover entangled
in dreams.

Smoothing your hair
away from your face,
Knowing that you will
be there when I wake up
sweating from nightmares

You know that I'll
never let your head
hit the bed
without my hand
behind it.

The touch of you
isn't hard to remember
but I like that touch
I know no other
as we dance around the world together

So as I sit here
watching you dream
I wonder, is what I see
what I get?
Or are you my everything?

This has some John Mayer "Your Body is Wonderland" and something from a Garth Brooks song which I don't know the title.