Erin Prendergast is Awesome

When all the lovers become old,
Those hands you held turn so cold,
What was it you really needed?
What is it you want tonight?

When all the beats your heart beat slow,
When sunshine blinds your eyes with snow,
What was it we really wanted?
What is it I want tonight?

I think I know, I think you know,
I think deep down inside,
I know you feel the way I feel,
I know you feel tonight.

We're sinking...
I'm thinking it's too late
To return to innocence,
To undo what living did.

When all your dreams become a lie,
Those hopes you held tight fade and die,
What was it you really needed?
What is it you want tonight?

When all I have to give is me:
Faithless, broken, incomplete,
Was this what we really wanted?
What is it you need tonight?

I think I know, I think you know,
I think deep down inside,
I know you feel the way I feel,
I know you feel tonight.

We're sinking...
I'm thinking it's too late
To return to innocence,
To undo what living did.

When all I have to give is me...
Can what I am be what you need?

Bottling

"Of course I can keep a secret" Anna raised her eyebrows at Emily across the table.
"You too?" Everet asked her. Anna nodded, suspiciously.
"I think I'm in love with Elisia." The silence, for a moment, hung like a nuclear shock wave.
"You're kidding!" Anna sat there silent, frozen as Emily began her prattle. "You don't, like, know her. And she was drunk. Does that really... "
Anna's head began to fill. Her eyes watered and her breath was short. Her face became red and to visibly swell. So this was the sum of her patience... for him to find someone else. She wanted to scream, to cry, but she couldn't, her eyelids and throat were too swollen. Finally, Anna popped. The fleshy debreis flew across the table. Emily stopped talking. Anna's lips fell with a splat in Everet's plate. "But you said I had such pretty skin!"

I want to plant your soul in a small mound of dirt in the palm of my hand . I would hold it in the light of my window and water it with the sweat of my palm and just watch - just love how it grows. Then sunlight and your soul would warm my body as your roots entangle my fingers, grow up my arm and wrap around my own soul.
Hold my soul, warm it again in the sun.

Freedom by Dickenson

Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the Meadow Bee
And visit only where I liked
And no one visit me

And flirt all day with buttercups
And marry whom I may
And dwell a little everywhere
Or better, run away

With no Police to follow
Or chase Him if He do
Till he should jump Peninsulas
To get away from me-

I said "But just to be a Bee"
Upon a Raft of Air
And row in Nowhere all Day long
And anchor "off the Bar"

What Liberty! So Captives deem
Who tight in Dungeons are.

On Bloody Hands

I have a friend who is more dear to me then he may ever want to comprehend. He's been a savior figure to me many times when I've been in the midst of struggles and dark situations. If he were not so bitter and disillusioned and sad I could claim him to be one of the most Christ-like men I know. Though, the Christ I know, the man I read of, was bitter, and angry, and sad at times too. I wonder how different my dear Christlike man is.

Jesus came to Judas with bleeding hands and a wounded side. Judas looked away as Jesus said; "look, look what you've done to me? You have wasted my time on earth as you sought your own pleasure, You claimed you desired saving when all you wanted was to feel safe. How could you let your greed ruin such beauty?"
"But Jesus," said Judas, "How could I have known that you would be crucified? I wanted you to work more miracles, I wanted to see you stand and conquer the world. I had faith that God would use you, but you, you seem content to pick at your scabbed hands and not a day goes by when you don't let your side drip blood. You, you have failed God, not I, I did what needed to be done to witness for the kingdom."
"Such a bitter cup you gave me to drink, How much pain you put me through. There has not been a day gone by when I do not open my wounds over and show them to all I can find. I stagger under the pain as I search out my lost sheep."
"You fool," Judas exclaimed, " you know you could have gathered them all in one place and simply stated you would save them. They would have listened, they would have come and rejoiced."
"Yes," said Jesus "but they would turn away soon to the next proclaimed savior because they could not see any witness of my love. When I go to them, laboring and broken, just to find them, they know I care. It is only then that they truly listen and desire to be saved."
"Then, Jesus, rejoice in me and my folly. Without my greed and the pain I caused, you could not do as God planned."
Jesus gazed at Judas with tears in his eyes and a slight smile on his lips. Then he turned to crawl on his blood drenched hands over hill and stream towards the bleat of his next wounded lamb.

Before the Rise

After three days he's finally letting me go, and now - now I feel bad. It is now that I have to be wary of going back to him. We could be great friends. We would just be miserable husband and wife. His neediness and distance, my independence and longing. We torture each other. Let him find a girl more to his taste I say, let me go, find my own way, I'm not your child.

So, he is.

After an arduous weekend I can finally cry. There will be many tears before I'm done. Three years can seem a forever. Perhaps through my tears I'll see the sun rise.

a brand new day

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play

Dear Prudence open up your eyes
Dear Prudence see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence won't you open up your eyes?

Look around round round
Look around round round
Look around round round

Dear Prudence let me see you smile
Dear Prudence like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile?

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play