Greetings, friends.
There is a saying in the email-slinging industry, “If you lose a subscription in your dreams, then you’ll lose a subscription in real life.”
Or is that Nightmare On Elm Street?
Regardless, at this point I don’t care (much) about dropouts due to inconsistency re content, so you’ll get horror AND poetry, and you’ll like it. Bitch.
This is the first email in a series (maybe one a month) where I’ll share some of my song lyrics as poetry. If you don’t enjoy this series, you can delete the ones titled “Heartbeats” from your inbox. (Open it first so I think people are reading! It makes me feel good!)
And with that, let’s get started.
Limited Possibilities by Sean Thomas McDonnell.
Where has he gone? He was always around
these were his streets.
Now it’s quiet—brutal silence—ghosts in every window
stuck in time and limbo.
Every whisper
filled with warning,
I love these ghosts
but they haunt and destroy me.
Where has he gone?
They brush past me,
I hear them shouting
with such passion—that passion eludes me.
Where has he gone? That boy we knew.
Where has he gone? I’ll go there, too.
Now it’s quiet—brutal silence—there’s no pride
just a noiseless violence.
Ex Lion Tamer was a short lived project featuring
(Orange Dots, Little War, Magic Bullets, Anti-Core, Voided Social Contract, Cliffs & Bridges and label Record Psychic Readings) and (Sheep Squeeze, Lost Ground, Living War Room, Funeral Diner and also known as certone). True DIY electro synth pop.
If you propped a box up on a stick and put this post under it, you would make a very efficient Lizzy Co trap. This rules, more please!
How did I just see this post! Love ya brotha! The lyrics to this track still resonate with me...