As the cold riddled cheer of an end of a year, filled with worry and fear, finds itself far too near....

Love and cigarettes, dispondency, regrets
it's the reality that begets
something other than our blue blue sky

I've lived, loved and lost, and had emotional open heart surgery
and i'd do it all over again to prove that scars don't weigh me down

I've made connections with powers that are greater than my hand
conquered them, drank their blood, and wiped away the tears

incarnate goddess of the contemporary anachronistical philosophy
ambiguously leaving words in your front pants pocket and your ear

the city grows cold like my soul
warm hands, the scent of smoke, a sip of logic

and i simply don't care about yesterday

you need a peice of me in your painful wounds, like the iodine in your salt
grains of my widsom, peircing into your reality

give me that much of your attention

give me that much of your life

the war of ages, rages, bitter cages, rusty, to break, to fall, to be immortalized for a little while, only to die in the ashes of something new and worse

knights on white horses don't interest, this warrior, this spirit, this messiah

Let's be true, in this review, to owe thanks as big as tanks, desert sands burning my skin and making me wonder why the sun hates us all.

It was a hard year, and the lessons learned in their alliterations, their rhetoric, their redundancy... leaving me with books on the brain, and a new wine stain. the half sanded table with the wilted orchids, and an empty pack of death, another 20 memories like a swallow or a breath

i was supposed to go somewhere, but the denial was the truth and the truth was my pariah

i was let go, some time before, and i've picked up the remants off the floor, and woven them into a blanket, because the winter is cold and I am on this journey alone

the ins and outs of my days are like the reflection of the sun's rays, ripping into my cellular beginnings and grafting their consistency into the very being of my nature

the acceptance of all that is around me and the unwillingness to step into the raging waters of things i cannot change, for that is a suicide above all other tiny secret deaths that plague the world around me.

may this new year be something new and fresh, like a cool crisp breeze after the earth has cleansed herself of the toxins that be.

thank you to everyone. the friends, the enemies, the lost and the found. it's the strings that tie our hearts together, across any distance or dischord, it's those strings that make me hold on to the sails that will bring us all into eternity.

and a spoonful of sugar to made the medicine go down.

happy new year.

good night, 2006, sleep well, my dear, sleep well