Introspection Seething:
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"The Devil May Care"
05/15/08 * 7:30 a.m.
the mind is a dirty place to be
swimming in secrets and suppositions
if the full knowledge of all that we pondered
was exposed for all to see
it would level our relations
in the blink of an eye

the devil may care
and prepare to be there
the next time you dare to attend

the mind is a terrible thing to face
when it beckons you from friendly furloughs
of strolls through the fields and dips in the water
to the heavy demands of ethical woes

the devil may care
and reap benefit there
when despair exceeds the mend

"One Too Many"
03/31/06 * 11:05 p.m.
one too many empty bottles
can console me any- this open throttle
driving me farther away
but in the distance i see your face

the miles i drive; they serve me well
for smiles i thrive; this southern trail

one too many broken bottles
on the floor this evening, yet all i've offered
drives you farther and farther away
but in the distance, i know there's a place

the miles i drive; the tales they tell
for peace inside; this southern trail

24 months of golden splendor
we walk away and dare not enter
try the sights that are set for tomorrow
shield your eyes and brave the sorrow

the miles i drive; the waves i sail
my path in life; this southern trail

"Waste With Dreams"
05/19/05 * 4:10 p.m.
the soft laughable agony
of proximity and designation
spring breeds the suspected hints
and raises the unquestioned attention
bargain for years once they are gone
only then alone to sanctify the home
close the case as done before
to never forget, to never move forth
into paths of unknown consequence
a scene laid waste with dreams
what's in the hand and in the heart
the mind sorts out from the very start

"It Hits"
05/17/05 * 7:50 p.m.
to bare you, despaired
the air of you, compared
longing lifts of losing time again
loving less of this incorrigible inner man
to see through, and stare
the bleeding blue, unfair
wanton wish of conquered years ago
just like this it hits as chill to bone

"Drainage"
02/13/04 * 5:40 p.m.
stateside running and dreaming
emergency world
stacked like logs for market
livestock for slaughter
like bright yellow and sour lemon
beauty accompanies pain
equalities of loss and gain
the mixture melds, the drainage compels
gather the chaff and wheat
in the surprise reckoning
consider the outcome
for those still running and dreaming
miles are but an opportunity cost

"Scapegoat of Irony"
02/01/04 * 2:26 a.m.
the scapegoat of irony
in this shitstorm of circumstance
trouble laced with interest
compounded, effectual
embittering, plagued
unavoided intruder
secret in stealth
humbling blows in repitition
favored low for recognition
questions planted like seeds
in this fertile ground
confusion growing like weeds
and tearing the garden down

"Twisted in Fusion"
01/25/04 * 2:01 a.m.
rain falls tonight, sure to lower temperatures
music immortalizes images, memories deep inside
humility and pride, people and places
events, familiar faces, some faces no matter
how familiar, are certain to become no clearer
never to be any nearer, never as close as once
disagreements, doubts, death
celebrations, causes, effects
twisted in fusion of birth

"This Shell"
05/25/03 * 2:36 a.m.
identity floods into this shell of consciousness
empowered through reckoning to decide
wait, the weight contained is breathtaking
canopied and overviewed, connected and underused
cumulous dimensions of culminating definition
it's me- the same boy who once sat in this rocking chair
the same child who slept in this bunk bed
the same family- refined by age
marked by experience, altered by years
is it noble or feeble to confess certain fears- resting in the shadows
of people we've loved who said goodbye
of times instead of truth, choosing the lies
of those hidden deeds never proclaimed
of the waking of self sometimes to hear my name
one score and four, twenty-three plus one more
look at this path, there's no going back
look at this love, i am unworthy of
strength don't be a stranger to this living breathing man
fill this shell of consciousness, touch this reaching hand
in the sphere of suture, the sum of solace
the sting of suppression, the song of saturation
running over my cup, how much higher is up
the ceiling is the sky is the ceiling
granting hope and answers while concealing
it's in this shell of a book tossed aside
it's in this shell of someone who died
it's in this shell of minds confused
it's in this shell of the past and present you
it's love personified, it's eyes open wide
at a moment of realization- this shell
weathered, restored, emptied, given more
the simple things blindly regarded are sterling skyscrapers
protected and held- in a place where the heart starts
to come to terms with this shell
in a time when heaven disembowels hell

"Made Red"
04/23/03 * 7:45 a.m.
the rooster crows, thrice denial
saint peter left staggering in the wake of his choices
some would have called his sainthood a mask
after all, he did the deed- but love shook its fists at greed
guilty by association, death by crucifixion
saint peter hung upside down... the soldiers stood around
while his veins made red the ground

"Call Me Out"
04/22/03 * 7:05 p.m.
crawl into this shell, depressed with impressions
these covers shield the stress
don't reckon me to the after-effects- no, don't call me out
don't beckon me to inspect- no, don't call me out
walk away right now- leave me with the manufacturing
of my design, the maker's ensign
label the hurt and degradation, the questions and deprication
label with tongues, the character young
i'm spun scarlet, northwest, draw me like sketches
pump the blood into the engine of everything ever imagined,
hoped for, obtained- identity blooms full
i kiss the sky, stitch the eyes, ten-fold temple
called love, called trust, called by some
call it mistakes, call it doubt, call it the break
but don't call me out...

"Oversleeping"
04/22/03 * 3:25 p.m.
oversleeping,
as beautiful as bare feet on pine cones
in the forest of camp blood
the lake no longer crystal, pristine, or pure
just like our women, and all that's left to endure
shadow sends the shade, in this war for all we know
burned to the quick for days, tied into holding on
cradled controversy, darts in the darkness
haven't we been taught to live without?
don't we know it's smart to do without?
scream beneath the blanket of transfixed reality
this dark world sucking me down
contemplation worth the weight of gold
melted down, tried in fire, spread around, funeral pire
can't stop this oversleeping
overstepping my bounds into resonant aggravation
the unknown depths of detachment
more than i would have thought
anticipation for this isolation met with principal and interest
locked in for the ride, and in thinking back...
look how much of me died

"Excess Abandon"
02/20/03 * 6:08 p.m.
a simple draft... for choice, for love, for abandonment in excess
early mud is brewing... preventing entrance into the calm
blockade, boycott, petition
admitting the needs, recognizing the disease- your power
lust loses its luster in the lap of losers
benefit belongs to the brave in the better judgement of business
you speak highly of yourself- watch your mouth

"DESPAIR IS DEBONAIR"
01/27/03 * 8:47 p.m.
despair can be debonair,
when it paints the purest purple
into the canopy of sleep
walking in the subconscious so to speak
waking in the nuances of dreams
arrayed from top to bottom in expression
art welding its way into view
the currents of listless youth
beauty drenched portals like sun through blinds
there is more of day to get
night won't have its way yet
open and seeking
mistakes aren't what they seem

"Degrees Of Importance"
01/09/03 * 6:58 a.m.
beautiful friend... look at our road
degress of importance always seem to come and go
but i won't abandon hopes, and i won't dismiss dreams
i've set out to claim that which belongs to me
at home and abroad...
though the idea of home can't help but stand alone
and may leave me alone- in the long run
chasing the fire from within
cities and states i would gladly cross to find it appeased
oceans and mountains can't match the degrees...
degrees of importance
beautiful friend of remiss, you are more than one
the truth may be beyond you, but memories surface in the stars
touching our hearts- with comfort or pain
but you'll find no regrets here, i've befriended the years
and come to understand better this lack of understanding
that some are too afraid to admit
your pieces in my puzzle are full of color and the perfect fit
your presence utters profound and considering all,
i am content

"Exposure"
11/11/02 * 8:44 a.m.
truthful distinctions of instinct, second-guessing me
my own personal collaboration, intellect and inability
dot the i's and cross the t's, claim a piece of all you can find in me
this lack of sleep is an anti-dream... pulling me down into exposure
preparation levels soaring at all-time lows
my offenses are at the forefront
before my eyes... as bright as lights
shining to signal the guilty
i've no innocence to speak of

"Expected"
11/11/02 * 1:45 a.m.
there's the thunder, expected as forecasted
there's the wonder, filling the inner cavity
breathing heavily the fumes of this concoction
the connections are startling
taking ground from where we stand
teasingly control removed from our hands
little better than honesty in a wealth of thought
ebb and flow of pretense, intentions, and recompense
not much to take down in this dictation
the offering is small in light of it all
and where to run with the information
is the most confusing thing of all
there's the thunder and the sky's darkest light
holding hands with wonder in the flashing of tonight
expected as forecasted

"Breathing In"
11/06/02 * 9:30 a.m.
running rampant behind my eyes, anchored in my mind
fixated... the soft and slow moments of the night
a glance in the dark reminds it's alright, and there are
a few more hours to be close... to know... to let go
of the fears and pressures by day
breathing in the symphonic solace of twilight
a story so sweet... a favorite movie scene...
from an author exquisite, the taste will never leave
leading my heart with the touch of your hand
the point where it starts and we strive to understand
swimming through it all to discover the plan
don't fade, or go away...
as it all evolves, remain involved...
the mystery will be solved
stay close... in time
we will know

"Toss The Weight"
11/04/02 * 7:14 p.m.
toss the weight onto the scales, the pivot between peace and hell
passengers sit in darkness, riding the tide of fluid futility
the armless heart strains to reach
no regard, sinking hard- into age old sanctions
trite and blasphemous; mocking the purity of truth
the driver regrets the progression of steps
remembering too well what always comes next
and words aren't medicine... no miracles involved
presence isn't wisdom... and sometimes brings the fall
nothing truly removes the severity
of blatant actions, specific and purposed
how can it be real... seems impossible to feel

"Entrails To Sky"
11/04/02 * 6:49 a.m.
made by God in the substance of stars, far beyond flesh and blood we are
flowing electricity and current of blood, capable of more than we ever would
understand or comprehend, carressed and held- taken by the hand
the tide is high in the belly of the sea, entrails to sky- vivid mystery
addicted to the lack of commitment, encompassed in the absence of definition
relating to impulses, moved by the movements
the reminder of life, utterly complete in hindsight alone
existence of the senses, send the signs and signals
knowing our names, familiar with the games
we play them well these days

"Miss Perceptive"
11/03/02 * 3 p.m.
miss perceptive, you are beautiful
you are deep and true
it amazes me to think of what i've shared with you
rising to leave is a saddening thing
your arms are warm and hold me firm
touching you touches the inside of me
with everything we feel, everything we see
hold onto this- in its perimeter of perfection...
never forget this- object of affection
i will take it in, holding tight
to the light in you- so very bright
no match is the night... not for you; not to me
miss perceptive, you are beautiful
you are deep and true
it amazes me to think of what i've shared with you

"Possible After All"
11/03/02 * 3:35 a.m.
your eyes, maddeningly alive with intensity- yet carefree grace
subdued- i'll never hear these songs the same way again
not with the images attached
everything we said, the things that we did- already captured
manufactured- in the limelight of goodness
distant thoughts that connect, and offer more than we expect
the reachable all- possible after all
backing away from the beautiful taste and sweetest of shapes
uneasy feelings about the uneasy task
i'm holding it all... the treasure will last...
the gifts of initiation, exploration, adoration
leave me with warming smiles and solemn gratification
worth the time and all to sustain the fall...

"Lock Me In"
10/31/02 * 7:58 a.m.
"to kurt, music was shelter"
well, lock me in... that's where i am my friend
that's where i've always been
marshall offers his own breed of suggestions
to "lose yourself in the music-
the moment you own it, you better never let it go"
i'm down with that- i've been down like this before
comtemplating even more
and gavin's right... this is all
"wilder than your wildest dreams, and we're going to extremes"
splitting the delicate seams of everything we are
wishing upon that same star that blazes the very heart
sparking images of lover's gazes, departed quarrels
timeless tests on the path of learning
i stand in a tide of beautiful confusion, immaculate apathy, gorgeous frustration
analyzing the precepts for my synopsis of good faith
it's there... i do care... introspective crown i inherently wear
you know you're right... music is shelter
lock me in my friend... that's where i've always been

"Perfect Remiss"
10/29/02 * 2:21 p.m.
i see where you're coming from,
and find myself questioning all i've ever known
about love and life- a life of love
lovelife- all the good and bad...
and i won't dismiss such perfect remiss
thoughts of a darkened room, and the peace felt with you
words above the pillows... beautiful and new
emanating from depths of unknown warmth
shadows ...spoken thoughts ...smiles in the dark
awaking beside a miracle... a blessing and a friend
endearing and blissful, a dream that pierced its way into reality
strangers travel only so far,
before decisions are made regarding the heart
i see where you're coming from,
and find myself questioning all i've ever known

"Intending To Heal"
10/22/02 * 8:58 a.m.
trust... evermore bleeds in infamous circles
temerity... cascading abundantly with strength through toil
inquiry... leave your questions at the door
finality... regarding nothing more
seep into position
step out for recognition
stains the new condition
flawed... scourged... somewhere along the trip
pieces faded, left jaded
seeking the real... not needing to feel...
intending to heal...

"The Elegant Stranger"
10/21/02 * 8:45 a.m.
discussing the dreams while everything seems, to be redefining- undermining
these things i'd come to know, a heart i might let go
why doesn't love just grow in the place it seems it should?
and choose not to lead us into the paths of temptation, into the valley of want
wish i could know what that is...
close to tears in this moment of graceful display
you play it so much better than i could ever learn to play
i'll pass it on to the captivator of my vision
not forgetting that words will fail... and time always tells...
twisting me around to be the same little boy
enough... i need to speak... then hope to see...
some sort of reciprocation... effort or initiation
something's there, with poise and flare
disillusionment maybe, but no less care
i will visit the elegant stranger, a stranger sweetly no more
the smile of life begins with an open door

"She'll Only Break Your Heart"
10/16/02
there's a story here... here in the darkness
rain and cold against the window
hearts breaking on the screen, ending like a dream
sometimes life seems nothing more
and you're winding... and finding your way into mine
surfacing in my mind
words, glances, curviture, understanding
hints of longing, a touch of thought...

"Wander Into Wandering"
09/21/02 * 8:40 p.m.
take the time to analyze, the bubbling questions that are mine
wander into wondering
the residue of circumstances melding... we've watched them dance
parade into this american romance
isn't that what we're seeing, believing- what we have been taught
bring your pillows and blankets to the picnic
your soft candles to the darkened room
something about atmosphere, sounds and the inspiration born from perception
it's there at every corner- on the screen, in the novels, the daily tabloids
exploitations of this dream turned real
find your place... sit or stand; there's nothing certain in this land
wander into wondering
even within

"Connected"
09/15/02 * 10:50 a.m.
resourceful, truths and memories
this rain's a soft blanket, these sounds are golden
in line with who i want to be, that which i long to do
the taste of pressures and pleasures is strong in this territory
this vast land...
my place burns for me- connected
welcomed through the factors, emergant
my eyes are open, glancing for the friend
to step into beginning, to journey through the end
everything is relative, it's all connected...

"Months Of One"
09/11/02 * 9:00 a.m.
grin benign, you're not a friend of mine
in my mind, wasting my time
talk about all that's taken, years to overcome
months to be the one
it's baffling...
sitting here, feeling each of my years
taking turns down roads colder and bolder
i'm older and smoldering, shoulders against the dreams
testing the fabric's seams, downing the inner screams
turning into whispers of my soul...
whole

"Like Folklore"
09/06/02 * 10:15 p.m.
i won't take this for granted
that you've solved all your problems, and discarded the right answers
questions like wildfires, burning through your skin
mind the countless mires to disappear again
your view has slanted and moved me from the core
all you once demanded fades away forevermore...
like folklore

"Erupting"
08/24/02 * 12:15 a.m.
these praises aren't free, bestowed unto me
erupting from somewhere that i can't see
connected to everything i used to long to be
lullabies of renown... raining down, sweet offerings of reassurance
am i still the same little boy?
the needs must be close-by... behind interpretation's eyes
wall me in, the stronghold of friends
the love that begins when all else ends
cradle me there to endure the cares, making sure to smile at the sun
whether in the light or in georgia's night
find and cling to all that is right
express the request to progress... confess the duress in regress
nothing less; not yet
the heart has spoken and brought forth tokens
distinctions are more than epic...

"Light Of The Night"
brutal is the revelation, which diminishes motivation
advice and adversaries, advocates and addicts of the information age
knowledge abounds, yet questions astound
time frame loses consequence... payment for service, rendered expectance
allocate the acetone; leave the fool there on his own
to pick oneself up in the dark, to find what matters in the heart
only a spark
invisible bounty, the horn of stingy... vague and dingy
worthwhile nonetheless...
aching voyages- confess, duress
your accomplice has been discovered, uncovered, none other
none other than...
none other than all this war is against
claiming... waving... paying... waning... passing... outlasting...
the shadow is big and encompassing, crowding, brooding
seek to bleed; the infection seeps
into the cracks and out of sight
resurrecting again come light of the night

"Beyond That Which Is Heard"
08/19/02 * 10:45 p.m.
the emphatic empathy of the passion of music
devout enough to reckon the religion of the monks
taste the texture, intricately woven in ornate fashion
touching you without the slightest hint of invitation
unimpressed by your shallow evaluations...
music is love on the brink, free and raging

"Amber Glaze"
08/18/02 * 7:58 p.m.
the ride personified itself, like seasons and stages, phases and sages
the glowing of sun, for the introspective one
and inclement bursts, incrementally undone
these tones are a trip for the heart to break
these sounds recollect all that i once gave
ancient days...
precious waves of amber glaze

"Measure For Measure"
08/11/02 * 1:57 p.m.
measure for measure
the tears of this fool
this fool's heart, this fool's eyes
all that it means to realize
behind the bus, through the scattered leaves, taking the exit
two meals passed on, breach of the agreed
how are the rights wronged... where do they belong...
measure for measure, for it all comes back around
to take us much farther, to make us back down, to break our backs now
reaching... seething... bleeding...

"Fluid Maiden"
08/11/02 * 12:58 a.m.
the thoughts are fluid...
liquid contents, volatile, engaging
mind seeking source, source leaping into the concepts
closure of consequence, coercion of coincidence
coming in closer, closer...
lift me... it's in me... beneath me... i can't see...
deliver the answers, repetitive results of truthful efforts
truthless motives appear inviting, enticing
response to the apprehension of responsibility
cowering down in there, waiting in the weight of care
come on down... meet me there...
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All Words Written By: Scott Turner