Tool


Schism


I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers
souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a
hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our
communication.


I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble
down No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I
don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the
temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover
communication


The poetry that comes from the squaring off
between, And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.


There was a time that the pieces fit, but I
watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of
our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen
our communication.


Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers/brothers


Lateralus


Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.


Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body
from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and
I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside
the lines.


Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite
possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.


Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body
from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these
opportunities behind.


Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to
cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.


I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.


With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will
bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go
where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go
where no one's been.


Spiral out. Keep going, going...


Sober


There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every breath I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path called "must we"
just before the son has come.
Jesus, won't you fucking whistle
something but the past and done?


Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever.
I just want to start things over.


I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.


Trust me.


Mother Mary won't you whisper
something but what's past and done.


Trust me.


I want what I want.

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