~*~ Dementia Praecox ~*~
Grant the world what it wants, but lead me to the lions
Take the clothes off my back and burn them with my heart
Tie me to the tracks and gift me with a last look
Heaven gave me a life, hell showed me how to live it
I smile cuz laughing hurts
I hurt cuz I can
Show me the path less traveled and I'll show you my walking shoes
All I am is a property
All I've been is a padded soul
All I've been is an awakening
for destroying the things that mean the world...... -C. 9/25/99
~*~ Sunset Satellite ~*~
Born from the chill in the air
Came the sunset satellite with stars in his hair
A myth some claim as their own
But he barely ever tells the world what it's like when he's alone...
And you're the best at your cold, dark fire
But you've got your nightshade to protect you
And you're the best at your adolescent smile
And you've got my mirror to reflect you...
Born in the dreams that I've had
Came this sunset satellite with moon dust in his hands
A face that I drew in the clouds
Thunder stormed down on me like ancient Turin Shroud...
And you're the best at your trembling, pale refine
And you've got your city by the sea
And you're the best at your warm & deep divine
And I've got your mirror to reflect me.... –C. 11/1/99
~*~ When I Knew You Now ~*~
The moon changed her faces
While we changed our places
The star’s rocky path through ocean & sky & cyanide…
Look at me- I was your Cleopatra & your Jackie O.
Dance with me- I was Calamity Jane & your Venus DeMilo…
When I knew you now
Over too much wine to be
When I knew you then
You were the other half of me
And you believed your soul was your sight
And when I died you were my only light…. –C. 1/16/00
~*~ The Unperfect ~*~
It's always a cold day in my hell
And the sun rarely finds its reflection in my mirror
Where was I when I hurt you?
I've seen too many clouds that gave only rain
and too many smiles that gave only pain
Where were you when you hurt me?
Friends are few but dear, I thought
and it was ok to be unperfect
I guess I saw everything but what was in front of me...
It's always a warm day in my old soul
And broken hearts hardly leave my empty side
Where was I when I hurt you?
I've read too many books without happy endings
and too many moments that need mending
Where were you when you hurt me?
Rarely do I give a care, and rarely do I cry
I never said I'd give myself away
You never said goodbye...... -C. 10/8/99
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