Swoop's blog: "Newer Junk"

Just A Moment of Romance did my soul get caught in the dreamcatcher's web when i decided to become a murderer because love was too hard is this the end of broken dreams and a trail of mistakes we were nothing just a moment that caught a dreamers heart in the snare of hope but too little too late to save you from your demons is this the moment that changes down to the fiber of nature to end the days of freedom and fearlessness that fell on the tracks is this the end of the nemesis called hope?

Illusion broken those moments that feel between you and me standing in the twilight of hope laced with new love and bitter fear ate a piece of the soul feeling a hundred years more the fool and older than reason allows with one night time lover left just the truth that the dream of love was always in my head just always in my head j.t.c.

Still Alive your cutting moments put fear in the heart that the cold had come to stay that love was pain and trust was false it would always be that way when anger poisoned your sweetest touch it felt like murder to new hope but time has brought me back to me and taught the foolish how to cope standing again alone but alive i'll walk from this regret something whole left in burning soft eyes ready to pay love's debt Lonely Songs no hole where the heart is still beating, still alive still the girl with love to spare forever feels so alone and mistake upon mistake haven't taught the slow to learn with time to pass and freedom to waste sit in the window stare at the rain will it to wash away the sins hide the tears that burn with frustration and i'll sing alone

Directions don't touch it burns don't love you'll leave don't worry i'll live don't look i'll hide don't say it you lie don't try i won't believe don't fake just be and if you can't do real just leave broken enough already don't try to fix i'm fine just sit with me and enjoy the moment that's all i really want

Back to Freedom of Pain back to tears and blood when everyone leaves because this is where truth is and that one moment of drunk or the release of pain isn't immature it's freedom vacation from the tourment of a mind that won't shut down and a heart that won't stop Side Show Valentine side show valentine well beyond broken spent her love so quiet, unspoken gave it with hope and prayers unanswered for a moment of dreams that would be uncaptured

Hopeless took it almost all the way and took it far too hard too fast to believe fall easy in your mistake hero of an again broken heart lost in your troubles and addicted to anger chasing an impossible answer i'll be here just waiting without hope just a fool too late to untouch

Hated Hope lost because not fit to be anything back to that beautiful familiar of being cold and weary lost this isn't heartbreak it's reality use me for your needs the only role that fits hit me, fuck me, hate me, love me it's better than alone with a treacherous mind alone with the pills and the endings the heart bleeds and pounds but death won't fucking come how much is there of this? wrote about love again in such a foolish dream where possibilty was born and hope came back the most evil hurt in the world is hope

Sidewalk Love do you think together we can go just be gone flying away from here stare at a million city lights wind of freedom chilling us to the bone and warm with love of the lost side by side on that sidewalk where moment to moment was so simple flying away from this trouble we made that burns the heart in secret moments can we just go somewhere and be cold again away from here? Wreckless and Bound can't get you out or keep you in where did independent woman go made of steel and humor made for these trying moments how did you get in broken on a mid morning kiss and sealed in the irony when you pushed away angry words stubborn will against pushing can't get you out or keep you in on these nights when life separates so come home come home and let me hold on again

Wake Up the Pitiful i never knew something like you could grow in a bitter heart that the angry lost would touch the fallen that love could be found in a dark corner cracked my head against your stubborn everything shook me from the passive circle of self neglect and pity shook me from myself You Knew My Heart child of a broken heart you knew me at first touch and love has grown between the lost to turn into so much faith was gone and fallen through a credit to mistake two hearts gone cold but for the pain that constant reminding ache acceptance still, in nature's curse that pulses through dark eyes and took in stride the horrors past was there inside the cries pretend that you ask for nothing in the moments between here and there when the truth is that love burned because i listen and i care

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain and unalienable rights, among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." The Declaration of Independence July 4, 1776 The pursuit of happiness. What is happiness exactly for the everyday American? Is that driving an oversized, environmentally damaging SUV to Starbucks in the morning to enjoy your latte before work, or is it the moment when you put the 2 karat solitaire on your girl's finger and she says yes? Is it going on a vacation to Disney, buying your child his first football jersey, or later in life sending him/her to a college. Is it buying a four bedroom house for wife, kid and 2.5 children with the intentions of turning that extra room into an exercise room so you can stop paying gym fees? All right...so if it isn't any of those subtly snide suggestions, what is stress then? Is it taking job or a second job in retail or food service to pay your bills? Is it moving to a different state or different part of the country to pursue cheaper cost of living or higher wages? Is it balancing your checkbook to make sure the bank isn't cheating you out of three dollars, or putting up a firewall to make sure your children can't get too far out of the parent approved zone or hackers can't get in? Or is it possibly picking up a newspaper and finding a tiny back page article about another oil spill in the north atlantic that has killed thousands of animals. Maybe it's an article about where that diamond on your hand or in your wife's ring came from and the fact that America imports 2/3ds of the world's diamond purchases. So while you're enjoying your next latte bitching about the guy who cut you off in his imported sports car or the raise you didn't get from your insane boss maybe it'll run across your mind that while all men might have been created equally they hardly live equally or get treated as such. It's hard to imagine that in my lifetime the Berlin wall fell, and the last of the apartheid laws were abolished. It's hard to imagine how many men and women haven't come home from wars and war zones abroad because they died protecting life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Hardly shameless myself of the crime of indifference and ignorance this is not a judgment. It's a suggestion or a wakeup call. It's easy to believe that one person can't make a difference, but everyone who has in the course of human history was just one person at one time. It might not be your call to change the world, but how do you know it's not worth it if you don't try?