Wasting Time With Dave

Absence de solitude

osbornedave — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 16:51:31 +0000

I think I understand
how to live a better life
where you can improve
yourself and others

Absence de solitude
the freedom from jealous
thoughts and heartache
the dull and sullen state

A time when you have
no shortfall of love
is when your heart
can ache for better

Share the joy, and pain
that life can be lived again
a model of simplicity
the essence is in abundance

Hold Your Breath

osbornedave — Wed, 07 Nov 2007 01:22:16 +0000

In your darkest hour,
giving up on everything.
Just when you stop caring,
and start falling to pieces.

A burst, a flame, a moment,
drains you of all doubt and pain.
Shines a light of love so strong,
you have to close your eyes.

Everything is not lost,
there is always hope.
Love is a living being,
love is living, being.

Robert Wyatt

osbornedave — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 16:53:35 +0000

“You make your little pond but if your pond isn’t connected to the river, which isn’t connected to an ocean,
it’s just going to dry up. It’s just a little piss pool. I’ve lived too long to be happy in a pond.”

Keep yourself relevant, stay connected to the ocean.

Leck mich im Arsch!

osbornedave — Wed, 12 Sep 2007 20:55:03 +0000

Leck mich im Arsch!
Laßt uns froh sein!
Murren ist vergebens!
Knurren, Brummen ist vergebens,
ist das wahre Kreuz des Lebens,
das Brummen ist vergebens,
Knurren, Brummen ist vergebens, vergebens!
Drum laßt uns froh und fröhlich, froh sein!

Lick me in the ass!
Let us be glad!
Grumbling is in vain!
Growling, droning is in vain,
is the true bane of life,
Droning is in vain,
Growning, droning is in vain, in vain!
Thus let us be cheerful and merry, be glad!

Consequences of life.

osbornedave — Wed, 12 Sep 2007 17:24:51 +0000

Sometimes I think we kill ourselves
when the flame of passion flickers.
Why the desperation when our lives
are too short to enjoy, and too long
to live with that?

Is all happiness a delusion?
Our only recourse is to spread ourselves.
Thin crepes of love, nobody gets enough.
On our dead hearts we heap more promises.

Sometimes I see the spark of joy in your eyes,
and I’m sure it’s true. But your dreams
bring you all that I can’t make real.
And so another piece of me melts away.

Will there be anything left of me?
When the time comes for us to see,
face-to-face what we’ve done.
Will I cry, will I have hope anymore?
Or will it be a great life lived?

The burnt and wilted ache of my heart,
hard to feel anything at all.
Don’t want to, even if I could.

Hallelujah

osbornedave — Thu, 23 Aug 2007 17:11:04 +0000

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composes Hallelujah

Well your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah

Well baby I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor, you know
I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Well there was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the Holy Dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I have ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Moving Forward

osbornedave — Mon, 13 Aug 2007 17:56:20 +0000

So happy to be one again,
I forget what I was doing.
Such visceral joy in love,
I forget what I’m holding.

My motives broken,
my heart renewed.
I need to shift myself
towards you.

We’ll clear some land,
and start something new.
Our hearts are one,
let our path be true.

Lollipop Lane

osbornedave — Mon, 13 Aug 2007 17:55:38 +0000

Welcome friends to Lollipop Lane.
Where candy flowers ripen and gum drops reign.
have your fill, friends, for it won’t be free long,
for soon this bounty will fetch quite a song.

You see, there’s more people coming, and eating it up,
without a care for people who live on this supp.
The wealthy have hired and are clearing all out,
and the flowers turned oily and black from gout.

In Lollipop Lane, we had all that we’d need,
but lost our birthright to people and greed.
Now we have naught but the strength of our back,
to fight off hunger, nature’s slowest attack.

So heed my fair warning, it’ll soon be all gone,
everything you see that’s done right and done wrong.
In the long dark night when nobody cares,
A flash of cold eyes betray their hungry stares.

Beautiful Moments

osbornedave — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 07:02:06 +0000

The beautiful moments in life
float in a sea of sound, wrapped
like riddles in the music, only for you
it is your lasting fingerprint.

The rhythm of a heartbeat,
pulsing, the look in her eyes
the soaring lyric of bated breath.
The softness in a lover’s touch.

The waves of feeling sweep over
us and we melt into life’s
essence. The depth of love, only
bound by time and space.

On Affectation and Affection

osbornedave — Mon, 28 May 2007 08:04:31 +0000

One is the heart speaking, the other is the mouth.
A warm, sunny feeling, when it’s raining out.

The comfort of silence is pallid and greyed.
Forever to keep and feel what you can’t give away.

Am I so broken as to never say it plain?
When my heart is aching and wants to live again.

My mind is playing tricks on my heart’s foolish whims.
I would give everything to feel again before life dims.

Today I am lonely.