Everything that I said I�'d do, like make the world brand new and take the time for you, I just got lost and slept right through the dawn, and the world spins madly on.

these are the things my generation is most concerned with:

• love; finding it, keeping it, giving it, losing it, holding it, throwing it away.
• themselves
• each other
• being a part of something
• the music
• the laughter
• the tears
• the wars
• the deaths; the unnecessary, the timely, the sudden, the struggle.
• the words that seem to speak to us in a way can't speak to each other
• the moments
• the stand against or for
• the expression
• the VOICES
• the whispers
• the dreams we kept through childhood and still keep in our minds
• the adventure
• the money; making it, saving it, spending it, gambling it, losing it, wanting it
• the ground beneath our feet
• the sky above our heads
• the unknown
• the known
• the art
• the government; for it, against it, rebellion, speaking out, staying silent, fighting it, taking it over.
• the need for peace and not knowing how
• holding hands
• burning bridges
• burning whole cities
• rebuilding lives
• getting knocked down, kicked around, smacked, punched, broken, and getting up just to have it happen again
• the continuous need to keep getting up
• the fight
• the survival
• the giving up
• the breaking away
• hiding away
• sleeping the days away
• making a dime
• serving the french fries
• healing the sick
• doling out the drugs
• making a friend
• kissing the enemy
• never knowing
• always knowing
• always wishing
• never hoping.

no definitions.

It's always the thought of treasure
that gets me every time --
Rubies for your mouth,
gold coins in your eyes.
Bury me off some
long-forgotten shore.
Leave no "X"
I'm only yours.

I think I saw you in my sleep, darling, I think I saw you in my dreams you were
stitching up the seams on every broken promise that your body couldn't keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
I thought I heard the door open, oh no. I though I heard the door open,
but I only heard it close.
I thought I heard a plane crashing, but now I think it was your passion snapping
I think you saw me confronting my fear,
it went up with the bottle and went down with the beer and
I think you ought to stay away from here. There are ghosts in the walls and they
crawl in your head through your ear.
I think I saw you in my sleep, lover, I think I saw you in my dreams you were
stitching up the seams on every mangled promise that you body couldn't keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
-La Dispute, "Such Small Hands"