Lies Rise

Familiar Stranger

Draw a line in the water.
Clearly see, the space between,
you and me.

Put my weight on the scale,
then hit tare.
Not always clear, how to measure what is fair.
A pound of flesh here, a pound of flesh there.

Roll right over me.
Dissipating into the room,
orange peel perfume

When I'm pressed to sense less,
I am consumed, tooth to tooth.

The voice tries to say,
what the body will anyway. 

So what is there now to do
other than, be here with you.

Don't stay too long or leave too soon
Don't stay too long or leave too soon

Draw a line in the water
clearly see, the space between you and me.

Empathy

Feelings change,
morals and desires.
Rainbow silk,
chameleons in a dryer.

Attraction to feed,
the masochist inside me.
Sitting in her clay cold bassinet, smiling.
 
Web of nerves,
caught in the feeling.
Your touch is, 
as deadly as it is healing.

You can't gift
what you don't have
candor, barter, clean.
I won't give up the tight rope
to waltz with your empty critique.



Web of Nerves

Middle of a thought, hush.
You're the paint on the tip
of a worn brush.

Middle of a Thought

What I'd give to
watch the sunset fade
day after day, it goes I stay.

What I'd give to 
wake up here with you.
Skinny dip by the moon
make love, then spoon.

Test to, take what is 
and leave the rest.
I do think it through,
field, bird's eye view. 

Isn't the bee
pollen makes beings bloom.
Didn't know before,
But now I do.  x2

What I'd give to 
watch the sunset fade

Didn't know before
day after day.

Didn't know before
it goes I stay.





It Goes I Stay

Tell me to be true.
Middle of a thought, hush.
You're the paint on the tip of a worn brush,
teasing the brim of the dish

If I let it touch it will bleed,
then there will be nothing left of me.

There was  time I didn't stop,
all the colors from the cup.
Then with time, I learned too much,
touch to the brim blue.

Clear, clear, clear color.
Blue, blue, blue, water.
I am clear and you are blue,
I can't always go there too.

Tell me to be true.
Middle of a thought, hush.
You're the paint on the tip of a worn brush,
teasing the brim of the dish

If time doesn't exist...
How then can it heal all wounds?
I see through now,
softer too.
Was behind the middle line. 

Clear

Grain of salt
rolled between skin when I breathe.
Shivering artery, 
shakes rice paper parts of me.

Time fashioned for me a nettle necklace,
for me to feel the sing.
Oh, what a fragile spring it was.

Home sick reminiscing
on days, when I didn't have to work
to feel safe

Too many choices
Too many walls
Feeling everything, 
fast to feel nothing at all.

Karma bubbles fuzz inside
like fresh hydrogen peroxide. 







Grain of Salt

(Old poem, new song)

I’ve always been
A canary girl
I let you in
You put me up in your charcoal lungs
I gladly swept them up
And drew a nice view
A pretty future with you

I’ve always been
One to feel the blow before the punch
A misplaced sense
Like you’ve lost your keys and your confidence
Like you’ve lost your keys and your confidence
On the front steps
In my stomach

I’ve always been
A canary girl
I warned you then
There are no guarantees when you love from a far
Cause love can’t always keep 
like jam does in mason jars
like jam does in mason jars

I’ve always been
A canary girl
I felt your sin
You filled it up in your charcoal lungs
I gladly swept them up
And drew a nice view
Gave me all the details but no truth
Gave me all the details but no truth

Kotomi Yamamura

Popular tracks