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many came before me now
i’m not that different
and they all keep reading
can’t stop reading
addicted to where
they want to be

i have to laugh
thought i’d given up martyrdom
exchanged my stake
for a bigger pen
and they all will hear
they won’t stop listening
addicted to where
they wish they could be

sit up high in your apartment
on the third floor
stay up there safe
from where you want to be
you don’t have to tell me
cause we’re all listening

escape on a vacation
and live just how you want
do just what you want
where no one can watch you
and no one can judge you

think about me over seafood
pick up the tab so sweetly
drop by a masquerade party
but babe, there aren’t enough crustaceans in the sea
and you’re only one crab away
from being me

“shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you…”

by JTW
©2011 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

[seems like a good day for another one. bernie is such an extraordinary & original lyricist. their collaboration is timeless & legendary. (why settle for less?)]

i knew i had something to say
but the sun hadn’t come out for a long time
until today

and i want to thank you
for parting the clouds
and pointing the way
if it weren’t for this love
well we all must pay
but now i know
there’s more to these questions i pray

so she came back to me
with all her brilliance & light
and we felt something right
besides cold in the night

it resumes
but with less empty rooms
and i cherish the ride
where nothing must hide
from the love inside

“until you’ve seen…i thank the lord…”

by JTW
©2011 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

for g & k. thank you.

“didn’t see that coming.”

i’ve been saying that internally a lot the past week in various scenarios at work and in my personal life and it kind of climaxed rather anticlimactically today.

so i go through the usual motions – the why’s, the when’s, the what changed’s – all the typical questions that will never be answered.

it doesn’t get any easier. not really. not for someone like me.

and i suppose somewhere therein lies the key. because i am the common denominator. and i’m barely real – they’ve said so. sure, i wear an invitation on the front of my t-shirt but that doesn’t seem to matter. most people are afraid of what they don’t understand or are too lazy to put in any effort or even to just simply be entertained awhile. they go for the familiar and clearer path of least resistance. or least distance. especially if they’re not after much.

the part that sucks is that i have to deal with actually caring and the analyzation that follows. oh, don’t get me wrong, i don’t mind that. but i mind that it’s starting to get boring. i’m tired of processing the week after the weekend. i’m tired of writing about it. ya know?

“not gonna look…”

by JTW
©2011 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

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