the 13th Doctor

I keep having these dreams in which love comes back to me at a fixed point in time

Women I've forgotten are now stars on a cloudy night

I can only see them when it's dark enough for them to shine

Don't even care about skin touching skin, these things can come at their own time

The only thing that keeps me sane is just what drives them back away

My love is a TARDIS that's too stubborn to be driven, it just takes us where it inclines

I'm the last of the time lords counting down to my thirteenth life

Pushing companions away to save them from a life of constant strife

Forever stranded and lost in all space and time

All those times I can' let go of in my mind

I keep awakening in deep space not knowing when or where I am

The calender has given up the ghost, time stands still here

The man I am should not exist, his existence puts all at risk

My actions always bring us here, my cowardliness to incline

We could have been something, she said, could have been a contender

The only honorable way out now is to travel back and make her not remember

I'm the last of the time lords counting down to my thirteenth life

Pushing companions away to save them from a life of constant strife

Forever stranded and lost in all space and time

All those times I can' let go of in my mind

I keep forgetting to set my stop watch, consistently late at record time

The adventure no longer holds me, never excited for what I'll find

If the attraction is the action, I could go on living blind

 Remove all lust from the retina, no way into the minds eye

Not to say I'd go for saint hood, it's far too fun to sin

I'm just sick of being crushed by this big blue heart, that holds far too much within

I'm the last of the time lords counting down to my thirteenth life

Pushing companions away to save them from a life of constant strife

Forever stranded and lost in all space and time

All those times I can' let go of in my mind

the whoracles abstinence

It scares me how easy it is to say a word like whore

As easy as it is to be, as easy as it is not to see

Confuse lust for love, charity for company

To be invited for the night and stay for eternity 

We give up a piece of ourselves every time we lay

Is this next one really worth giving up what we have so little left of to give

I'm no different, this is no childish finger pointing, it's a gentlemanly handshake

Something to bind us like a pact to not keep making the same mistakes

Like all these loneliness based decisions that bring us here time and time again

Like falling backwards into the arms of friends for who're not truly your friends

But I understand it's hard to see clearly when their song sounds so comforting from above

Bellowing from clouds seated for gods you long so much to sit among

But those welcome and open arms can't always be trusted

As some just tempt those lost from the path with inebriated hugs

A warm bed to rest their tired and lonely head

Watch a three headed beast make love like that of two

And spit out that extra wheel as soon as the fog has lifted through

Leaving the one even more alone, with even less to give

No thoughts do they give for the one, just feeding a habit with a living drug

But me, I'm not better, I strive on what I can't have

Only to obtain and lose interest

Like a child scared to grow into a man

But yet the wisdom teeth still grow

These hairs they fall and what stays shall grey

As I still pretend time has no hold on me

And lie to myself that it's not too late to change

But it becomes harder to ignore with every rising sun

These eyes may be tired but gain more clarity with every passing day I run from

This is where the obsessions come in

 Bury myself inside a living tomb surrounded by my possessions

Things only obsessed over in an endless effort to rid myself

Of the feelings I can't seem to keep housed or at bay

And on the days when my eyes can't close tight enough to block out that sun

On the days when the smell of female skin is enough to make me come undone

Those are the days I fall apart

My strength abandons me and I'm left to fight for my own meal

In a forest I know nothing of

I find the spots I vaguely remember from dreams

I look for bones in the dirt around familiar trees

I change with the moon and awake an empty, sorrowful man 

Knowing in my heart, I've killed again

whales don't cry

There’s a whale on the hook, I use my nose as a fishing pole

The more I lie, the further out my bait goes

Small teeth but the tail is large

Re-cast her as bait and try to catch the stars

We’re eating good tonight, true love is on the plate

Masturbate the meat let the blood ejaculate

Dipping bread in the puddle that the dead love makes

Cutting slabs off the heart and eat her hopes till my jaw breaks

A little bland, add a pinch of salt

Make soup de jour of this geological fault

Meals over, I’m not full and I feel like a waste

Sure she looks good but it ain’t how she tastes

Call me Ishmael; yeah I’m stranded on a boat tonight

And I swear on my life, yeah I swear my soul,

Captain Ahab won’t rest till his leg is whole

Yeah he will grapple thee, from hell’s heart at thee,

For hate’s sake he’ll spit his last breath of fire at thee

Call me Ishmael; and I’m stranded tonight

Peeling back the skin to get a full look at the grin

Let’s count the teeth inside to see who’s hiding more within

Release the dirty animals petrified between the gaps

Reanimate the dead so they can find another trap

Out in the deep blue, remembering what it’s like to breath

Was it love or just loneliness that made her fall for me?

Tripping over that first stone that stubbed her big toe

She started crying when see seen the blood, so I took her home

But who’s the prey here, the shark or the fish

Was it the chum in the water that gave birth to that first kiss?

Wake up paralyzed to a surprise sneak attack

Because the one you love no longer loves you back

Call me Ishmael; yeah I’m stranded on a boat tonight

And I swear on my life, yeah I swear my soul,

Captain Ahab won’t rest till his leg is whole

Yeah he will grapple thee, from hell’s heart at thee,

For hate’s sake he’ll spit his last breath of fire at thee

Call me Ishmael; and I’m stranded tonight

The captain’s lost his beans; he shaved off his face to see what’s inside

Been writing love letters to a whale postmarked 150 years back in time

But the skin was too much, he clogged up the drain

The letters were overkill, he ran out of things to say

And so started this endless tour of sea that’s been nothing but grim

Searching for a whale to get revenge upon or loose another limb

And no, he don’t care who he drags into the bottom of the sea

He’d put his own mother in a locker if it meant he could live ghost free

And who am I to say he’s crazy, I’m the one following him

Looking for the ghost of a whale chewing on a pirate’s boot, size 10

Hanging my head overboard to hide the tears that are rolling warm

Jealous I don’t got my own fish to chase around this storm

Call me Ishmael; yeah I’m stranded on a boat tonight

And I swear on my life, yeah I swear my soul,

Captain Ahab won’t rest till his leg is whole

Yeah he will grapple thee, from hell’s heart at thee,

For hate’s sake he’ll spit his last breath of fire at thee

Call me Ishmael; and I’m stranded tonight

flying south for winter

The days the birds fly south I can only walk slow

Slow like I have all the time in the world

But then I remember my only invitation is home

On days like these I can't blame the birds for shitting on me

I know it all steams from pure confusion

I've become part of a scenery with no moving parts

A weathered park bench with no place to park

It's when I notice the breeze on my finger tips and the tress breathing

In a world which can nail you down if you let it catch you sinking

That I find it hard to find my way home alone

 

Tender be the hand, to farm this land

As I walk with no place to go

Tender be the hand, to lay mines in the sand

As I follow bread crumbs home

 

If you can't count your friends when you're off the clock

You should find a new job or thank your god you have one

An associate till the bitter end, in payment we will bond

It's sad when a bar stool seems welcoming

When a night alone lost in film seems like a night out

When the alarm clock is the only reminder you have someplace to be

Like how fear of dying alone reminds me to die slow

 In a cage in which my obsessions rapidly mate to a point of my own critical habitat

A fine wine aging to be an adolescent youth, a new-born body in a state of decay

A tired heart begging to stop, scared to share the disease from which we rot

 

Tender be the hand, to farm this land

As I walk with no place to go

Tender be the hand, to lay mines in the sand

As I follow bread crumbs home

 

This can it holds something, I'm sure I'll find it at the bottom

If not this one the next one, drink 'em till you don't got 'em

My attraction is a dime store romance

A modern day heart full dodger

I will love you until my belly is full

Pack you a lunch and ask you home

The pressure of my pen stroke, should tell you this is no lie

I will camp for you to be first in line

Wait patiently for that moment our last love bell chimes

And tear you limb from limb with my words every time

 

Tender be the hand, to farm this land

As I walk with no place to go

Tender be the hand, to lay mines in the sand

As I follow bread crumbs home