just in case someone stumbles across this..

...I have moved this blog (again) to the following address, and intent to update (semi)regularly. No longer just songs I have written either.

http://leviwhitworth.blogspot.com/

Winter I

"Who are we?" she asked
"I do not know," I replied -
Frost held us as one
For some time, we sat...
Withering
Holding each other
Low morning clouds - and willow leaves
She asked me to speak
I could not...
My voice was like fog
And when light appeared
We knew that we were broken -
But saw only snow

To you, did this mean nothing?

The cleansing process.

I’m sorry, “Philosoraptor” but I no longer have space for you. I need to make way for my newest influx of iPhone apps. “Typewar” looks promising, as does “Passage” – which I’ve read very positive things about.

It seems that every few months I go through this process where I remove the apps that I haven’t used recently, and replace them with new ones which I am yet to try out. This keeps it fresh – increases productivity, and most importantly, makes me happy. I now have seventy-two apps that I have downloaded, which are not present on my iPhone.

I wonder, what do they think of me? Am I rude to cast them away like the useless chunks of code that they are, or should I be more gentle with these loving creations?

After all, someone spent their immeasurable time and energy smoothing out the bumps in the user-interface; making tiny little adjustments; calculating physics engines... the list goes on. To me, should this mean nothing?

Who cares?
I’m gonna play Doodle Jump.

A Plethora Of Soliloquy

Her idle hand
Will conflate upon our star,
Every man will shadow her radiance.
Steel, ice, and smoke.

Her lips will remember
rampant soft champagne,
lilting, they will embrace joylessly.

In her eyes
I will melt into marble or steam,
A velvet prisoner of the light.
Porcelain, blood and concrete.

Lifted by that wholesome, dark breath
as she glances lissomely at my heart,
eternity will come too soon.

She will tell me she's falling
And I will tell her I know how she feels,
She will know that I won't.
Truth, lies, and a bad taste in my mouth.

She will brood and I will gleam caramel
Her opulent cadence will collide with my catharsis,
A plethora of soliloquy.

I Heard You

I heard you singing
Down by the crops
And I felt your voice
Raise the hairs on my arm
And as you turned
I hid beneath
The blades of grass
Grown up past our knees

Each day that winter
I saw you there
Of our rendezvous
You were unaware
Until you fell
And I saved your life
But I could not save you
A second time

You were my first love
And I was your last
And I left you there
Buried with my past
And as I prayed
And as I cried
I heard you say to me
"Goodbye"

I heard you singing
Down by the crops
And I saw your hair
In the swaying tree tops
And as I ran
To be by your side
You disappeared into
The night.

Hand me a Shovel...

Press your fragile frame against me
Say my name
And we'll both go down
In a blaze of broken hearts
We can waste the hours making
Paper planes
and burn them to the ground
and collect the blistered parts

Press your fragile frame against me
State your plans
And I'll write them down
And I'll memorize their tone
We can waste the hours drawing
Diagrams
And label all the parts
With my name instead of bones

Give me something to believe...

Hold on to me
I need something to believe
That's bigger than I can be

And now's your chance
To kiss me when I least expect it
Now's your chance...

Hold on to me
I need something to believe
That's bigger than I can be.

Loving Me Please

I'm breathing fire from my mouth
Like a Baskerville hound
And I'm waiting for the sun
To crash right down
If time was sold in ounces
I'd buy it by the pound
'Cuz I'm not making any progress
In leaps or bounds

I'm waiting for the end
Of this sad, sad scene
I'm sleeping with the dead
If you know what I mean
I'm waiting for the flag
Of an enemy's retreat
The last thing I wanna do
Is step on somebody's feet

Don't attempt
To command respect
When you, yourself
have none to give
I'm not sad to see you leaving
(But I'm sad to see you breathing)
Don't you hate me just enough?
Don't you hate me just enough?
Don't ever stop.

So now I'm trying and I'm lying
To get this done
I'm failing and you know
That its far from fun
If time was sold in ounces
I'd buy it by the tonne
Because I feel as if I missed
The starting gun

And still, I'm waiting for the end
of this sad scene
I'm sleeping with the dead
If you know what I mean
I'm tryin' to play the part
But I'm not that keen
I'm just trying to find a place
That I've not yet been

Don't ever stop.

And I can't say
Ther words to make this right
And I can't be
The one to tell you...

...It's alright now
Don't be afraid
Don't hide away

Oh, almighty God,
Enough, enough.

Past The Revelation

Behold all your skin, like a dense heaven at noon.
Your breath in bends - fresh like the chamber in which it was held.
Cold times provoke more deep alterations, while fear takes away such luminous flames.
Sails are drowned in the sky like shadows of stars in the sea.
Curved friends ask in terror to be freed - unaware of the purpose for which they are criticized.

Silent new times begin - hidden behind the speech of those who have been blamed.

Somewhere in the distance, rain stings electric.
Somewhere after the end-bells toll I realise a passive wind lies before us, arching over ages.
This pencilled paradise breeds indifference; a sugary smoke you can't bottle up.
I kiss the shallow water - a marker they dare not drain.
Meanwhile, thunder stretches down in hairs like snow-souls in the night.

Behold all your skin, like a dense heaven at sundown.
Your breath in bends - fresh like the chamber in which it was held.

Understanding

This is Father, empty as the set,
”This is my final Psalm” he says to me,
This is no revelation,
This is mother crying at the door,
This is her final child to leave,
This is no happy occasion,

This is brother crying in his cell,
”This is my final meal” he says to me,
This is his condemnation,
This is sister crying on her bed,
This is her final chance to leave,
And escape her situation,

Well it comes to pass,
It comes to pass and we’re all here,
Is there nothing we can do?
The water is rising,
And we’re drowning along with our friends in the ocean,
And nothing can fix all the thoughts that are broken,
Is it too late to turn around?
Is it too late to turn around?

And the birds in the trees do nothing but condemn,
And the look in her eyes said she needed a friend,
And I’m holding her hand but I can’t hear her breath,
And they’re all stepping back, as she takes off her dress,

Is there nothing we can do?

Well it comes to pass,
It comes to pass and we’re both here,
Is there nothing we can do?
The water is rising now, 
And we’re drowning alone by ourselves in the ocean,
And nothing can fix all the thoughts that are broken,
Run away, run away from this place,

Well it comes to pass,
And she’s whispering,
All the secrets she’s never told,
Of all the things she doesn’t know,
Or control or understand,
And I know I can empathize,
’Cuz I’m just a man,
And i don’t understand,

I Shall Feel No Pain

Here we go again,
Though it’s a long way home this time,
And as we rearrange,
I find it hard to keep you mine,

Show me now your face,
’Cuz that’s a look I can’t describe,
I shall feel no pain,
I find it hard to keep you,

Don’t trust me, don’t trust me,
I’ll only let you down again,

Humiliate me please,
I need to know how bad it’s gone,
Go ahead, blame me,
’Cuz it was my fault all along,

Don’t trust me, don’t trust me,
I’ll only let you down again,