Walking toward something, a goal.
A sign on the edge of what's known.
Dragging limp legs from a hole.
How did this pit become my home?
How do I get to what I can't see?
I've been longing so much to find you.
A warmth to bask in, a chill hits me.
How the cold of memory cuts through.
I've got cold bones, and aching limbs.
A sour heart, an audience of jeers.
A spoiled hope with a jagged trim.
A youth that's been old for years.
But the cold bones yield to nothing here
Still bearing the cold weight of woe and fear
Tears in eyes, sweat from brow.
A path. A road. A knowing how,
My cold bones will know the warmth of the sun.
I just have
I’m calling in. I’m tasting tones.
I’m hearing me. I’m seeing faces.
I can feel it deep in my bones.
I’m killing me. I’m seeing faces.
Paranoia rhythm for ya.
RTS my delivered mind.
Heartbeating me, defeating me.
Cunning genetics left behind.
I caution calling causality common.
Care to correlate the caustic.
Nobody ever once thought to ask
Jesus if he was agnostic.
Tell my mother I wish I wasn’t.
I was born old enough to die.
Old enough to know better.
I’ve got their faces in my eye.
I’m reaching up, I’m puking earth.
I’m singing loud. I’m seeing faces.
I can
Red petals on a concrete floor.
The blooming season passed yesterday.
Wilting no less, growing no more.
I found a man dead back Boston way.
A bed of velvet and daisies pushing.
He never said a single word in my life.
Speculation of a life with no sheen.
White picket fence, a garden, kids and wife.
Unpolished but pleased. Unfulfilled regrets.
New old used car with too many miles.
Settling down, pretend to want what you get.
Flesh and blood slumped into a nameless pile.
I remember the nothing I tried to compress.
I remember the colors like there’s nothing else.
Purple, Yellow, Red, dressed to impress.
No one around to call out for newl
Bask in the shade of a sun-cast shadows.
Translucent thing sunken in the shallows.
No simple steel thing can penetrate.
A wall of false thoughts in a solid state.
Asking blind men what they see.
Telling the dumbfounded to believe.
Sycophants have faith enough to lead.
Parasitic implanted seeds.
Just what are you waiting for?
Destined but never sure.
But you tried to sate me.
I need you to hate me.
Raising flags over sullen lands.
Blowhards flapping, united stand.
Cries of help fall upon the deaf.
Put through committee til there’s nothing left.
Light the house on fire the day you move.
Why make it better if they’re dead soon?
Hitcher man wanna see it all.
Steps up to head down the world.
His clothes are baggy, his beard his long,
His tied back hair is curled.
He’s a Jesus at the crossroads.
With his thumb up, give him a hand?
He may not be no man of god,
But he’s sure one hell of a man.
Van man can be a stand up,
Van man pull off to the road.
Van man say to the hitcher man there,
“Where you think you wanna go?”
“Y’all can’t keep me tied up.” (he says)
“Y’all can’t keep me down.”
“Y’all can’t go on being square”
“When you know that I’m around.”
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There’s a rotten smell in the station here.
Smells like death, sweat, tobacco and fear.
Doors fly open, press into the car,
Rather be anywhere than where we are.
Charlie’s been there as long as I have known,
But I got no other way that I can get back home.
The sense of comfort is going away.
There’s a monster in the subway.
Red line blues and blue felt eyes,
Scream bloody murder as the baby cries.
Orange raw hate on the old-ass train,
At least Blue don’t breakdown in the rain.
There’s a cold draft on the green line.
Shivers of sorrow on which he dines.
Lines go down in the darkened stay.
There’s a monster
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I am now
How I have always been,
A little hurt, a little lost,
A little worn down thin.
Was I pushed?
Or did I step too far?
Now I stumble
Away from where you are.
I have nightmares
Of worlds I’m never seeking;
Toppled nations, Fallen walls.
The motionless aren’t sleeping.
Those once hopeful
Are strung up in trees,
Breathless children
Are staring up at me.
And somehow, It’s all my fault.
I look upon the corpses
Of all that I once had known,
Turning faces, no one speaks,
You have left me all alone!
I want to flood the sky,
Burn the forests to the ground,
Snuff the light of the sun,
As I go spiraling down.
I’d s
Harken unto me, those myths of old.
Swear to me that you’ll take my mind.
Take me to that distant place so cold,
Where warmth is rationed for the kind.
Strike me down and make me weep,
Thrust a claw in through my heart,
Bleed me down til I fall asleep,
Then tear my weakened body apart.
The ships approach, the ships have come.
They harbor only the darkened will,
Passengers bound, deaf, blind and dumb
And brought to calmer waters still.
I welcome you. I welcome you.
Just, please, make it hurt no more.
I welcome you, I welcome you.
Don’t make me walk through that door.
Don’t make me watch her drift away.
Don’t let me