Saturday, February 18, 2012

one more

we scrap the blood of the the wounds
a day old
my life is more than just one breath
and there love was forgotten after the first kiss
three years earlier

we build walls in space and
corrupt pure thought by desires
like licked fingers and children toys

the fury is close but the flames warmth has gone over the mountain
toward the decaying moon
we shiver in the sunlight
if we could pray to our wrinkles and own undefeated hands
would are will be good

but she bats her eyes at me when your not looking
and you shake your ass when my back is towards you
so terms we come too
and we never learn
never keep it to ourselves
the plague is only how short life is
write it on one page
a short story explanation
of why it went wrong
like good milk
or bad cheese

the dreams don't settle in the same place we rest our heads
somehow they are
above it
but darkness loves the dank
the dilapidated
and it could just be one last try

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

flux

time and this is my escape
cant sit with self now
and the days are counting
when its been not ok
perfection in the snow
no traces of human destruction
this is not my place
not a saving grace and far from your
prophet
your poet
your lover and friend
rather hide under my house
a death alone
keep me sainted in the way it all just gets forgotten
a mouth full of hell
the shingles are all off
and the fires smoke just wants to stay inside
no fans to blow and
this is the first winter
to survive in along time
tearing the dreams from my skin
and replacing them with scars of a forgotten youth
like paths no longer visible
somethings just go away
like there love
not greed but blood dries and this ground is thirsty
a part of everything that we once were
floating and always thinking that next wall is the oasis waiting.
call me will go taste the tears together

chipped

led by now who knows will see
led to see something far away from the
deasert
like the skys here hold something different in the air
less breath
less human content
so whats the matter
with wanting to be an anchor tied to land
like the quick sand never came
i still dig my wholes and build castles out of air
someday ill rest my head
and bury all my apprehension under ground
i did pack my shit up too come home
so I'm stuck in the same way i thought being away was a fuck up now I'm here
with the wonders and crooks
went to bed today in a really simple way
just in no cause and friction over these frozen streets
hard to find like good dirt and something to grow
a harvest and a way of life
no work no true religion
a place that is mine but not proud of it.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

warm for you

theses bones rattle in this cold
everyone i left behind
held a place
a certain grace but mistakes i could not face
no taste for the stale life
but i live
I will die it
no good deaths anymore
and all these eyes lie
don't tell me mine hold truth
i know more than you
behind these hazel eyes
is pain and addiction
a dream to drowned
a nightmare to live
and plenty of smile to give
that's the easy thing
the hard part is the reciprocation
like here just take it all
no goodbyes just good luck
and the last thing you should know
is i walk fast
a back turned and used to those knifes
so go ahead
let loose
see how it feels you'll probably just be more confused
cant kill the dead
but you can frame me instead
the perfect crime
living in a 12 step line
and eleven being nothing but lies
every night the smoke is accepted as breath
and the shit passes as substance
thanks for the belly full

Thanks

i don't know where to go
show me how it used to be
even with the booze
a remorse
but the offerings are always petty
and on a five finger discount
darkness will always come
through my eyes closed tight
please don't assume that i will always love you
undress my skin
and frame the insides for a day worth dying for
wishes and no return
let it out
nothing came back
a return
so now again i run from my own home
pushed aside and no thumbs to stick out
who'd give me a ride
the devil
Ive taken a few before
know how that ends
civil and sainted
with goodbyes and a list of addictions
for this heart of mine
thanks man of death
no flame
no lit way
prey turned to praying and and open invitation
to fail
to quit
to smolder away
to the ashes
all i have that is mine
a pocket of used matches and one last cigarette

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Homeland


Tragic no magic to tackle the
Relenting tactics of your enemy
Razor sharp and a wit not held down by a vice
Vicious in their vision
World control
Food for the rich and trash the poor
No wings for the wax no honey for the work
Their light is relentless
Blinding and no room for forgiveness
its just another word
Like duct tape
And a security for home
Home is not a land how can I claim something that I did not steal
Still its all just fragments

So low down


 Keep the motives hidden
so I lack trust when it comes to friends
And this mess I always find myself in
There is only one face to blame.

Bread and butter on a silver plate
Rather eat off the floor
So head turns away from gifts
nothing truly given.
More pleasure in pain than an easy existence

Hold my heart
No category to put me in.
I don’t need to fit in.
But my exists seemed to fit the doors of everyone else
And again I'm failing the only one that maters.

Giving up
But not the end 
a beginning I hope
Hurt in the way she still wants to see my smile
Broken in the way people are taking when I'm not open
Cash in hand empty pockets and a book that’s already been read
Roll the cigarette not the film
This is not for the masses.

Cant tell the friends these days
Shedding skin as I run and kill till its dead
Not looking for love
Hearts to break amends to make
Fate to escape
And a life worth living
Not leaving.

No eyes in the back of my head
But Ive been blinded
Heavy hearts over cleansed hands
an unforgettable mission
Escapism and self rebellion
Inside work needs to be done.

Out there it is the picture painted by half truth and first steps never taken
There was a smile one day and it was nice but beyond that
Nothing ever gets done.