Memories shown dark
Pushed into the depths
Of my subconscious
Waiting to flood my dreams
To torture a ragged mind
There is no resisting
Even in the writing
Portraying her terribly
Sullying my image
Of her past presence.
Still a peaceful sleep
Evades me, with constant
Threats to unravel my progress
The glue has no time to set
As Autumn’s dawn hastens west
My attempts range wide
Twisted and relentless
Still the dreams, they
Never go away
How can I make them
See things my way?
The wench who lies, claims a humanitarian prize.
Her philosophical cacophony, takes hold of thee.
“It’s not you, it’s me” she speaks in sparse varieties.
The meaning repeats and she nails the introduction.
Riding high on her studded saddle, specialized in corruption
She can say it’s for the best when there’s no data to attest
And with her word as a granite foundation there’s no life
To suckle from its breast.
When his subconscious finds difficulty in accepting their reality
The will to feel real overshadows the clapping seal embodied.
Such a good boy, such a kind boy, his A-list grin fool’s so many
Such a patient boy, such a clever boy, his mind tormented, trembling.
At the thought of life in servitude, wrought from our fore-father’s vain;
Attempts at instilling moral values, to condemn the “insane”.
The leaders we trust to forge a path, forge their own into fame
And leave us hopelessly, inexplicably, thrusting for the same.
What is the point of breathing in,
when a mournful sigh is all that follows,
Tumblers of sparkling gin, a dopamine binge
simply numbs a heart so hollow…
devour the flower until eyelids cower
toward the hours of unconscious slumber
For reveries ne’er dwell in a haze
Induced by malevolent power
This is a different take of my old poem “Wishing Well”. As with all of my poetry, they will never be complete until I am six feet under.
Nothing’s changed.
I’m still alien to the term “Love”
It travels on another timeline,
parallel to my own.
Never to intersect or intertwine.
Till death, my bitter heart will remain alone.
Eternity awaits this lonely lover.
Filled to the brim with guilt,
void of compassion
The will to love,
is no longer an oft-thought emotion
I’m stumbling through an open door
A mason’s fairy-tale creation
I’m fumbling through an open door;
My past fortune’s glimmer, gracing
eyes with a life, this soul just wasn’t made for
Yeah I’m tumbling through an open door
End over end
She threw my ass out of an open door
Her laugh accompanies splintering floorboards…
Nope, not a damn, thing’s, changed
There’s a place in my head and it dreads to be fed, lies.
It’s void of compassion, hatrid, disgust; simply a void.
Where thought cannot exist
without a will to think for one’s self.
There is a place in my head,
and I’d be better off dead,
than with it’s interminable tread
Grinding around my homestead.
She’s takin’ the world, the world out of your hands.
She’s takin’ your soul, upon other demands.
She’s takin’ the dog, cause she ain’t got a heart
She’s takin’ your cd’s, and the only decent wall art.
She’s takin half of your shit, and still got the house
She’s takin’ the bbq pit, and the decorative Christmas elves.
She’s takin’ the pickup, ain’t leavin’ nothin’ for you
She just left with the kids, might as well down a brew
Or two, and piss on the Justice’s shoes.
I can’t understand why
I keep chasin’ your tail
but if I keep running
will I catch up soon?
if I say that it’s “love”
will it heal the wound?
I don’t know why
you need a friend,
In me.
When you just pick me up like a pen,
With intent to make amends…
…Though, It’s all for naught
you just call upon me when you’re
back in town, back
when its my time to come off the rack.
‘Cause when you’re gone
my dreams leave with you.
just blank nights waking up without you.
you say you wish more were like me.
Yet you look in every direction but mine
I’m ready to surrender myself to your glow
just say the word then say no more
because ill surrender, ill surrender to you.
Nothing’s changed.
I’m still alien to the term “love”
It travels on another time line
Parallel to my own
Never to intersect or intertwine
Forever my bitter heart remains alone
Eternity awaits this lonely lover
Filled to the brim with guilt
Void of compassion
The will to love
Is no longer an oft-thought emotion.
I’m tumbling down a wishing well
A mason’s fairytale creation.
I’m tumbling down a wishing well
My past fortune’s glimmer, gracing
My eyes with a glimpse at a life
My soul just wasn’t made for.
Yeah I’m tumbling down a wishing well,
End over end
I’ve thrown my life down a wishing well
And not a damn thing’s changed.
Darling, when you lose that grin, I turn away in tears.
‘Cause I know the melancholy song that follows,
and each tune’s never easy to hear.
She sings out of key, lips tremble with a chill;
eyes like a furnace, she’s goin’ in for the kill.
No I couldn’t leave her side this time.
Even though she never asked for this rhyme.
’cause no one knows the woman inside; no.
They never bothered to break through the pain in her
azure eyes.
Waving away a broken Angel, never wondering what’s stowed inside,
why she weeps through nights, why her smile only shines,
with a gentle hand at her side.
The Way it Goes 