Friday, April 30, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
My Red Eyes
I’m seeing Red
It’s far beyond just being a Bitch
This is fucked and so wrong
Stupid Crazy, in ways I had always hoped
I’d never have to believe
I ask and I seek and I hope
The end is the pathetic same
Ignored because wants can’t be had
Still after all this time
That is the worst part
That the self lies are believed
But they will be shown as untrue same as we all know
Age and time will bring knowing
Experiences in the world will free
The innocence now temporarily held captive
By ignorant hatred
By foolish lies
Love and blood and hope
Will dance on the grave
Friday, April 23, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Look Past
There was this hollow noise in the middle of the night.
You couldn’t really hear it
So much as know there was something you were missing.
It broke heats and crushed peace.
I later found out what it was called.
An old man dirty clothes, sitting in the rain told me.
He laughed and smoke escaped between broken teeth.
“Reality”, he said. “No shadows now, asshole.”
Thursday, April 15, 2010
The Hum as Done
Different words been flying about and making their small needs known
Can't very well ignore when the songs you love are sung at you
Pointing into the blue and shiny party carcass part of your mind
Mingling with the outside through certain trusted agents
Ripe with hectic influenced theories about passionate conspiracies
The possibilities of which seem to be escaping me as I still am chewing
On some mental grizzle
Thursday, April 08, 2010
The Adventure
Strange the way the wonderment can call
Simple beauty, like a secret answer
Unknown even to the possessor
Then the wanting comes, urgently
The needing
Making dark and hungry what was light
Still, there are moments of near awe
From the tranquility
The seeming perfection in moments close
Greater the shocking lust
Having waited and pined, so carefully nurtured
Now ready to be released
The play is enjoyed and the mind stops
All is only the feeling
The special truth, even if only for the now
The amazement is total
The powers and the skills
Drawing more and more, giving strength
Under it all is the real thing
The truth of it all
The finality of all desire
Then the world returns, the breeze and the rumble
With the whispers of a tomorrow
Waiting