You were like heaven and hell
So peaceful, yet so sinful
When you ran your lips through my hips
You were like day and night
So bright, yet so dark
When I starred into your captivating green eyes
You were like fire and ice
So hott, yet so chilling
When you made love to me
You were like the sky and the ground
So high up, yet so dirty
When you kissed my neck
You were like karma and prayer
Bound to happen, yet so awaited
As crazy as it might be
This callus is a beautiful thing to me
What's an ego to go unbruised?
What's a heart left unabused?
I didn't get this hardened shell
From concrete, glass, or fires of Hell
Why dwell on the knell you gave my cerebral gel.
I'm under someone else's spell
My palace with this Alice
Unshared with such malice
As what gave me this callus
It should be just now, us
I can say with a sense of pride
I needn't abide by a bride
Whos the great divide on each side
Without intention, will break my stride
I won't be denied
This emotional high tide
This woman which I confide
My side, a guide astride this distance ride
This callus thick of scorned love
Glad you're not what I'm thinking of.
No amount of pills can give me the high or insight that imbalances help me indulge in
being like someone else is a fear so incredibly intrinsic
Like staring at your-self in the mirror feeling like you are on the other side
in another word looking in I mean the edge is always there
the constant guilt and inattention the self-reflection that builds up from envy
an ego construct bitter acceptance one that lies to yourself if you are not sad
be happy lie to yourself if things are going well things are bad
we are all in a state of flux in this way devising ways to become totally different then
anyone ever creating change for the worst of the better
"Listen to the Book!" they say,
"Listen to the Book!
It tells you all the answers,
So go and have a look!"
So I went to see the Book,
The mystic creature of old
And all I found was dust and stone
And pages lying cold
I asked the book a question then
Its only answer silence
I looked for the switch to turn it on
In hopes to find some guidance
"How will I live,
How will I die?
Will I be rich,
Or poor and high?"
"How many things
Will I get this year?
How many women
Will I buy a beer?"
"Will I have kids,
or several wives?
Will I live a long
And happy life?"
The Book just sat
Speechless then
It had no answers
I lost my grin
"This thing is stupid"
I thought aloud,
"It has no answers!
That man was a clown."
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I walked away from the Book that day
The book of knowledge and thoughts
I walked with anger at this silly Book
But my imagination it had caught
I wondered about that Book
And the answers it had kept
I could think of nothing else,
My curiosity it had swept
When I was old and humble
My mind still filled with Book
I decided one more time
To go and have a look
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I approached it slowly,
This time unsure
It seemed different this time,
Its knowledge did lure
I peeked around
Its rotting bind
In hopes it bring me
A peaceful mind
But all I saw were words and words
Words on pages, not there before!
But weren't they there?
So long ago?
Did I even look?
Was I ignorant so?
I read through the pages,
All slowly, but at once!
It was glorious and terrible,
How could I have been so dunce?
I found them all,
All the answers I need!
Not to the questions before,
But to the questions I need!
I must go, and tell a young soul
This is glorious and awesome,
They all must know!
"Listen to the Book!" I say,
"Listen to the Book!
It tells you all the answers,
So go and have a look!"
I want to go to places,
where water falls, spilling down
hidden rock faces
while pools of water fill the air
with a heavy mist to lift my cares
high out of reach.
Dip my toes into a clear pond,
submerge hold my breath beyond,
...
not to test me or to test God,
just stay as long, how odd?
to say so long to, my cares.
Now I know they will find me
returning to easily remind me,
they know where I dreamsleep
they are only cares, they
brought their cousins nightmares.
And all I wanted was a break,
a token of a moment of peace,
not be broken into pieces.
The
midnight moon
Arises
Over
Unsuspecting heads
And as
The children
Raised their eyes
The rest
Heard
What they said
"Our fair lady
Pale
And bright
Share with us
Your silver light
Shine on we
Your children be
We children of the night"
With the moon
Hung high
The children
Flew
Humans
Gave cry
Peircing
The night through
"Our fair lady
Pale
And bright
Share with us
Your silver light
Shine on we
Your children be
We children of the night
Thank you
Lady
our fair lady
For shining
On we
Your children be
You gave us back
Our bite"
Inside the second sight of chance
Smoke filled rooms and romance
Glitter was running down her arms
I remembered, I grew up on a farm
Thinking I didn't know ladies like you
But tonight I knew I wanted too!
Her feet slipped out of her high heels
Spilling wine, so stupid is all I feel
Rubbing against her as I passed the door
Afraid to ask her to dance on the floor
Glitter is now running down my arm
My heart is beating like a fire alarm
I looked up and she was looking at me
We both knew what each wanted to see
We raised our arms and started to smile
So I sat beside her and talked for awhile
Seems as though it was meant to be
I was for her, what she was for me
BB2013
Legs on black shingles, sun-soaked black tar,
If I let them burn long enough, they will leave a scar.
Ripping out your handwriting, sewn into my skin,
You are stitches made of salt, you are a poor cheater’s win.
I will drink from the dreamboats , toxicity high,
Get so drunk on lust that I’ll hopefully die.
They say eighteen is cool, I’ve seen proof otherwise;
Seen more bastards and assholes, less truth and more lies.
And as this year happens, I feel like I’m throwing up,
Trying to purge out the bad, I guess this is growing up.
Driving in the fog with no headlight on,
At my funeral, I’ll be singing this radio’s song.
Clink martini glasses filled to the brim with blood,
Cheers to unrequited dreams and our eternal love.
We’re rumbling like thunder, sky’s shot with purple blood,
I sing to you with roses and you murder me with guns.
I cradle smoke inside my hands, you run away with drugs,
And when lights go down and we go high, all we have is love.
Watch the time with caution, for someday this will end,
And the past is round like the clock, mistakes come back again.
Drunken bruises, holding hands, what are the words to that song?
Me and my moonstruck valentine, so numb that we belong.
We can cry in the afternoon, but when midnight comes we’ll smile,
Just pretend we don’t remember and hangout for a while.
We’ll bicycle with monsters, the ones inside our heads,
And play these games until we’re too old, or gray, buried, and dead.
The paint on the walls have started to melt
dragging all the the colors I painted, down.
Drooping like my body in this heat.
The weatherman informs me of no change anytime soon.
As the summer creeps up from behind
and kisses my winter body.
Leaving me in a shock of goosebumps.
This feels so un natural
in the heat you made me feel.
My heart jumped at the sound of your voice
and flew at the hope of your sight.
Now it falls like an anchor entering the sea
hitting harder than the sand ever felt.
Everything jumped down
hoping to catch it.
We danced to many serenades
in the colorful ballroom of day dreams.
The queen of the night, you are.
Now the old wallpaper screeches
with high pitched misguides.
I had no intention of them revealing themselves so soon.
Based on a thought
will be the death of me.
Take my hand and come with me.
My sun could light your storm
and your storm would cool my sun.
