Words carried on ears in hearses
dead and deaf headless on the back of horses
carrying axes stalked by a lumbering mob armed with torches and pitchforks
hunting for sport. hiding among the herd different but not by much
reality and fiction blurring and becoming lucid leaving me clueless
It keeps coming down this way breaking over in intervals and phases
breaking like the waves of a tepid and unenthusiastic ocean droning
bloating and lurching then slinking and retreating,
bringing lost thoughts back to me caught in a fit
of Cognitive Dissonance
restless and oppressive
Spread and Sprawled out on the floor surrounded by animated bones
swirling through the night air and coalescing into skeletons
dancing through draculas dining hall
stalling my fall with wandering thoughts suspended in air by a fanciful imagination
fleeting as the floodgates open and it all comes back full circle again.....
I can't keep hiding behind my dreams like this anymore.. it's time to face the real world now.
I am anger with a beard
The shot in the night you didn't hear
Tearing through your child's mind
I'm the lonely rapist just behind you
Taking it all as I slide inside you
I'm the devil in disguise
With glowing crimson eyes
I'm the priest of no faith
Nothing left to replace
I'm the darkness you call home
As your last call echos
I'm the razor your afraid to lose
Tearing you open to live inside you
I'm the parasite deep inside
That infests your sleep
I'm the bastard you never loved
Killing himself to psalms
I'm the violent man in blue
Beating you black and blue
I'm the car in the incoming lane
When you hit black ice and can't sustain
I'm the doctor you run to
When your ready to be euthanized
She inspired me
to think about time
a tyrant to most
in the silent hours
Seconds sweep away madness
open their arms to all possibilities
opportunities seldom taken
or even dared to be seen
is an invention
to prevent us
grasping every dream
we ever thought
we could hold onto
and guide us home
all the quicker
until we fear life itself
incase death arrives too soon
to remind us
that moments have slipped
through sore, tightly gripped fingers
quieter than a feather
on attentive skin
unless you see it
for what it is
to flip our smiles
and rattle the bones
until we ache with memories
She inspired me
to think about time
I so wish
I could muffle
I miss the bruises from your bedroom
the mutual disappointment
Now, I am only left with
his hands searching someone else,
his words being whispered
into another girl's ear,
the sun painting stripes on his legs
through the blinds of the same window
You just wanted someone
to be restless with you
for one night
but like a thief you stole my heart
chewed it up,
spit it out,
leaving me with nothing more
than a hollow chest
and a broken heart
trying to piece it back together in the dark
I take a sip of water,
Like the actor on the stage;
Immediately, I begin to write,
Starting halfway down the page.
I talk of the many faces
I have seen and I have loved,
I describe woods and valleys,
The sky and clouds above.
They belong only to me,
I own these memories outright;
The shifting sand beneath my feet,
And oh, the sweetness of the night
The click of a shutter (or is it my fingers?)
Awakens me from my dream,
I stand before them tall and proud,
Less afraid than I seem.
I saw the past yesterday,
The man I used to be,
Trapped in a suit, shirt and tie,
Waiting, hoping for liberty.
I bathe your eyes with my water,
Hand you a brush with which to write
About love, life, sex and death
And oh, the sweetness of the night.
You must do the same as I have done;
Revolution is the key.
We can all of us do without you -
Let go and you shall see
You will walk along the path
And stop to rest upon the seat,
Made ready for us both
For it is there that we shall meet.
You see, we were always the same person.
All we needed were tools with which to write
About secrets that travel fast
And, oh yes, the sweetness of the light.
No water tastes sweeter
then that sip in the desert
No touch is finer
then that hand on the shoulder
when encased in loneliness.
No paycheck more abundant
then following employment deprivation.
No buffet more filling
then that first bite in hunger.
No more wonderous serenity
then when the pain
finally goes away
from your mouth
No idea more stimulating
to a mind so hungry
then a poem which catches
the moment so perfectly.
No love more appreciated
then when awash in self judgement
No praise more received
then when lost in condemnation.
No warmth more soothing
then when lost in the snow.
No light so bright
as that first sunlight
when lost in the demons
of one's night.
No sensation so
pure as an open
heart after numbness descends
Compassion in hatred
A laugh when joyless.
A lover's kiss after betrayal
A loving look after the cold white wall
A loving word after tense stone silence.
No embrace more healing
then when you come home to me.
The receding waters after the tusnami
The stillness after the earthquake.
The peace after the warfare.
The spring flowers after the winter
The coolness of fall after the blistering summer's heat.
The wood stove so warm when the house is so cold.
No bed so content
No home so sweet
after being stuck out on the streets.
Without our joys no sorrow
Without our sorrows no joy.
I wonder if as you read this
If you really do remember
Me, one of your close friends
Your date to the dance in November
I met you the Thursday before
My first day at this new school
You were about to be a senior
I thought you were so cool
We didn't really talk much
Until October came around
And it was a kind heart and soul
In you that I found
We talked every night from then on
About almost everything
On love, on loss, on moving on
About challenges life will bring
When I was in a bad time
And didn't feel the need to leave
My house, you told me we could go to the dance
And find a dress with no sleeve
We went shopping and you picked
A gorgeous, sleeveless black dress
Once I put it on, I felt more confident
Since usually I'm in distress
And then we went to the dance that night
People found it funny you were my date
Cause we were both girls but no one cared
There was nothing to hate
We danced all night and you helped me
Whenever it was going bad
But thanks to you, overall
It was a fun time to be had
You got me to do things
I never thought I could
To dance with boys and be myself
I never thought I would
We got lost going home
And ended up in a bad place
But we just asked Geoffrey, your British GPS
As we had a smile on our face
The weeks that have followed
That one crazy night
Have been full of helping others
That's something, alright
You've helped make sure that I don't
Make bad decisions after nine
Showing me that even though I'm single
Everything will be fine
You say I will find someone
And I feel better knowing that
There's someone out there to cherish me
I won't have just a cat
You've helped me to regain confidence
Killed by a person before
And whenever my legs get better
It'll open another door
You give me hope that life will be better
In the form of texts and a smile
To have met someone as wonderful as you
I'm really in denial
You have really changed my life
In the four months you've been here
Helping to make me smile
To fight away my fear
I don't know if you remember
But you're one of my best friends
And I promise I'll be here long after
All of this pain ends
Hi, I'm that clarinetist you met
The short one without a clue
You may not remember me now
But I can't forget you.
I'm a seeker,
that's what the ink blots say.
I look for patterns
in the cracks on the sidewalk.
I read my bible in the dark corners
trying to find a purpose,
hiding my shame.
I look inside trash cans
for left overs
and disregarded secrets.
and I try to find a mystery
in the smiles.
Maybe an untold story
that was never good enough
to tell over a late night dinner.
Like the time you killed
and after all these years
you still feel guilty.
Or the time you put
change inside of a pizza box
before you threw it out
just in case someone rummaging
through the trash found it.
And the irony hurts
because life has a terrible sense of humor.
I hold the crucifix in my left hand
The hand that's been mutilated
Nerve damage done
It rests easy in this hand
peacefully in this hand
"it's not your fault."
"it's not your fault."
Yes it is
Yes it is
I need special radiation to restore my power
It (the radiation) comes from TV
There’s radiation in concrete
I have to wear special shoes
Nobody has any faces anymore
Every time I cross the street
It causes at least two people to explode
People are reading my thoughts
I can tell because they get in their cars and drive away
Once they get five miles away
They can control my mind for
Five out of every twenty-seven seconds
Sometimes they make me scream
Or sometimes fall asleep
When I’m sleeping someone replaces my clothes with new ones that are the same but dirtier
It’s usually the same guy
One guy waits behind the toilets and saves my poo then sneaks up when I’m asleep and puts it back in my Butt
Sometimes he leaves it in the pants that they will put on me that night
I often sleep on the loading bay of the Circuit City between 3:13 and 5:21 a.m.
This is the time when dump-trucks are powerless against mind rays from space
And the dormant TVs
Feed on the evil mind beams
That scream in my ear
I usually can’t tell what they are saying except when they tell me to stomp rats to death and then eat them
One time I ate my toes instead but they grew back and I just had to eat more rats to make up for it
I wish you would leave me alone
Why won’t you let me think?!
I tell my story to the air
I breathe the air and exhale slowly
Savoring my story
Pretending someone cares
But it’s just me
It comes out wrong anyway
I never tell it right
And every single night
I let it slip away
Every morning I awake
Recreate my memories
The wrong priorities
What difference does it make
Cause it’s just me
And it all just sounds so phony
And no one is deceived
There’s no one to believe
I’m never lonely