O bartender,
It has been a while
You slinging drinks with a casual smile
Cocktails you throw and stir and shake
And at closing time my heart does break.
O bartender,
What to say, you always know
Crafted words and my excitement grows
Tequila, beer or simply rather
"I'm glad you enjoyed, would you like another?"
O bartender,
You always look after me
Especially when you find me on a spending spree
Thank you bartender for all the great times
For this cocktail now which you call mine.
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 5:47 AM UTC
You ever sit?
You have that itch?
So you scratch.
Scratch.
Scratch that ******* itch.
It just won't go away.
It keeps gnawing away.
At your neck.
Down your spine.
Down your arms.
Your ******* face.
That ******* itch.
And you scratch.
You just keep scratching.
It just keeps itching.
Then.
You realize.
You.
You are the itch.
The itch you can't scratch.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 2:37 PM UTC
Baby, its you vs. them.
They only see
The things that don't fit in
That don't make sense
To their enquiring
They don't get
There is so much more
Than corporate and company
And a good credit score
They invest in you
**** that,
You're not an asset
They wait to see
What will you return
Company car?
Clinical depression?
Written on your walls
You quote to yourself
"Money can't buy happiness"
Written on their walls
The days penciled in
Numbers like a prison sentence
They throw you their doubts
All the reasons you'll fail
They tell you're stupid
For believing in yourself
They tell you to find some
Purpose, some meaning
They tell you to do this
From the list they have aproven
**** that
**** you
**** that ****
They keep making you do
**** that ****
**** all your doubts
**** your hypocrisy
Of praying to God
Praying that
Life won't knock you down too hard
Maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
You're naive too though
If you believe
That this little construction
Is all that you need
That if you look just like
Act just like
Pretend just like
The rest
God won't pick up on your
Unhappiness
If you smile just right
Eat just right
Get paid just right
Then who will know you
You can't sleep at night.
Surely not me, I sleep just fine.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 9:05 AM UTC
I breathe
But forget to breathe out
I blink
But forget to open my eyes
I shout
But forget to say something
I step forward
But forget where I'm landing
I chew
But forget that I'm eating
I love
But forget who I'm loving
Again.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
Undirected.
Redirected.
Rerouted.
New direction.
Same destination?
How far to Nirvana?
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
Soft Voice, Loud Thoughts
Like the drip, drip, drip
Of a tap that won't,
No, can't get fixed.
And those words otherwise
Left unheard drip, drip, drip
With the broken tap
Allowong those Loud Thoughts,
With those Soft Voices
Their means to their end;
To shout...
Drip, drip, drip
And the shouting is not that
Shrieking, screaming
Of a child left unfed
Or a mother left mourning
But rather of those few words
Drip, drip, drip
That make their way past
A vocal cord which feels as though
It has already been ripped out
A vocal cord ripped out by those
Loud Voices with Soft Thoughts,
With rough hands and rougher tongue
Who use and abuse their words
Like everything else they've thrown away.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
And so Loud Thoughts with Soft Voices
Are made to feel obsolete
In a world of shrieking, screaming, shouting!
Drip! Drip! Drip!
But Loud Voices with Soft Thoughts
Would rather shout at brick walls
Than... Breathe...
And then so ... what's the point?
Those Loud Thoughts with Soft Voices
Sooner or later begin to deafen themselves
With the Soft Thoughts of Loud Voices
And that drip, drip, drip
Of Soft Voices with Loud Thoughts
Rushes and Gushes with the shrieking,
Screaming and shouting
At brick walls.
Can you still feel your vocal cords?
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
I'm so done
no, I won't run
anymore with no lungs
I am no one
this artist is heartless
I stab sheets for catharsis
bleed pens by the cartridge
I've used stars for targets
my soul's drained
I have no brain
I only know shame,
pain, strain and cold rain
the invisible man
with no frame
I have no name;
that's my code name
my life's full of remarkable struggles
impossible tussles
quarrels and scuffles
leaving only fossils of knuckles
I have no will
no thrill
no feel
but still never no chill
because I wallow inside
swallowing pride
drowning
drowning.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
It almost seems like
The **** of people
Is there
For me to deal with
But I feel like I couldn't care
Any less any more
Because once you've
Dealt with one
It seems like
You've dealt with them all
From that **** at table 22
Who seems to want you
To stop by every
Two minutes
In case he might not
Be fine;
He's mostly fine
But then he forgets to tip
**** you, you ****
And then the *******
On the road
In front of me
Who decides not to
Indicate that he
wants to turn left lane!
But hey thats ok
Coz this feels like
The **** I deal with
Everyday.
And then theres that
**** where I
Walk into my mothers
House
And it isn't warm
Or cosy
The way it was
Growing up.
And mom is a slave
To pills and other
Drugs
And now I gotta deal
With this ****
But she feels once
You've been in one
Rehab
You've been in them all,
So she feels like ****
Trying,
Coz doing hard things
Is something that people do
Only if they
Seriously
Want something
That they're aching for.
But I'm aching for
Something that I know
I gotta work for
And this dealing with ****
Its part of the campaign
That I'm running for.
So that one day
I can find myself
Not just achieving
Everything
But to feel proud
Coz I did some hard things
To know I ****** up
**** up
Instead of just giving in
So I'll deal with the ****
Of the ****
At table 22
And the ******* in
Traffic
And my mother
Too.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
Head in the mountains
Heart in the seas
Feet in the rivers, in bays, in streams
Head in the logic
Heart in the dreams
Hands in the tension sew stitches and seams
Head in the skies
Heart in the breeze
Eyes in the stars chart new galaxies
Head in the wild
Heart in the free
You in my want, but not in my need.
Head in the clouds
Heart in the trees
Hair in the wind, like grasses and greens
Head in the known
Heart in myst'ries
Wishes in whispers waiting on maybes.
Head in the wander
Heart in the journey
Faith in the Author of my living story
Head in the mountains
Heart in the sea
Yet, Soul in the prayer of you finding me.
|b.g.|
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC