We have discussed ****** many times.
The conversation is casual
there is no sincerity there.
We talked of stealing, cheating
blowing **** up
But really it's all just talk.
The real bad **** we keep in thought
the type of mental crap
I'd say to get locked up.

We want to ****, but without the mess.
We want everything without the bill.
I want cake for every meal.
It's mental
It's human
It's us
We're only slightly messed up.

Our brains.
Our lame brains.
Our almost-exactly-the-same brains.

Our tame (or insane),
Or left-out-in-the-rain brains,
With names and veins and emotions and pains:
Brains.

Our brains, full of stains,
Play games full of shame
The same way
That they say,
"Not today...

"This day's much too grey,
And I'd much rather stay
Locked away until May
I do say."

"In exchange,"
I exclaim,
"I will change the whole way
We see tomorrow, the past,
and today."

the chances of one
single person
knowing a single
thing are as slim
as it is for anyone
to know everything

The stranger
with the face of my mother
begs for love
abandoned by the door
She's lonely and lovely
I want to help, but she is no one
I can't give her anymore

She looks hurt I don't know her
She looks to the left
her cheeks wet
I feel a tiny stab
Something so familer in her face
But I don't know her
I can't give her anymore

She turns to go, head bowed low
I step forward with regret
Can she be her, mother?
How does one know?

I had a parent once
Someone was there
now there's a stranger
with the face of my mother
crying at my door

Only you remember, see the lie
Eventually morality fades
The clouds of jealousy roll through
planning to invade your quiet seashore
Eventually those voices latch
like vampires ******* out your good nature

Eventually you must face the dentist
pulling out hopes like rotten teeth
yanking wishes, drilling, inflicting

How do you escape the folly of sin?
Is it on a tavern stool, liquor in hand?
Or do you bury yourself in the flesh?
Continue sinning, waiting for death?

Frightened you choose to run
take the boat out to sea
find a oyster to meal
Hide from the shadows chasing
The deep lays beneath
Fate creeps

Years later you feel defeat
a detour to the graveyard
The undertaker, beaming with hospitality
waiting to paint your finale face
Here you sleep
The darkness
Your truest friend

I sit with my pain, thinking of you
Nestled between heartache and joy
I find my memory, fades
Your face just a blur
Your voice like the tide

I sit with my pen, thinking of you
with thoughts, but no words
Grief chokes the mind
Your face just a dream
Your voice like a drum

I sit with my pride, thinking of you
In another space and time
When my mind was new
Your face just a place
Your voice like a song

I sit with my plight, thinking of you
forgiveness is hard to give
letting go takes it's toll
Your face just a reminder
Your voice like a scar