My soul he sits in cementcell
Playing action figures with broken gods
He stoke at a coals gone cold long ago
Why, he do not know

At which it comes together,
Organs heave and bodies weave for me
It all falls into a stagnant pool of blood,
Surrounded by a broken frame.

I surrender to depression--
Lay down another day.

The pregnant stars turn to nature's fireworks
When a small orchestra of muscle touches them with virtuosic love~

Or it could even be accidental,
Poking holes loose in globes of light
Knocking some angels loose with a dusty old guitar.

I gotta delete these ******' poems, man.

Let the robustness of humanity
Speak for itself.

I wake up
With a different mess of hair
Every morning

the universe doesn't care for us all the same
his guts were splayed on the road
it shakes hands with you and it shakes bones with me
they got him, weaknesses mean destruction
when it gets right down in my head
when it gets right down to the road

you got to push, man, push as hard as you can
his guts were splayed on the ROAD
it always ***** to see 'em go but especially the good ones
they got him, weakness means DESTRUCTION
it always ***** with my head so bad when they go.
when it gets right down to the road

i swear i saw a frowning clown in the sky
his GUTS were SPLAYED ON THE ROAD
reflected in my silver lining
they GOT HIM. strengths and everything!
but it corroded black as a matter of fact
when it gets right down to the road.

his guts were splayed on the road
they got him, weakness meant destruction
when it gets right down to the road.

when it gets right down to the road,
you never know where your journey could take you.