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Jay G Jan 2015
I’m laughing to my grave
everything’s worth less than I paid
I’m getting old behind my own shadow
The bleak cold future doesn't hold any room for anybody

My place is already taken
I’m being pushed out quicker than I got here
Being told, this is the dream
Missing meals and sleeping on the street

I’ll call out, to whomever will listen
That’s the problem
Ears seem to be dormant
I've got no home, or anyone to love

It’s brimming over the edge
Foaming madly from the teeth
Li-Po would laugh along with me
Though he’s already in the grave

One foot in, and I can see the beauty
Is in the blackness
One more foot in, and I can see
I could call this place home

I think Li-Po would agree
Oh the ancient Chinese scholar
Who followed his shadow around
Who drank wine with the moon

The only home I have, is millions of miles away
Deep in the forest, meditating in thought
Of mountains, creeks, and trees
With spirits stronger than those alive

Oh ancient Chinese scholar
Could you whisper what I need to do
I've got one ear to your grave
Please sing out, and I'll sing along
Jay G Jan 2015
I need a friend, who will run the black alleys with ecstasies and delight
Under the pale moonlight, livid tales of life and together we'll achieve enlightenment
We will scream at the top of ours lungs with dessert sand between our toes not to be heard
We will touch the tip of McKinley and brew tea from the freshest waters of Earth
We will be under the stars wrapped tightly with cold kissing our skin
Believing there must be a god, just not the one we've read of
oh there will be everlasting joy and the days will run wild as wolves.
I need a friend, with morally tough skin, to sing along with the nightingale, to place a goodness in my heart where once was only sin,
to make beautiful dreams that come to fruition, who will say let's travel until we're done until our legs buckle under our own bone,
who does away with dogma, prejudice and then revelations will be held in the palm of my hands, and I'll hold them dearly as pearls of gold. Yes, you are a dear friend.
Jay G Jan 2015
Talking to myself
blackbirds aren't listening well
ribbons are running red
smoke pours from nostrils

fire spewing with each breathe
afraid it'll be the last
fingernails peeling back maple
bleeding, though curious what's underneath

Now the clock is striking 13
It seems to have forgotten to count
liquid courage to say I love you
to say I hate you

skies all around grow with animosity
blazing blue, the ever watchful eye
flesh on flesh, the stink
fateful impulses bearing child
Jay G Dec 2014
the days are drying away, it seems they're all the same. plagued complacency sending yellow bolts of light in my head. turn on the sprinkler, and lets get a little wet, before the drought that comes carrying with it waves of death. carrying on with the carrion of my mother, with the lost ashes of my father. Drying out with the desert before grim calls my name. to meet my mother and father in the sand, when bone shakes bone, we'll smile and say hello to one another in a language that only the wind knows.
Jay G Nov 2014
Death,
Cease being,
Falling from sky,
Everything seems so tranquil,
End.
Jay G Nov 2014
The sun's in it's own shade
and it's getting cold down on the soil
Where my feet are firmly planted
as I watch all the birds fly up toward the heat
The trees are doing the same, and even the giraffes
grew out their necks so they could still eat
laughing all the while at us mopey land dwellers
feet stuck to the soil
so i smoke cigarettes, and watch the time pass
it's all growing in a direction i cannot follow
the sun's in it's own shade
to change the way of the world.
Jay G Oct 2014
Dr. Dog taught me love, and also
pain.
Dr. Dog taught me sincerity and also,
to lie through my teeth.
Dr. Dog taught me that cigarettes ****, and also
taste so **** good.
Dr. Dog taught me to stay asleep and also
to wake up, wake up, wake up.
Dr. Dog taught me that rivers run best with bourbon,
that dreams are best done deaf, dumb and blind.
Dr. Dog taught me that we are the warriors of the
ancient, the warriors of the tin can.
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