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Jay G Feb 2016
Sunsets dripping blood of
ancestors who are long forgotten
we sit, we wonder
why it's all happening

mines coerced into devilish
fiends; to feed the bones
with mineral derision of protection
and flourishing

Birds chirping, in the middle
of winter
they've lost their flock
and i find it funny, none
come back
looking
Jay G Feb 2016
Standing up on fiery buildings

Falling stars crashing

These demon nights

Echos screaming for

release to infinity
Jay G Feb 2016
They say, the science supports the facts
One day, I'll die. I'll be no more than the
wind whipping against the rocks.
No more than waves crashing over and over

If that's the case, do anyone of us cease
to be? Energy reincarnated; consciousness surmised, flowing out on
one and into something or another. Growing with the mountains,
and falling as the first snow.

They say it's all a science, we've got it all
figured out in our ape brains;
We know where it's all coming from and
where everything is going to end.

The nights I'll look into the twinkling sky, and
I can't stop myself from smiling
Those who think they've got it all figured out must be
so relieved, so bored.

I see infinite adventurous calamity.
I see days that loop into nights,
that they're not really separate

I see the sun void into the eternal black night, and I
realize
We don't know ****, and it's insulting to the
universe

To think our ape brains are more special than the rest
Jay G Feb 2016
Life is;
I probably shouldn't
Have
Jay G Jan 2016
Sitting under lights silhouette life
Gas guzzlers and cheeky smiles
Smiles of victory, the *******
Think they've won in their mercedes
Jay G Jan 2016
It's all at my expense,
the dinners, the shows, the
*****
It's 5pm, and I'm swirling around
my place
wondering why it's so **** messy
no woman to clean, no man to ****

It's always me they want
When it's time for the fancy nights,
the glamour, the drugs, the midnight parking
lots spats, teeth and blood

One night cleanses them of their impurities;
they see the wild in my eyes, and they leave
not that I mind; running wild alone is much
more invigorating

I'm not half the coward you'd like to think,
I'd like some company occasionally
but who wants to talk about what Lucy did to
Frank, what the big fellas did to the other cities big
fellas, who's
living; who's
dying

That's what the news is for
//
not that it's any good
Give me your hearts
Tell me your fears
What wakes you up
in the middle of the night

I'll crawl back into my cigarette stinking, wine stained hole
I dredged up from, my deep dirt rotten sanctuary
You can't find me here; I hardly find myself
most days.
Jay G Jan 2016
I bought this bottle of wine, on half price
mark down
It was supposed to ease my tension, release
my soul
This particular bottle of wine, had other plans
unrepentant, unrealized
Half thought retorts, and now blood pouring
from my ears
The fight in the jug, is stronger than the
fight in me

Stronger than the fight in us
all

--I bought this pack of smokes, third pack
of the day
I bought em with intentions to calm, to
collect
After the wine, they become derelict
unknowing and compromised
Whispering the evils, the truths right down
my throat  

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