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Jun 2023 · 66
Morning Glories
barbrodt Jun 2023
Burning black the past fades back
And I'm stuck here in my youth
The skin is charred, the breads gone hard
but there's no more oil to use

All my sons are falling out
It's never sunny anymore

Bleeding thumbs from shooting guns
The price tag of your proof
The waters cold, and so you hold
Your arms close into you

All these days since I've seen you
You've grown your hair out to the floor
And in the morning windless dew
You whisper softly through the door

Saying
I ain't your man
I ain't your friend
I ain't your man
I ain't a friend

I ain't your man
I ain't your friend
I ain't your man
I ain't  a friend
barbrodt May 2019
The drops of rain cascade down
The cold downpour reflects my pain
Like the sky was crying for me
And as I gaze out my window
I see the familiar grey skies
As my heart sees the imagery
Of which I cast upon myself
Except, I realize
Soon
The rain will stop, the skies will clear
And I'll still be here
Waiting for my grey skies to go blue
5/22/2019 12:29 AM
May 2019 · 144
Psychedelics
barbrodt May 2019
The hum begins
I take a breath in
And with the air, in comes the sensation
Electrostatic fills my body
I bear back, as the reaching sounds hit me
The riff begins and the sensations hit
A plethora of lifetimes and universes roll past
I can almost look out and grab the sound with my fingers
The feelings in my stomach begin to bubble
The harmony progresses,
and the tones of a guitar takes hold with the substances
The chorus approaches
A feeling from the pit of my gut hits me
My heart is clicking in sync
My breathing becomes primal
Solely a sensation at this point
As the drive from a hi-hat groove floats me into my wall
Back sinking into the give from my introspection
It’s almost *******
The ****** approaches, the falsetto waves reach an apex
I feel the world surround me and I slip into a daze
The walls have taken me in
I’m not in my room anymore
I’m on the next overtone
And as the conclusion approaches
I come down
My view of what the world held
Is gone
I open my eyes
Record scratched
And I again remember
Her

— The End —