Yeah they're my family, Sometimes I'm embarrassed Sometimes I'm proud. I'm stuck for five days straight With the lot of them. And part of me Wants out. Free yourself Release Run away. And part of me says Yeah they're my family. Stick with 'em. And I stay in the car, Sitting and thinking. About myself. My life without my family. After college, after getting a real job And starting my own family, So my own daughter will think Yeah they're my family.
Faces, Square Rough Marble. Their eyes empty and gray, Lacking life, They're dead. Faces Chiseled into stone. One then another Four in a row W, J, R, L Four names in a list. Yet not in chronological order. None smile Yet we smile at them, Who are they?
He has no home But pulls His head into His head And Holmes comes home He smokes a pipe He does not type And Holmes comes home He befriends a doctor Considers every factor And Holmes comes home A genius Almost a superman But yet explainable I understood
I can't believe how heavy words are They drip like wax into my soul. They swirl and swirl Until the thick mixture has the texture Of brownie mix. Words pile on me. I feel their weight upon my back. Cute Fat Ugly Unique Apocraphayl. They crush me. They are heavy. Words are heavy.
Is electricity In my tongue. I can hear the Zap! Zap! As i Taste nothing but it's cold Calm Cool Collected Flavor. And I remember, Edison didn't come up with this Tesla didn't either. But instead it came up in its Own Poking up out f the dirt. And no one realized it was Electric. I take another sip and I remember Peppermint is my favorite And I crinkle my nose In a good way And my face breaks out into a smile
What is life? A glimpse of the present? A present of the past, A past of the future? An eclipse of humanity? A picture worth 1,000 words? The craving of mankind Easy to lose, hard to gain. Once upon a time Life was beautiful. Long futures cascaded down its back And pasta graced its aura. But then mankind abused it. Beat up, battered down. People took it and destroyed it. It screamed out to God. He took Life and made it everlasting. Life shined brighter than the stars. And it still does if you look hard enough.
Rain can be heard anywhere Not just on a tin roof. I hear it on the car top as I curl up Drivers seat Writing this poem. I heard the rain in my Brain. White noise Background din. Rain was once appreciated. But I've blended it into the background Like a chalk painting, Wiping it again and again Until it's nothing but White noise din. Rain rain come and stay. Don't ever go away. I want to hear you.