I’ve already banged you, held and restrained you, caressed every ******* scar
Here in the swamp I curse and I stomp, even the rats know who you are
Are you really surprised when they look in your eyes and tell you I love you
What do ya want, you silly dumb ****, do you not see the things you do
You’re a reminder, a lost soul finder, a bodhisattva of evil intention
I’d hazard to guess, the one they call Mess, is a soul without retention
But what’d I know, another ****** soul, another victim of apathy
Perhaps one day late into May, you’ll stop and think of me

Walk me into the sunlight
Let me lie down there
Perhaps upon a hillside
Where shadows do not care

Here on this grassy shoulder
Of a giant long at rest
Who fought against the titans
It was said he did his best

From here I’ll say goodbye
To Apollo, Ra, or Sol
I do not know a true god
So I better thank them all

A thousand bowls past
A million sips of whiskey
Mary Jane and Beam
I think those two will miss me

Let me look into your eyes
Ah they make me smile
Would you care to sit with me
For just a little while

I promise not to keep you
You want to see this land
I would have liked to join you
But it isn’t what was planned

I’ll catch a shooting star
Holding tightly on its tail
And we can say goodbye
As if I’m off to sail

It doesn’t take long
For words to go stale
When there’s nothing there preserving them
Left to sit out
Dust settles
And the valiant poetic endeavors of love, rage, loss, regret, and hope
Become forgotten
Silenced by apathy

Wistfully floating down a stream of amber elixir I crash upon the rocks and take my place at the bottom of the glass.
Staring up at a setting sun I stir at the sound of your voice as it floats down like a feather.
Her pale features stare down my soul with an expression of sadness ancient in origin.
A river of dreams within the dream carry me off to where I saw you last and I try.
I try to make my way back over to you. Cut to ribbons by the shattered images of what it meant to me.
Crimson hues fall like curtains over my eyes and the skies grow tired and cold to my hopes.
Basked in the heat and hardened by the cold, it’s just a shell now. Rolling with the tide.
This soul that was mine.

If I were the king for but a day
I’d tell the knights to hurry
To rally behind my bannermen
As their squires squeak and scurry

We’re not going for the dragon
For he’s done nothing wrong
He took some cattle I don’t care
We’re not fighting for that song

The song they’ll sing for us my men
Will be sung for a thousand years
It’ll echo throughout great halls
And bring the strongest of them tears

Our ships will cut through the seas
Our shields broad and strong
Our horses are all well kept
Our spears, sharp and long

We’ll **** on every mountain
Our **** will raise the seas
We’ll tread the soul of every thing
That would bring Gaia to her knees

And when our names are uttered
Through the quivering lips of cowards
And the winds carry our names
To the ears of those in towers

They’ll sow their hands in vain
Wringing for a savior
They’ll try to buy us off
They’ll display their worst behavior

As your king I command you
Set alight these soulless pillars
These temples to depravity
These ****** and these killers

Pour their gold into the streets
Let the paupers get their share
Take only with you what you need
Leave the excess where you care

Let us start anew
As my reign comes to an end
Remember here what happened
And write of that my friend

She’ll curl up in the arms of the moon and wistfully think of her heart’s desire. Hoping to jumpstart a dream she hopes to one day live.
The smoke swirls about like mixed paint in the crepuscular rays of a new day. Time spins around me like my life is a game of musical chairs. Except I can’t hear the music.
My thoughts claw their way back to you. My whiskey drowned eyes swim in shadows of your face. As you smile that “love in spite of” smile. Letting me know I’d found something unconditional.
Her honeyed tongue runs over my heart and it forgets its own scars. Helpless to her touch my spirit floats off and I forget myself.
Find me in the corner of a memory once cherished before my words lost me. Revisit that place and time with me and hold me tight. I’m in pieces. If you let go.

Weep for the nihilist!
If you must cry.
Do so for the sake of something tangible.
Love,
Although a construct in nature and design,
Is about as real
As mankind can hope for.

You’re a dream as if woven by Arachne herself
A blood moonlit stream, ever changing in color
Your heart sounds like hard rain on a tin roof
Crimson lips moistened by tears long reigned in
Blind words stumble out drunk off the moment
And before the light from Venus could get use to the depth of your eyes
I fell in love
With you

And so it was seen
Under the sheen
Of a sheet of sapphire blue
A chord in motion, a melodic notion
That moment when I met you
So where am I now
Without you somehow
Surrounded by shades of grey
A thought to inspire a breath of cold fire
Sans you, another sad day

Yesterday I thought of you
No less than the day before
But not as much as today
I don’t suspect tomorrow to be much better
If it rains
I’ll think about your smile
Should Apollo feel like doing his job
I’ll think about your laugh
Crimson mornings, bloodied by my dreams absent you
Puddles that hide their depth in your reflection
The shadows between the stars, the beautiful unknown
I’ll think about you
Somewhere out there laughing at a good joke
Singing your heart out to a song only you know
I really must increase my drug intake

Cats and dogs will have their day to see god and ask him why.
They’ll talk of **** that we pulled down here and they don’t know how to lie.
So mind your steps around these beast lest they curry the good lords favor.
You may well find yourself in the pit of hell, no rest just **** and labor.

Because if there was anything I was ever meant to do on this ****** planet. It was to make sure you never knew the soul crushing loneliness and sadness I feel everyday. So whether you have any love for me or not. I’ll die by the sword that does anything but make you feel otherwise.

Amber mornings and sapphire nights
Your misty eyes, in my mind, forever changing
Your nails like black tourmaline
Gliding like skates across my memories
Lying awake at night
Blowing smoke in the moons face
Writhing under the weight
Like the snake to the eagle
Twisting and fighting for the surface
For just one more breath
To tell you
I love you

She paints her moments on her caramel skin
Those ones she knows won’t last
Sorting through things said
Reliving the storms, hoping they stir her again
Whether it be rage or loss
As long as she can feel it
So the stars look for her
And the moon has missed her soul
While she hides in her corner
Because she doesn’t trust the light

I long for the day the wind blows my way and carries my ashes along.
Over the pines and boundary lines to become a part of the song.
At last I’m lost, again to the frost of those things better left unsaid.
Alone in my rapture my will short on stature, it won’t matter to be dead.

I’m right where you left me
The sun has had its way with me
Along with the rain, the wind, and the cold
And it still hurts
I’m not going to lie
It hurts
You were right, I ripped it out and threw it at you
My heart that is
Now I cradle it in my hands every night
Which is long in tooth
Piercing my heart while the moon watches
The blood spurts out like that red **** that pours from a steak
And I’d do it again
And again, and again, and again
If you tell me you’re cold
I’ll set it on fire
Tell me you’re hungry?
I’ll make sure it’s cooked all the way through
Cause as you know, all to well, I’m only here because of you

Show me your star, the one you look for
When the clouds have parted but for a moment
In which direction do you look
Is it to the west
Should I stand before the setting sun
Does your star dance on the velvet lights to the north
The darkness is familiar enough to me to wait for you there
The southern seas off the coasts of Latin
I could write you poetry in the sand
For now though my beautiful one
Look to the east
Where I can tell the sun where to find you

And then she
Forget it I said, never mind
Alright I said, Finest kind
And that is when the storm came in
So let me try, To begin again

A summers eve, a winters mourn
Does it even matter when one is torn?
Pine and curse at everyday
That’s come to pass since I went away

I’d call you a witch, a demon
A sweet nightmare when I’m not dreaming
A sorter of truths and desires
Building bridges for the love of the fires

Say what you will or don’t
Don’t mind if I do but I won’t
So you see how you’re rather confusing
All while maintaining amusing

This story that never got finished
Never to be replenished
I’ll still think it was what it wasn’t
It’s what a fool does and doesn’t

So bend the light and skew premise
And we’ll just say that it went amiss
So I’ll stand beneath those stars at night
To find and see Andromeda’s light

I like the idea of sitting in the car in the pouring rain listening to J Geils and smoking cigarettes
I just want to swim in you before your waters turn cold and cast me out
You’re a destroyer of dreams and a tempest of nightmares, a beautiful disaster
Sent to cure me of you, I was never really sure if you existed. And there you go again
White caps and dump ducks speckle the horizon against the slurry grey sky
I want to ask you about that thing you said but I know you don’t want to talk about it
So I’ll just wander the fields of my home and look for that dream I was sure I had
Where we were in a car in the pouring rain listening to J Geils and smoking cigarettes

There lives upon a frosty hill right outside my window still
A little tree that glows in yellow I really quite enjoy the fellow
So I had a dream and put it there so that in my sleep I care
To keep it safe and just for me this sturdy little golden tree
Now and then I see you there eyes so warm a soul laid bare
Saying things I have not heard sounds so sweet a thoughtful word
Days fall off our lives like leaves
regardless of what one believes
And as I watch them drift on by
I’ll sometimes smile and often sigh
So by this golden tree and time
I’d like you to sit with me in kind
It’ll keep you dry with leaves above you and I’ll sit right here and say......

I don’t care about your driveway or your recliner
You only serve to make me sad
As you prattle on about your cold bathroom floor
Your Land Rover voice command not working
I can only sit here, out of respect
Though
In the back of my mind
Where I go in times like these
There’s a nice fire, a lamp, there’s a chair and a window
I listen to El Campanella and watch the snow fall
She’s there too, reading Don Quixote I think
You, and your pettiness, are far away
Being seized upon by vultures and hyenas

I’m sorry brother
I know you don’t understand
You only want to talk
But the years were long and cold
I had to burn the bridge
To stay warm
You’re going to be ok
I made your decision for you
Robbed you of any say
For your own good
I’m not who you need me to be
And for that
I’m sorry
My hopes for you are sturdy
But I cannot be there for you

Don’t presume to think that they love you, because the truth is that they don’t.
Nor should you ponder whether they’ll want you, because the truth is that they won’t.
They tried to warn you ahead of time, they were trying to save you the trouble.
Apparently they saw your future, just your dreams in ash and rubble.
You didn’t listen, you held on to hope to think it was at least worth a try.
Now you drink, you smoke, and curse. Because you believed in your own lie.