Hey mom,
I wish I could have stuck around
So you could have taught me
On how to be a better man,
Yet I ran
From the shadows
That grabbed onto my feet.
Momma you called it the past,
Yet I see it as my psychological jail sentence
For the mistakes ive made,
My ego was shattered
And dug deep into the roots
That twist along my body

Hey mom,
I wrote you this soft poem
To let you know
That I've never seen hunger
Like this ground
That dispatches of my skin,
This shollow resting ground
Is a lot smaller than my room.
I do not search for apologies or answers
To my last questions,
I found those blowing in the wind
Next to were my last breaths were sung

Driving on a gloomy night,
You spot a mass from afar.
Its eyes peer,
Like dear
Into the bright unknown.

"keep driving, he is the man in rags"

The light fades
Into the vacuum of darkness,
The man is left behind.

Many call him homeless
Yet he is loveless,
The man sweep the streets
With the rags
That hang on his back
Jingles a can
Pleading for change
Yet he still gets the same answer.

"keep walking, its the man in rags"

People wonder
Why doesn't he just get a job
Like the rest of us,
Yet the man
Can't hear the question  
His freedom is wrapped
In the rags
That drag after him.
Blind to change,
Can't hear the future.

"just keep talking, its just the man in rags"

A young couple
Chats about last nights tv show
While the man rambles
About scratch marks
On the leather seats
Of his 76 ford f150.
Her screams stained the carpet so much
That he had to sell it
To the devil
So he can live
With his foolish mistakes.

Yet he hasn't
Because he still can't take stop
For an answer,
He pushes street corners
Repeating himself
Like a wind up toy
Yet we wind him back up

"just keep walking, he is just the man in rags"

Twist and turns
Trump this roads personally
As my headlights peer above
To see where the devil
Hides his eyes in the moonlight.

Concentration is my weakness.
I need things
To distract my fractured mind
From the reality
That lies ahead.
I wish I can turn on
This broken car radio
So I don't have to be exiled into silence.

Please excuse my ego,
As it grabs onto silence
And pushes it away
With useless facts, remarks,
Anything to steer away
From dark clouds
That **** up my past.
That one I ignore
By escaping
The sound of silence,

I don't apologize
For my singing,
The cracks from my voice
Is the cure
To what is piercing the night.
I refuse to face
My demons around this car
As I run away
From silence.

Sometimes I'm curious
Of why silence
Is so violent.
Then I just realize
That it's the sound of reality.

It seems like it was coming to the end
Judging by your assumptions
I could tell
By the long silences
That pierced the air
The same air
That you thought
Was filled with love
When we were looking down
On the earth
Yes those days
When I thought
I ruled the world
We held the stars
By our palms
Sprinkling the innocence
Into every corner
Of the darkness,
Trying to find the light
On this earth

Yet like all stars,
Loves burns out
Into ashes
Sprinkled into the sea

I learned that
By the reaction you gave
When he held your hand
Tighter than I ever could

You were strangely less in pain
Than you were ice.
You were triumphant in your mind
Of the logic
That you hold seemed right.

Where did you go?
Thats all I ask sadly
My friends tell me
To leave my baggage behind
Yet I can't seem
To take the bags
You left on my eyes

The sleepless nights
Was the only warmth
To keep away from snow
I was buried
Homeless
I ate from the crumbs
You left from my stubbornness
My heart had no map
To find the mistakes
I made with you

Where are you now?
So I can ask why?
You launched me
Off my throne
Into the ground.
You were cold.
Like the dirt on the grown.
You never eased the blow.

Where are you now?
I cry whenever someone mentions farms
Imagining you back
Into your orchard
Of veins you crawled under.

Where are you now?
Are you haunted
By the silence
Of looking at we did

These stars are memories
To remind me
To never lend my hand out.
Because people like you
Will just drag me
In with them.

Pages of calendars have turned
Yet I hear your stories
Stories of your smile
And your frown

Job interviews terrify me,
Imagine a sea of black suits
And fake resumes.
Shoving reality out of the way
So they can act like robots
And smile on que.

You see I wasn't taught how to be like everyone else,
So when I sat down for my interview,
I knew I wasn't going to get the job.
So I pop my mental knuckles
And said lets do this.
Papers shift and turn all over the desk
As the man in front of me tries to decipher the codes
Written in times new roman.
Hold the phone,
He stops and notices some red on my wrist.
He ponders out loud,
"Is that a rubber band on your wrist?"
I say of course.
Confused, he asks why?

I take a deep breath
And tell him the truth,
Yes that truth
Nothing but that unchanged truth.
You see sir
I keep this with me at all times
I need to be prepared for battle
A rubber band war

You see me
And my 20 something year old friends
Run around giggling
Like they just found laughing gas
For the first time
Because we don't want this piece of rubber hitting us,
We chase through walls of books in libraries
Trying to keep ourselves quite
While the grown ups investigate
Where the giggles
And bold thumps on the carpet are coming from.

Because why?
Because this red rubber band
Holds me down to earth
Like the rest of the kids
Who star gaze to their futures,
Spreading their what ifs
And "wouldn't it be cool if's" into the sky
Grown ups call them stars.
But kids call it dreams.
Do you want to why I have this red rubber band?
It's because it's a temporary reminder
To never grow up
And become apart of this sea of black suits.

My hands can't make a fist
Like yours.
They tremble
Shaking off the stone
That the colossi painted
Over their slumber parties as kids
The cracks that divide my hands
From freedom.
My dry hands
Are dehydrated
From the lack of love
No moisture
My tears could only be used
To break through
The thoughts of hell
I cannot spare
To shed another.

Don't dare you touch my hands
Look closely
Those blue veins
Are memories
I avoid at school cafeterias
They hide
Under my callous hands
Which work to no goal
Only to dreams
Scattered on the ***** floor

Oh?
Your smile
Seemed to wake up my pores
And prove me wrong
By telling me

It’s going to be okay

Yes Yes
I can make a fist like that
But only if I'm holding your hand

The anchors gave up
Its wicked grasp
From the beasts belly
My shackles seem to levitate
Off my gaping tunnel.
That surrounds where my spirit
Used to live.

I advise you my kind sir
To not explore
What lies ahead,
The scent of perfume
Made this island angry
With rage through the night
And now it breathes
A little lighter.
The weight of her touch
Holds the pressure
From these rolling hills
Which feel like prison cells
on the inside.
Not knowing what lies ahead
Is the worst
Goblet of poison to drink from.

You ask me how I got here,
And you see,
I was looking
Through the puddles
On the highway,
Searching for the answers
On how I can get the poison
From my eyes,

You see,
It seemed to blind me
From the future,
I kept searching far and wide
Through my broken mind
Till my sail stopped pushing me
To pointless corners of my mind
And smuggled on to this island,
Up in this skies
Separated by juniper and bark
That kept me up at night.

I survived
But my innocence
Was stripped and scalped
By the blade
That the beast hangs up
On her ceiling as a chandelier.

Now kind sir,
Let us seek asylum
From the dank air
That shivers my bones,
The beast seems to have
Got what it wanted.
I feel like this mystic place
Has taught me all that I need
And now I need to struggle
To see the future.