Dec 2019
MANIA
And I aint comin in to work
Tomorrow, boss man
Cuz I got demons calling
In my sleep and I dont
Know how to say it but
I pled insanity to break
It all open, pouring pain
Like molasses, tar and featherz.
Ain’t no shame in being a renegade
*
Hopped on the earliest bus
Across the country, or to him,
The world. Never to come
Back-- no regrets, no puppeteering
Regret is what took his soul the first time
But one thing, though
From a different world
Than himself -- kept the wonder
Of whether or not losing all
Of that pain
Was worth it
*
Amongst the mountains
And the forest, trees dwarfing
Skyscrapers. The sun, a mere
Compliment to the width of beauty.
“Its wonderful here, but you
Don't want to be here when
Something happens.
There’s a 9.8 earthquake coming you know?
It’s all lies, you know?
Fox News, politics,
All of it. My word,
How did the pioneers do it?
20 miles a day on foot?”
Said the crazy old man
Brainwashed
By the truth, in the burger shop.
The splendors, frills of war
Freedom, disattachment, nirvana,
Whatever the ******* want to call it
Was overwhelmed by her scent
I met a father in myself
That i never trusted,
“Fists up, i don't want anyone
To see you.”
I met the wife
I was beginning to know
“I really misjudged you this time”
I would love to think.
I held my unborn baby girl
With long black hair
Thin delicate appendages
In my arms
And standing beside me,
Silver whips flowing through
That same sea of black hair,
A mind so hypnotizing--
A slight brush of her skin,
One snap of her dark eyes,
How she reads through my mask
Like packing tape, a puzzle I
Have not solved yet.
Could make me jump into the sun itself.
Every body else became
A derelict, a passer by
Huddled up against a building
Sleeping their dreams away
On the side of the road
*
The glory and splendor of that life,
With all the *******,
All the fire held back behind her eyes--
(I see it, give it to me, I want it)--
Had become the purpose
The bouts of euphoria became
Abundant, the power of a quake itself.
Engulfing.
Now, truly the feeling
he had never met before.
It wasn’t lady lust at the door
This time, or a he or a she
For that matter, but the purpose.
Hypnotizing perfume radiates
from the possibility
That this time, it was real.
Because if she was different,
He had seen the foreign,
Without the boundaries of obligation,
Rather the duty of true freedom.
The bouts euphoria were
Unlike any other --
Overwhelming, overwhelmed,
in love
And I aint comin in to work
Tomorrow, boss man
Cuz I got demons calling
In my sleep and I dont
Know how to say it but
I pled insanity to break
It all open, pouring pain
Like molasses, tar and featherz.
Ain’t no shame in being a renegade
*
Hopped on the earliest bus
Across the country, or to him,
The world. Never to come
Back-- no regrets, no puppeteering
Regret is what took his soul the first time
But one thing, though
From a different world
Than himself -- kept the wonder
Of whether or not losing all
Of that pain
Was worth it
*
Amongst the mountains
And the forest, trees dwarfing
Skyscrapers. The sun, a mere
Compliment to the width of beauty.
“Its wonderful here, but you
Don't want to be here when
Something happens.
There’s a 9.8 earthquake coming you know?
It’s all lies, you know?
Fox News, politics,
All of it. My word,
How did the pioneers do it?
20 miles a day on foot?”
Said the crazy old man
Brainwashed
By the truth, in the burger shop.
The splendors, frills of war
Freedom, disattachment, nirvana,
Whatever the ******* want to call it
Was overwhelmed by her scent
I met a father in myself
That i never trusted,
“Fists up, i don't want anyone
To see you.”
I met the wife
I was beginning to know
“I really misjudged you this time”
I would love to think.
I held my unborn baby girl
With long black hair
Thin delicate appendages
In my arms
And standing beside me,
Silver whips flowing through
That same sea of black hair,
A mind so hypnotizing--
A slight brush of her skin,
One snap of her dark eyes,
How she reads through my mask
Like packing tape, a puzzle I
Have not solved yet.
Could make me jump into the sun itself.
Every body else became
A derelict, a passer by
Huddled up against a building
Sleeping their dreams away
On the side of the road
*
The glory and splendor of that life,
With all the *******,
All the fire held back behind her eyes--
(I see it, give it to me, I want it)--
Had become the purpose
The bouts of euphoria became
Abundant, the power of a quake itself.
Engulfing.
Now, truly the feeling
he had never met before.
It wasn’t lady lust at the door
This time, or a he or a she
For that matter, but the purpose.
Hypnotizing perfume radiates
from the possibility
That this time, it was real.
Because if she was different,
He had seen the foreign,
Without the boundaries of obligation,
Rather the duty of true freedom.
The bouts euphoria were
Unlike any other --
Overwhelming, overwhelmed,
in love
