I wish this world we both stand on wasn't yours, but only mine
you took so much from me but we still have to share the things I love the most
The moon in the sky I ponder at is also yours to look at when you please
The air that fills my lungs and allows me to breathe is also yours to inhale
The same water that flows from my faucets is connected to yours allowing you to drink
The earth i stand on is also yours to walk
The sun that basks me in its light and warmth is also yours to enjoy and savor
so far away...but never far enough
When it settles
it clings to my lungs
and I breathe in,
until it becomes me.
Whether ash or rust I can not say
but it binds to me either way.
What I am becoming
from setting sun to dawning day,
be it man of dust or man of clay;
I do not know
I can not say.
the breeze will carry me away.
Cast down the street in piles and droves
spread out to where other humans stay,
forgotten like scattered salt,
or neglected ashtray.
Flakes of prayers
left to swirl about,
and gather in the storm,
or lay sleeping in the gutter.
There might be a day
in my sojourn,
where it shall be
my humble priviledge,
to renew the ground where youth can play.
But with arid lungs,
without mouth and tongue
I do not know
and I can not say.
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Perhaps the reason why
there are vices
is because people pay
on the heart, the lungs,
the liver, and the kidney
are willing to pay
In the valley of darkness, I shall not want
Though a hole resides where the heartbeat should be
The vessels still do their work
My lungs decay, black and smoked out
And my organs dry up from strong rums
And the things I hold dear become a desert storm
But I shall not ask for the help of dying trees
Whose fruit, though ripe, would leave me with less leaves
Or perhaps with more than I could bear
No, I stand on the mountains
The mountains we lived in, where the church sits upon the hill
I stand on the mountains and call for him
I call for him
and I know - without science or senses -
That he is near
Let's let the world flow away
in the breeze of evening day
Singing at the top of our lungs
Shuffling through fields and crumbling stones
A touch in the bittersweet air
the feel of your lips on mine
No matter the time
One day I shall see a snowflake
and identify with its purity
One day I shall smell a candle
and let it fully fill my lungs
One day I shall listen to the rain
and feel it pouring down my soul
One day I shall sip my tea
and enjoy every gulp of it
One day I shall watch the stars
and see myself running with them
One day I shall look in the mirror
and recognise a beauty previously covert
One day I shall inhale deeply
and exhale as if for the last time
One day I shall close my eyes
happy with the person I've become
One day I'll love myself
just as much as I deserve to
i’ve sunken my ship that you’re on
and now it won’t ever sail in this storm.
and i don’t care if i drown
because you’ll drown in this gale too.
you always said blood is thicker than water
but do you believe that now
that water fills your lungs?
I drag his
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at the margins
as I bloat them
full of dust.
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I wash water on them
so that they
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His lungs can
on my paper,
The sun sets as I wrap ten fingers around my neck.
I sink and watch the dayglow leave from beneath.
There's water in my lungs, where oxygen used to be.
I wish I could stop drowning in my own sea.
You thought that I was easy
But you vaped my lyrics,
now I'm stuck in your lungs,
Cemented words that you cant exhale,
cremated within you.
now comatose verses,
that you thought were strawberry
But when you swallowed,
you never chewed.
Now you got razor wire cuts
lacerating you inside.
With every inhale of my lyrical chemical cloud.
You think I'm easy to swallow,
breathing my verses that never leave you,
my words are like asthma on your generation.
Making you wheeze when you don't inhale
enough of my lyrical verse.
They tried to ban me,
every one wants to breath me in.
I'm like a exhale that clouds your thoughts,
but you'll still smoke my verses till
you got tubes huffing and puffing.
Knowing that your last breath
will have my words clinging to your lungs...
Me in in liquorice
kisses that will last on your lips.
I'm the last kiss you taste,
my words will be
on your deathbed..
Here lies verses
that were simple
but never left you.
cremated with the words
I choked on the lyrics.....
but I'd smoke them again.