#helmet
Strong as a rock
Tight as a cable
Smooth as a cream
Now I’m ready to release
For I found myself thinking
Of all the possibilities
That what you’re showing me
Are all lies and unreality
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 6:40 PM UTC
Oh me, oh my,
I hate to sound trite,
but I guess in the end
we all die, so
turns out to be true
whatever way.
Oh me, oh my,
I hate to sound trite,
but I could really use
a lullaby.
Great Papa, he left.
Great Mama, so close.
Mama, in the deep end.
Sister, she ghost.
What's love got to do with it?
It just so happens, in my world it's all.
I am conditioned to serve in the name.
No matter how hard servants seek servants,
the wardens and the masters pick up on the scent,
come running over the distant hills to close in on the ****
I am conditioned to serve in the name.
Here they come running to stake their claim.
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 10:57 AM UTC
Leave the inner world
for the world outside the walls,
procure supplies,
then, return again.
That's the plan, Stan.
Feet meet cement block.
You remember the last time
we took this walk?
As well as I do.
Insert a line I've used before,
commenting on the violet hues
of parting suns, painting the
skies above us as we go for bread.
Instead of hidden knives,
I pull a hand and offer it
as we cross the overpass.
If you're scared in day,
you're terrified at night.
Without a pause, you're reaching out,
grasping for a comfort, now.
Easy, is it? I'll bet it is.
If life has taught me anything,
the most important change
is that I learn to zip my mouth.
Joy equates to nothing more
than what others see in store,
and go on to demand of me.
Lamb's Bread from The CDC
replaces intensity
I've lost to love, with smoke.
Light it up, and let it go.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC
Everyone says that
I should search for happiness.
Happiness doesn't interest me,
isn't interesting.
Everyone says that
I'm wasting my time on Earth,
dropping the dirt on myself in
my digging to hell.
Well what the **** would I do
with a satisfied desire?
I'll not be sated to meet Satan,
but to take the dour throne!
Feed me!
Offer up a
hidden danger
of a love.
Feed me pain.
That I may
offer up. . .
substance.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
I have a convenient little helmet
When the world becomes overwhelming
It offers protection, an atmosphere that takes me to the stratosphere where I can be myself
In my helmet, my bubble I am me, in my bubble I don't need to see the horrors of others
In my bubble, I can be free, see the world in my own colours
When I exit my bubble I put on knee-high boots, a protective safety suit and a good pair of really thick gloves. At my waist, I carry a big revolver that will act as a solver. Because with humans you cannot argue and be nice, cannot talk and make peace.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
Sun kissed,
The warm wind skating on my skin
One hand on the shoulder,
The other one holding on tight to this moment.
A day for the books,
In mine nonetheless
Our past months rumbling in my helmet,
Taking me on this ride to where we are heading.
I close my eyes to see
Right here, I am free.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC
I met someone today and he was awesome.
He wore a leather jacket, almost the same as yours.
He had a neat haircut but a funny beard.
Do you remember when
I used to always pester you
About trimming yours?
I did it all the time and you never listened.
Anyway, he told me a joke;
One that I've heard before and that still
Made me laugh like the world was about to end.
I think I know where I heard it the first time.
He also ordered your milkshake, I mean ours.
And smoked the same brand of cigarettes
You always did.
He was awesome because he took me for a ride
On his Harley Davidson and gave me his helmet
The way you always did.
He was awesome because he winked
At random girls and smiled at me
The way you always did.
He was awesome because he listened to the blues
The way you always did.
He was awesome because he reminded me of you.
Baby I think I still love you.
F.Z.N
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC