meow

And I’ve heard
With every emphasis they’ve put
On every word
With every lesson that you’ve taught
But, never learned
With every debt that everyone had to pay
With sins that I have earned
Contemplating consequences all alone
Cutting corners and jumping fences
But, we seem to have grown
And, the things we think we have
That we don’t own
Gathered in our nest
Ready to head out west
Touch the sun on far off horizons
Melt under the stars of oppressions
Self induced
And self medicated
With sights and sounds

Oh, and my sweet dear mother
I need love
But, your sweet sinless sensation
Just isn’t my style
And, by the church I’ve come undone
Yet, I carry on like the wayward sun
How long must we bleed?
Till we start to believe?
Colors a blend, these raw shriveled
Black and whites
She said “you’re tired.”
And I’m tired
That’s when I said “I’ll see you in the Wild.”

She
refuses
To reside
Inside
anyone’s
Solace
Especially
her own
She’s a
rare rose
With
the thorns
Still attached
She walks
a fine line
Somewhere
Along the line
Between pain
And fine wine
She always
found the time
And
Courage
To shine

egg whites

I seem to lose my way
When the end is in sight
Maybe I’m running blind
I miss the sunset
That I’ve never even seen
I want those grey skies
Cause’ the suns just boring me
When the rain is on my face
You know I dream of far away
So, let’s stay up till the morning
Even if we never see the light
There’s so much to find
So, just give me one more night