Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
Beyond Blood & Thoughts
my blood and my thoughts
have conspired together
to push me much farther
than I ever thought possible.
So now, floating in the pre dawn light
I am so far beyond thoughts
I am so far beyond my own blood
that nothing else matters
not even the rain starting to fall
or the lightning crackling around us
have conspired together
to push me much farther
than I ever thought possible.
So now, floating in the pre dawn light
I am so far beyond thoughts
I am so far beyond my own blood
that nothing else matters
not even the rain starting to fall
or the lightning crackling around us
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Down - Pillars Of Eternity
Crumbling world falls through my hands
In my mouth taste bitter sands.
Grass is burning, pulse is slow.
Drip by drip my backwards growth... crawl.
Fade to hate.
And I'll die within my fade
Wine, song, women, birth
This deflowered mother earth
Planting, plowing, how she grieves.
The seeds that grow these dying trees
Fade to hate
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Run Out Of
This poet's run out of words
he doesn't know what to say anymore.
This soldier's put down his guard
he now refuses to fight.
This priest has run out of blessings
there's no way to save yourself now
This student has stopped learning
he no longer tries or cares
This cop refuses to act
we can now do as we will.
he doesn't know what to say anymore.
This soldier's put down his guard
he now refuses to fight.
This priest has run out of blessings
there's no way to save yourself now
This student has stopped learning
he no longer tries or cares
This cop refuses to act
we can now do as we will.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Uncomfortably Numb
I'm simply fucking numb.
10 steps past burning out
but still one whole nights sleep
away from feeling normal.
What does THAT mean?
That I feel like I fit in?
That I feel accepted?
Like I don't stick out anymore,
that I've become
one more faceless
nameless person in this anonymous horde.
No.
To me, being normal
is an unattainable goal
the journey would be the same
If I were searching
For the pot of gold
at the end of my rainbow.
10 steps past burning out
but still one whole nights sleep
away from feeling normal.
What does THAT mean?
That I feel like I fit in?
That I feel accepted?
Like I don't stick out anymore,
that I've become
one more faceless
nameless person in this anonymous horde.
No.
To me, being normal
is an unattainable goal
the journey would be the same
If I were searching
For the pot of gold
at the end of my rainbow.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Lame Gabriel
Lame Gabriel
limps on by
carried by one
diseased foot
and two
termite ridden crutches.
What he once promised
has now vanished
blowing off
into the blue smoke.
limps on by
carried by one
diseased foot
and two
termite ridden crutches.
What he once promised
has now vanished
blowing off
into the blue smoke.
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