Archive for November, 2013

Thinks this thin skin
never enough
overwhelming
been feeling it too
all the way through
nerve-ending
this kind of thinking
keeps doing us in
come back to begin
watch something die
start something new
window is shrinking
forever no time
we have hope for
the things we hate
we really hope
time is what it takes
slowly ticking toward
event horizon
where no light escapes
without purpose
we all but slide
across this surfacE.

Across this surface
we all but slide
without purpose
where no light escapes
event horizon
slowly ticking toward
time is what it takes
we really hope
the things we hate
we have hope for
forever no time
window is shrinking
start something new
watch something die
come back to begin
keeps doing us in
this kind of thinking
nerve ending
all the way through
been feeling it too
overwhelming
never enough
thinks this thin skiN.

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nothing/s ever good enough
for you

people change to sycophants when
with you
somehow the truth still never
rings true
this war we wage upon ourselves
is through

because nothing/s good enough
for you

there/s nothing left for me to give
to you
good to bad you stuck to me
like glue
through the times we were left for dead
& blue

nothing/s ever good enough
for you

She makes him
feel as if
all this
bullshit
is worth it.

 

She so sad
up there on
display for
those faces
outside of
her birdcage
how she hates
that they will
never change
this town it
plays its games
for in the
day they are
just fingers
pointing blame
but in the
night not so
quick to shame
as they grace
the empty
smoky stage
while these birds
sing it stings
and hearts break
those looking
for real love
in all the

wrong strip clubs.

 

Wish i
could break
& hurt

Try to
run but
too tired

For us
to feel
even

Only
to breathe
heaven

Lucky
that we
still dream

Sit & finger
things that are
left behind
that I find
cause to remind
me of you
touch of scent
intoxicates
reintegrates
permeates
every moment
reality manifesting
memory reshaping
destiny
it is all in
the timing
of hurting

when it counts
do not think
nothing is special
different loves
at different times
I could tell
you that your smile
is a sun
following me

a dying star
illuminating
the dark day/ze
lightening between
pouring rains
heat making water
evaporate
I could say
that we are
sacred flesh
 imprisoning bones
clay of the earth
decayed
here to give birth
to what remains
of our pasts
I could scream

to hold on tight
while it lasts
because time
it moves forward
in a straight line
yet,
here we are now
struggling
with forever
wrestling
with each other
leaving us
with never
knowing we can
do much better
 dying to try
  to remember
our souls before
they were sold
down the river.

Thinks I can/t touch
what I can/t reach
as if heartbeats
don/t travel through
the atmosphere
over the
stratosphere
to another
hemisphere
wavelengths across
radio waves
permeating
alpha waves.

We done dug our graves
no matter how
much we change
we stay the same
there exists
no escape
from that pain
we must embrace.

Cleanse this dirt
with the rain
but a touch
it leaves a stain
the sweat never
easily
washes away.