Up And At ’Em

Up and at ‘em…When I just wanna sleep
As luck would have it, I can only fathom having this peace…
Some imagined reprieve, that I could handle with ease, to turn the war and win the battle in me…

Dear Lord,
I plead for more…From the ground floor to soar
High from a balcony, where ancient alchemy’s released

Confounding winds with a baffling breeze
I dabble in these
Within my rabble-rousing skin
My spirit calls for action and the grappling begins…

Through the lens of these esoteric factions
Lives the fractious…Not enamored by the tactics on the fringe
Those phallic…And those more akin…To being dicks, too flaccid to win

The loose and the limp
On one hand, they’re praying, but they can’t get a grip
Allay any fears
Nor wave in dissent, dissuade or resist, the way this all ends

Every day, just delaying the years
Damned, to be blessed…But what’s better yet…I guess
I’m blessed to be here in this Muhfuckin’ mess

I hear through quiet ears and tend to listen like I’m deaf
Missing what I meant…I discern
But all I know I cannot comprehend
How much my soul yearns for silence

Out of the mode…
Straight into my likeness
A strange abode where there is no one residing
Nobody’s home…Though, something else is hiding
Being dead wrong…Alive in the righteous

I buy until it’s all gone to pay for the priceless
Sins & Vices…I can’t afford
Might be nice to get some credit for
On borrowed Time, I’m spending mine on tomorrow’s lore
The Awe-inspiring, Horrible…Back & Forth

From contempt…To admiring
Stacked and stored
Inept qualities that I’ve kept…I hoard
Back, behind the basement steps…Crouching in the dark

Sweet anomalies, who choose to bother me and lurk inside my heart
Between the Science and the Art
Lies trying…Getting Up, and at ‘em

~disDain~