These written words of pages plied My linguistic tools on which I rely Are all my drug to keep me sane They pause the world and numb the brain
My reckless pen scrawls gibberish Thoughts radiant in design A mystery to the world Conceptions I divine Through negligence of sound regard I repeat my ill mistakes Fix these holes that leak the truth Fix my constant aches
Problems seem to cultivate They multiply for sure Not long now I have my fix For now I must endure
It is my wish that you grow in a healthy and happy home Where your parents will create for you a place of comfort so that streets you don’t roam. That you find support in family and not solely on friends That your trust begin with family where true love exists with no end.
It is my wish for you to grow to be a caring big brother Sharing your things and being there for one another That the same hand of your little brother you hold to cross the street Be the same hand you hold when fear he meets. The special hand of a big brother in the midst of...
Aluminum foil crackles— A torn edge scraping glass. Intruding gusts of southern wind Shudders through the rickety walls. There's phantom footsteps all around... Tentative scuffling cross the floor Of an empty house.
Gravel crunches in the park circle, A childish yet menacing sound. Drunken men shout in the distance, Sounds of a half toothless wonder. The dope man's house is jumping, A soul gone from riches to rags, But he doesn't mind.
One neighbor is ending her day With a bong on her front steps....
Rising from a midnight slumber to find myself in an empty room As I rise from the bed hurriedly looking for my missing groom. I find myself surrounded by concrete walls and hardwood floors Strange room, no doubt, with a bolted locked door.
Looking around I wonder if this is reality or is this a dream As I do my best to recall last night’s memory- scene. But, from a far distance, I hear a strange screech Doesn’t take long to determine it is alien speech.
Nowhere to run…and can’t even hide under the bed I swallow hard and filling my buds...
Things are losing meaning fast. I understand nothing is made to last. Infinity is too vast to let you cling to the past. The world of consumerism is artificial, as our perceptions of today built from projections of another time. Our experience is polluted. Overwhelmed with empty kicks of dopamine. Our connections disconnected Dull gossip and reliving - of reliving of the sleep. On Friday nights we're all drunken sheep. Stuck in the screen of someone else's dream. These ghosts are losing meaning in my being. Losing fucks to give fast. I won't put on my make up for...
I'm floating along flickering iridescent pathways Cloaked in a fog with an inner murmur cold as black ice Spinning out as the wheels catch and jerk Fool me once, fool me twice
The ground feels like air beneath my feet The stars are twinkling calling my ancient names I am met by twitching slideshows in this melting mirror A long gray haired old woman with starry eyes that tell me we are the same.
It's been a long road, kindred heart, My will would have me rip you from my pulsing chest. I'll beat in rhythm to the mournful...
Let the rains fall down and Take away the pains of yesterday, Heal all my scars... Let them wash the tears of regret And lift the burden of guilt. Let them help me Be better, think better, do better... Let them drench me and Give me new vision For tomorrow.
Without sun there would be no raining silk living and breathing in gospel of my soul in silence of raptures of God's shadow on the bright side of the rainbow far from the dark of past memories waiting for the chariot to carry me home.
Unspoken secrets shared in silence.. unbroken spirits lifting in defiance, we decide whether or not we divide or remain tethered to each other's essence to stop the senseless sabotaging of self and species..
Sewn in space together, drawn in time out of darkness all of us sent to shine in the starkness, rising in glory out of the gory scenes and madness in this maze of screams..