Thursday, September 22, 2011

You and Them

They laugh at you in your silly dress
You put a face on that you think they want to see
They smite you with their hidden tongue
Yet talk to you with the only one they own
They greet you along your broken path
And you spent all day looking good for their sake
They hardly noticed anything of matter
You gave them chances not to laugh
You let them in again, again and still more
They took your kindness and broke it deep
They only wanted what they shouldn't have
Run away from the liars and emotional thieves
Don't let them melt your pretty face
Once its over, Once your facade is gone
Theyll no longer laugh at your frazzled gown
They won't be looking at it again
They took more than just what you gave them
They took what now no one else can have

Friday, September 16, 2011

Old Lady Riding in a Car

Her eyes,
They told a million stories
in just the seconds I saw her
driving past on my nightly run

Her age,
I could tell by her face
she had met a million liars
and I was just another one

Her smile,
I don't think I recall it
perhaps it wasn't there
wiped away by the sun

She squinted,
The ending day forced
a reflex into her addled brain
the car ride was no more fun

She rode,
As the lady drove her past
I could tell that she saw something
but it might have just been the sun

She's gone,
Tonight as she crawls into bed
she wonders if it will be her last
those thoughts come when you're 81

Monday, September 12, 2011

Thoughts Revisited

Impassive impunity from certain self destruction
Clung to dry words, cottoned tongue indeed
Surely madness follows those who walk alone
For echoes tire as they reverberate their sound
Voices in stir for yet another eventual season
Raking past the coals of scarlet, smitten tablets
Finding fire will not scorch all the articles within
Smiling while recognition gives way to apathy
Self doubt surely lingers not in the acoustic wind
Rather rambunctious tones escape the early soot
Music, obnoxious at best is heard from the wake
Less time than before to absorb the chilly fate
Opening tomorrow swiftly, Unshaken anymore
Traveling in limbo until further permits avail
Sunshine is immense in its dusky transition
Shuffling of feet signal a retreat from the pen

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Clouds and Paintings


If there is somewhere else you would be,
Go
Please don’t give me just half your heart,
When
I’m looking for everything inside of,
You
I want to make a story of two hearts that,
Want
To start a journey that never ends,
Or
Maybe it comes out wrong what I say so,
Show
Me how it is you feel inside so I can bring you,
Up
To clouds that have never seen the rain,
And
Paint pictures on your lips of my love so,
Stay

Schisms

Dope could not fix that which was invisible to see
Some entity descended long before time blurred
All of the examples were missing a velvet tie
A bind that held all of reason in its complex woe
The light breaks and epiphanies rope the surface
Sunset waned hours ago and still the heat draws
Every lyrical base catches fire from one focus
A childhood scattered and skewed by default
Choices are for those who knew what they sow
Trying to force pieces together that did not fit
Wetted throats only feign forgetfulness partly
The nightmares of missing years ring home
No one answers the door in this town anymore
Who could see the lost pages floating away
The tide swallowed the memories in its girth
Suppressing eternal pain became a life long goal
Misunderstanding that forever would also pass
Leaving behind its footprints to faintly see
The last open door at the arrival of the coast
Lyrically drained and bedridden for days
Encumbered truths made to lay at rest
A final note of those gunslinger ways