Sunday, January 18, 2015
Until I am scarred
Because that’s what
I love to be put
A parody of myself
Naked and vulnerable
Is there any other way
To take your clothes off
Like a gentleman?
Jesus where are you today?
Lying because I said so.
Laying because I said no.
Lying because she let go.
Laying here because
I love being
In the show.
Here are there
Tangled up in air
That long brown hair
And spinning around
NEVER the less
Get what they want
All of the time
I’m gonna kick today?
Just another dreamer
Its fucking hard to say
And princes and paupers
Never had it this way
You want to see the tracks
And the wrecks and
The trucks hitting the
Sorry you had to watch
Just another dreamer
Waiting for your call.
But no call would be
Because I am floating
Like a feather.
Wild the sun captured in a painting
Alive and here, turning in circles
So deep it is crawling through
Where could I possible start
How could I seemingly begin?
It’s something that tastes like
Here it is again
Frantic, beating, misleading
Standing square on the ground
Standing, never turning,
Afraid to turn around.
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Love in and love out
Years since the fault line broke
And no one thought I would get this far
Here’s to you
And to you at the bar
Wake up golden angel
The walk isn’t too far
We have so much
Left to do
And forget the mental patients
That all want to screw you
It is a twisted world
And that ball you are tucked into
Because I don’t want any of that
I see in five colors
So do you
We just see the shades
No one wants to get used to.
And wake up golden angel,
We have so much to do.
Too much promise
Sunday, January 4, 2015
A lover or a friend.
Don’t know what you want from me.
So I will stop trying to pretend.
Just not today…
But today will never end
And tomorrow may never come
What exactly should I say?
Because all I have is Today
And tomorrow is the game we play
Not so healthy.
Better to leave it that way
So angels in shiny boxes
Aren’t reality it seems
Need to look for tarnished lockets
It is within them I hold the key
I don’t expect a response
This is the only way I can get it out
And it makes New York that much closer
Without a doubt
What do you want from me
I will take it either way
And don’t worry dear
It won’t change a thing
Because sometimes you are near
And others you are miles away
This is senseless writing
But it is the only way
I can say I love you without feeling shame.
Being surrounded by poppies
When you are alone
And may not wake
You need a ring as a gentle shake
To ensure that you are still prone
For those who aren’t home.
Got sick last night
And saw death in the face
It was blank
Why do you do this to yourself
Banging on your body until there is nothing but drool
It is not a pretty site
And you cannot make love tonight.
Only in your dreams.
And dreams are screams
Its not romantic
Its not genius
Its not authentic love
You are banging for love
Rather than letting it grow
You are killing love
You are just too blind to know
And if you stopped laying with poppies
You might have a chance
You are a victim of your own circumstance.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Well isn’t that where they are mostly found?
So you have a good eye.
So do I.
And miner’s that makes us
That’s the key that I prefer
What is in your dreams?
That is what I want to know about
And I said I was flattered
But you looked more BEAUTIFUL that day
Than any day before
And we are equally damaged
Should it be that way evermore
Just weird fishes
On a rollercoaster on the floor
Don’t worry if this doesn’t make sense
It wasn’t for everyone to explore
But you will get it
In that little space
With that beautiful face
Just not today
We will always say
But I have myself
Still I have to pay the rent
So I listen
And get inspired
Before I rant
Must be time for meds
It’s not a wonder
That I wear clothes in bed
Can be confusing
Until you write them down
And you said someone was coming in town
I just want a fix
Will they still be here at sundown?
For everything that is not mine
At what cost?
I can’t go back to Baghdad again.
16 when we first put missiles
In the air
Right in the middle of evening prayer!
America the little whore
And aren’t we
In a sense lost
When we rape and pillage
The soil for oil
Or was it just a lust to win?
I won’t go back to Baghdad again
Frankly it is not my business
And it shouldn’t have been yours
Busting into tenements
And kicking down doors
It is nothing more than
The American holocaust
We lifted up our dress
And innocence was lost.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Hero in and hero out
It happened without a fight
Do you know what I am talking about?
In a minute I was down in it
I felt my body sink like a feather
Nothing mattered anymore
Not God, Not you, not the rainy weather
It was innocence lost in a cathedral
And all the saints were there
Watching me watching them
Thinking its not possible for this to be fair
And while the hero in me
Had been set free
I had a moment of clarity and mercy
I couldn’t do this to my heroine
She has fought too hard and is thirsty
For the taste of something better than this
A taste of sobriety
Yes. This is an ode to heroin
And the needle in my foot
You are succulent and scarlet
And you could take me for good
But while I am no longer a hero
I have a heroine
You have taken too much already
And although I love you like spring loves May
You are far too lovely
You gave me everything I wanted in an instant
And there was nothing I could say
But hero in or hero out
I couldn’t take my heroine down that road
And I love her more than you
Of that there is no doubt.
But on another rainy day
Maybe we will meet again
You can wrap me in your warm blanket
We will make love in a field of poppies
And maybe next time I won’t make it.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
When it is 2:30 AM and everyone is asleep
Friday, December 26, 2014
And Jamaica, do you know what I have done?
When nothing really matters
Could you be any more perfect boy
Give me a week, I promise and glean
I will let you down girl
Just being coy
Maybe I’m just seeing me now
And you are seeing me
For what I am
Raw and vulnerable and caught up
In sunflowers and sugar.
And now I have to backup
And look at the pictures on the wall
And the dancing in the halls
And the memory of what is now so small.
Because big things always slip away.
No dear, there isn’t a thing you can say.
After all I did it anyway.
But I really do.
Wish you the best and a bit for me
Because I always bite off more than I can chew.
But honey if you do.
Do drop in at the Dew Drop Inn.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Not tonight dear, ready for a new fight.
Twisting, twirling, life is unraveling
Shaking and twitching
I am time traveling
If I could be anywhere but here I would
A needle in the vain I should
A final shot
Starting a riot in the hood
Place me on a pedestal
Thank me in the morning
Say you love me in an orange sundress
Take me down slowly
Do it in the woods
Leave me alone in the morning
Run away from me,
I am lost little girl
Feel like I am from another world
This blasphemy I can taste it
These are felonies
I have to face it
Going down Jesus’ road
Let’s chase it
God I need a fucking way out.
And Christmas parties
That’s an homage
Maybe she will wear lipstick again
I take the last drag of a smoke
And gently exhale
If only my warm breath
Could put wind behind her sail
Maybe she would wear lipstick again
And I continue to walk these streets
Just hoping that one day
I can feel her heart beat
Side by Side as we lay
Sometimes hope can be a charade
At least that’s what my friends say
I shake their suggestions off
Turn and walk away
It is hopeless sometimes
Being a romantic
And I am not trying to find deep meaning
By deep meaning you 🙂
But its a good year for hunters
Because they get to spend christmas with you
And the romantic, heart beating with the moon
Hopes that she will wear lipstick soon.
Monday, December 22, 2014
Sunday, December 21, 2014
With your leather around my wrists
And lace around my heart
Unloveable. It persists.
With your words floating inside my head
And my heart beating like a drum
An artists only penance
Is a life in hell for some
Unloveable. But it is okay
It has been like this for 10,000 days
Its two weeks for a joker
Like me to complete
So it goes on paper
With my hands unbound
And heart uncovered and unwound
Its a personal prison
From which I won’t escape
Just need to run from this
Leather and Lace
Before it becomes that oh so bitter taste
That is thrust into my mouth
Ultimately I don’t trust
That I can be loved
That is what this is all about.
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Dear God I wish they would hurry
I have things to do
And someone to love
It is like something from the 1400’s
Bring him to the gallows and ready the rope
Excuse me, I am not going
I have too much hope
And I want you to tear me a part.
And the part better include my heart
Because it is worth dying for said the pope
And the pope would have more mercy than this
And the pope would abdicate his throne
Right before sending me home
In front of your faces
And aren’t you a grim lot
You must have thought I forgot
About the way you take advantage
With so little shame.
And the shame is on you my friend
Don’t tempt me this time
I am already close to the end
And I don’t want to go back my friend
So bring your henchmen and your crowd
I am ready to go, and I will be proud.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Here are the things we do when we are out.
We steal from you
We lie to you
We manipulate you
We squeeze life from you
We fuck your wife
We sleep four days
And then wake for seven more
We turn tricks for you
But no apology
We laugh at you for falling for our shit
We smoke often
And we shoot to get fit
If you are good to us
We come in a package
Two of us for sale
Do what you want with us
Our souls already set sail
Just don’t look us in the eye
or we will leave you in tatters
That’s what we do when we are out.
We are just trying to get out
from the cover of the night.
And the street.
It is a constant fucking fight.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Your heart is starting to race.
Oh my dear this is going to be an interesting chase.
Your skin begins to blush,
And your blood begins to rush
And your back gently takes the form of an arch
And this is in my head.
I am three feet away from you
And there is nothing I can say.
Just waiting for the sign
That you are ready for the game we will play
Where you are going hunting and I am the prey
The hunting ground is cold steel and concrete
And with any success our clothes
Will end up falling to our feet.
And I am three feet away
And there isn’t a word you can say my dear
To get this out of my mind.
Because I am too far down the path
And this is too much fun to turn and run.
Because your back is arched like a cat
God I love it like that.
And there is nothing I can say,
Because you are the hunter on this cold December day
And the only thing separating you from your prey
Are the three small feet that stand in your way.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
By the memories of your face
And its like a stolen dance
That has me lost in this trance
And I am wondering where you are
On the street or in retreat
From a life where you have felt no relief.
Take it once, take it twice
And Lord I still wonder where you are
Tied up in knots, just trying to get right
And this is EXACTLY why I write
To shake these words from my head
When its well after midnight
And I know you can’t sleep
I wish I had a remedy you could keep.
And all I remember is the methamphetamine dream
Strange moments by the minute
Getting ever stranger it seems
And I am tracing your face in my mind
In neon and charcoal chalk
And why should it come as a shock
That in my mind the tracing won’t talk
Traced so many times it seems real
Distant times separated by distant rhymes
And the rhymes never make sense
Could this be a rhythm that intense.
But it’s 12:11 and it doesn’t have to have structure.
Because I said.
Watch you crawling out of your skin
Watch you shake and start to shudder
Watching as new life begins
See you crying, see you trying
See you unwrapping your skin
See you laughing, see you smiling
See you pierced with a red hot pin
Hear you walking on tiptoes soft
Hear you bathing in years of sin
Hear you beating, hear you breathing
Hear you sinking further in.
In English Castles
And who said chivalry is dead?
Lovely mirrors in painted gardens
Growing more exquisite by the day.
Spring time’s answer
To winter’s cancer
And no one knows the reason why
Because everyone is afraid to try
To pick themselves up when they have fallen down
But in the gutter there is no crown
And you are the loneliest boy in town.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Because nothing ever makes sense.
And the one-eyed midget wants some milk.
Hey now, that doesn’t make sense.
Nothing does on desolation row.
But that’s all Dylan’s and knowing…
That is part of what calls out,
To the writer that can’t see past the pen.
Make it more than words,
Hint the absurd.
Taste the characters popping from the page.
Thank you Bob D.
You gave the rattled writer with twisted thoughts
And warped words, a way to whistle the absurd.