Shine and Smile
Smile and Shine
take out your trash with the night before and
carry your baggage with you
since no one wants to keep it
what are we but a series of mistakes
all a mess so
what's one more?
The accidents, a promise
The potential, possibility
Tired of being told no
being told what to do
being told anything other than
you are loved
and you love
happiness is just a mistake away
and with these weak words
I set the stage
To hold interest for long is not
my habit, get bored and abandon
or jump ship before I see sails fly
into the horizon yet
I'd let the gangrene set in before I'd say no
to you
before I'd get bored
of you
before I melt in
to you
A strange addiction yet
what isn't
and why wouldn't
strange be the case with you
when all else is spastic stories
and oddities,
another lost soul flying into the night, looking
for a reason
Yet falling short time and time
again, never finding
Another gypsy heart
as free and so as lost
Until
Now?
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Tick Tock Motherfuckers
i have too many thoughts in a day,
too many wants in a year
i drive myself mad with
contrived dark alleys and silhouettes
waiting in the shadows for another punch drunk love
climbing out of my wreckage just to make some more
hating it all but enchanted by it still
too reluctant to admit it
a stone cold bitch hiding a melted heart
but the Music,
oh the Literature,
holds me together and tears me apart
yet keeps me running like a broke down engine
with a false start and rusty wheels
creaking along old faded Time
yelling in the streets as i wander on
itching for the next explosion
an interest
a passion
ambition
relentless and unguarded as a war
an untainted and curious infant
who has not had the imagination
the creativity
the life
beaten out of them yet
by that relentless bitch Time
which, though invented by us all,
still commands every dripping second of the
dying clock
murdering us back
throwing caution
and laughter
to the wind
too many wants in a year
i drive myself mad with
contrived dark alleys and silhouettes
waiting in the shadows for another punch drunk love
climbing out of my wreckage just to make some more
hating it all but enchanted by it still
too reluctant to admit it
a stone cold bitch hiding a melted heart
but the Music,
oh the Literature,
holds me together and tears me apart
yet keeps me running like a broke down engine
with a false start and rusty wheels
creaking along old faded Time
yelling in the streets as i wander on
itching for the next explosion
an interest
a passion
ambition
relentless and unguarded as a war
an untainted and curious infant
who has not had the imagination
the creativity
the life
beaten out of them yet
by that relentless bitch Time
which, though invented by us all,
still commands every dripping second of the
dying clock
murdering us back
throwing caution
and laughter
to the wind
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Mess
You harden your heart because you have to
sift through the wreckage of the world and
tear apart everything you once knew to be true
we're all just a mess
yet who'd expect any less?
sift through the wreckage of the world and
tear apart everything you once knew to be true
we're all just a mess
yet who'd expect any less?
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