The Pyre

Through these meek and vulgar ways
You'll not peak, you'll lose your days
While you're trapped inside this phase
Your own life becomes a maze

Begging God for just one chance
At fame, wealth or some romance
You'll give up, say you just can't
But you've yet to make a stand

So you embrace all desires
And keep chasing waning fires
Now you're placed upon the pyre
And swear that you'll soon retire

But the world keeps moving on
It has left you with your songs
Maybe one day you'll be strong
I'll ask why it took so long

Now there's no one beside you
And there's nowhere to look to
So you cook inside the stew
Of the life which you withdrew

You will make a tasty treat
Dessert or some midnight sweets
But forget the treasured meat
You brought on your own defeat

Push on, dear one through the times
When your limbs are caked with grime
Push on, through the fog so dense
Do not seek out recompense

Sing loud! Sing proud! Sing all times!
Do not let them  close your mind
Do not reach the end of days
Without choosing your own ways

Now or never, make a stand
Only you can make a plan
But you must believe you can
Never normal, You'll be grand.

The body's indifference
Forgets the soul's
permanence
a mask
Conceals
a fleeting heart

Skin flushed,
scarlet matter
a quick glance at
conviction
Then pocketed,
secure
from reason's
rebuttal

I digress...

They call it art because it all fell apart

They got a story to share,

one with a heroic air

Not knowing, who cares

I don’t cuz I wasn’t there

I was constructing my verse

While you were spreading the curse

To lives with no loss, Stones with no moss

Nothing to give, got no reason to live, the media’s rigged

So I’ll stay inside, a sheltered guy, without a life

What’s the point, its old and dank, its smelling rank and yelling names

Not playing games, forgetting dames, a life that’s changed

My mind’s deranged, and as I age, I see the ways and

don’t want it

So I pause it

Shift in in my hand, am I a family man?

Meant to start a clan?

Or a restless soul, forever broke by the wake and quake of momma’s wake and bake

I rest my breath and now digress to soon digest this molten mess

That leaves depressed, the others left

Child In You

Child In You  (link to song)


They told me once when I was a boy in high school
Always ran my mouth, always had to act the fool
Didn’t wanna think like a square so I broke rules
Lighting shit on fire and dipping in strangers pools

Like a pack of Jolly Ranchers, never would expire
Thought I could settle down one day when I retired
Burnt the candle at both ends and with a endless fire
Always had adventures like when Frodo left the shire

Now they tell me to succeed I gotta get a cut
Button shirt to collar and get all straightened up
I must fly with the wind like a straightened arrow
But like Throreua, I have a need to suck out all life’s marrow

Just like Captain Sparrow or taxi-Driving Dinero
I’m just three doors down and baby I could be your hero
So tell the man I’ll stick it to him when I’m done
But until then I’m gonna continue to have my fun

People walking down the street always look furious
So I crack a giant grin and ask “why so serious?”
“Pipe down good sir! What are you delirious?”
No old man I’m like a cat, I’ll die if I’m not curious

If you’re not expressing your on the path of regressing
I cannot think of anything that is more depressing
Then when a man wastes his life on sticks, and stones, and stressing
Cuz then he’s broken all his bones, without his father’s blessing

When the babe escapes the womb he’s got a secret
Holding it in for nine months he will now release it
Its that you must retain your effervescence
Or you’ll reach your dying days, still sitting on the fence
You’ll empty out your pockets, which have become immense
And cry when you notice there’s only a couple cents
Because you spent your life clinging to common sense
And reflect on all the great things you could have been

So in a cliché, live every day like it were your last
But first that may require getting up off your ass
It may be a little intimidating at first glance
To live like a child just not pissing your pants

The one speaking to you is the little child in me
Who brings forth this unending vivacious vitality
Realizing that I sculpt my own reality
And dictate the terms that really make me free

Bring out the child in you