Thick sheets of white hair flap clumsily westward
Stale breath, weary eyes, years in the making
Though elements caper, eased limbs now elastic
A force from under anchors flesh to the bone
Waiting, not yet, a patience unrivaled
Folds arm under pit, embracing his station
All the world dances, the song of good cheer
Rips through hopeful masses, but dies in his stead
Swirling, clasping, shadows misguided
Energies laced, channel thoughts of their mission
Banding one to the next in infinite gestures
Their unrestrained presence churns rations aplenty
All matter now one, rid of earthly expression
Gives one final shout then heaves all its might
Plummeting, focusing, honing and bracing
Crushes its foe with the force of the heavens
Yet weight still remains, the key to the world
A solemn surrender, they can't understand
A droplet of mercy trickles down ancient creases
And buries itself in the wake of its purpose
Friday, December 13, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Steps?
If you could see where these legs are taking me
You'd understand why I walk so fast
It's not that I'm sure of my direction
It's that I don't want to slow
because if I slow and take a moment
and realize
I may as well have just kept walking faster
I would have gotten there sooner
I would have seen more, perhaps known less
but what is seeing if not processing
and how can I live if I'm not active
There is no life in not doing, only death
in not pursuing
the opportunity.
pass it up and I may walk on past you
but not because I know why I want to go
where I'm going but because that's what
I want to do
I think, therefore I walk
and as long as I'm walking
I must be going the right direction
or else why would I be walking
You'd understand why I walk so fast
It's not that I'm sure of my direction
It's that I don't want to slow
because if I slow and take a moment
and realize
I may as well have just kept walking faster
I would have gotten there sooner
I would have seen more, perhaps known less
but what is seeing if not processing
and how can I live if I'm not active
There is no life in not doing, only death
in not pursuing
the opportunity.
pass it up and I may walk on past you
but not because I know why I want to go
where I'm going but because that's what
I want to do
I think, therefore I walk
and as long as I'm walking
I must be going the right direction
or else why would I be walking
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
chew it over
Contained but not without freedom
I'll abide, for security's sake
And endure
It's the future's lens now
Ninety five percent nine to fives
Only the brave
muster the courage to withdraw
Expression muted?
Perhaps
Or channeled
Yeah, channeled
A constructive flow
An ordering
A, what do they call it...
a marketability
We do dirty things for that paycheck
Squelch dreams
Breathe the provided air
bubbling fragments of
the old hope
rise to the surface
but dissipate
Questioning breathes life
into the stable ground
An oversized chunk
cut to size
in the mastication process
I'll abide, for security's sake
And endure
It's the future's lens now
Ninety five percent nine to fives
Only the brave
muster the courage to withdraw
Expression muted?
Perhaps
Or channeled
Yeah, channeled
A constructive flow
An ordering
A, what do they call it...
a marketability
We do dirty things for that paycheck
Squelch dreams
Breathe the provided air
bubbling fragments of
the old hope
rise to the surface
but dissipate
Questioning breathes life
into the stable ground
An oversized chunk
cut to size
in the mastication process
Friday, March 29, 2013
Undeliverable
A face is just a face after all
meant to cover up
Something deeper
So what do we do?
We make that face damn pretty
Apply the blush, rouge, lipgloss
Eyeliner, perfume, nail polish
Ensure the colors match
The hair feathered
the brows plucked
the waist slim, arms hard
What else is there after this
anyways?
Surely nothing as important
I mean, how could it be?
You can't even see it!
But I dare you to do this
Stand in the bathroom
Stare at that thing you call
yourself
in the mirror
Now, switch off the light
What do you feel?
Strip away the toned features
That foundation that conceals
That blush that reveals
Those eyes that stand out
That polish that shouts
The brows that convey
The darkness dismays
Who are you now?
Nothing to hide behind ha!
But there is still something
isn't there?
Yes, yes there is.
And you'd better deal with that
my friend
you had better deal with that.
meant to cover up
Something deeper
So what do we do?
We make that face damn pretty
Apply the blush, rouge, lipgloss
Eyeliner, perfume, nail polish
Ensure the colors match
The hair feathered
the brows plucked
the waist slim, arms hard
What else is there after this
anyways?
Surely nothing as important
I mean, how could it be?
You can't even see it!
But I dare you to do this
Stand in the bathroom
Stare at that thing you call
yourself
in the mirror
Now, switch off the light
What do you feel?
Strip away the toned features
That foundation that conceals
That blush that reveals
Those eyes that stand out
That polish that shouts
The brows that convey
The darkness dismays
Who are you now?
Nothing to hide behind ha!
But there is still something
isn't there?
Yes, yes there is.
And you'd better deal with that
my friend
you had better deal with that.
Friday, March 8, 2013
Bottled
I got a bottle full of thoughts, 'bout time I unlocked and popped
the cork
The torque
fueling the ride, fueling the fire inside
Tensions abide, friends stick by my side and if I die
Don't hang me out to dry
Taste a slice of the pie, a thorn in my pride
Thunderous thighs, on overweight guys
Only further mask, so we turn to the flask
And emasculate
can't bask in hate, the task of fate
Force us to wait, as we decay the decades
Turn to days, a meager pace, let's turn and face
These fucking demons today
That bring us the pain
Come out of the rain, there's something to gain
After all we are just people in time
We are feeble and fine, so we convince ourselves in our minds
And build a home out of pine, on a glass lake that shines
But He won't let us soon forget, cuz we beget
the Son, and think we've won, we stop this run
and face the Sun.
the cork
The torque
fueling the ride, fueling the fire inside
Tensions abide, friends stick by my side and if I die
Don't hang me out to dry
Taste a slice of the pie, a thorn in my pride
Thunderous thighs, on overweight guys
Only further mask, so we turn to the flask
And emasculate
can't bask in hate, the task of fate
Force us to wait, as we decay the decades
Turn to days, a meager pace, let's turn and face
These fucking demons today
That bring us the pain
Come out of the rain, there's something to gain
After all we are just people in time
We are feeble and fine, so we convince ourselves in our minds
And build a home out of pine, on a glass lake that shines
But He won't let us soon forget, cuz we beget
the Son, and think we've won, we stop this run
and face the Sun.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Load Dropped
Link to song: Load Dropped
Finally my shoulder blades have resurfaced
Been trapped down here in the mire without a purpose
The steps felt slow, but I know I’ve grown
No matter what the future holds I’m sturdy like a stone
A gorgeous girl with bones, a sturdy mind was sewn
Despite our differences, we would always get along
One day to the next it grew and became strong
A wad of expectations that could never be wrong
But envisioned plans turn to revisioned plans
Our heart wants grand, but the mind knows that
Tries to calm the gentle warrior, but its too late
Once his mind’s made, he won’t procrastinate
Though in your head its right, in real life its strife
Emotions in a net, pages flipped not read
Leave a pretty girl with time, someone else she’ll surely
find
But I want her all the time, but she’s gone no longer mine
It’s over let it go, It’s over feel the flow
It’s over, now its slow, It’s over, white as snow
The tricks of the mind, are a man’s worst kind
To his heart he binds, not knowing its love’s blind
And right when he feels the armor’s on too tight
He loosens it up, and his foe takes sight
A war in himself, his own personal hell
Projecting what he wants just to make it feel well
But what’s out there, is not what’s in here
So he’s driving now, and this life he steers
But brother Truth settles in and makes his nest
An unwelcomed guest, often leaves a mess
But its time to make a bed, must find his stead
No longer wrestle words of wisdom dead
But for once it sounds! That clarity resounds!
Still some healing to do, but on solid ground
No longer a basket case upon the waves
But clear cut copy that’s finally faced
Separate strips of paper, finally paste
Direction discovered, I will now embrace
I fell but got up, now I’m harder to knock down
Remember that, puppy? He broke free of the pound
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Icy Walkways
Glistening cracks of tattered concrete
Whisper perils of surefire defeat
One foot 'fore the other
slowly and clearly
You'll get where you need
all the more surely
All funnel through
A dense pack of trackers
Preventing the worst
Not one now a slacker
The ambitious one
He's swept from his feet
A puddle of flesh,
Worthy defeat
Whisper perils of surefire defeat
One foot 'fore the other
slowly and clearly
You'll get where you need
all the more surely
All funnel through
A dense pack of trackers
Preventing the worst
Not one now a slacker
The ambitious one
He's swept from his feet
A puddle of flesh,
Worthy defeat
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Hop on Pop
Boom from the womb, stepped into the world
My arms long I felt around for a pearl
But I couldn’t find one, nor devise one
Searching for my soul
Underneath this mould
Noticed early on not every bird sings his songs
But boy did she smile at this boy a long while
Apple of her eye, her one and only guy
To keep her company, this fleshy lump of me
Caused plenty of problems but she always solved them
Strongest woman I’ve ever seen
Supreme queen of my
dreams
Then along came a man, offered no hand
Just a finger to chew on, a mind that was dead wrong
He split before my first play kit, couldn’t find fit, didn’t
mind shit
Just intruded and lashed back, flew off like a wise crack
But his expectations irked me so, wanted in on the equation,
no
So he left before,
Didn’t close the door
Just left it ajar, I still had so far
I was left behind, last thing on his mind
A baby boy with lots of toys
But needing a lap to place my fat
All those play dates we never had
Thinking back on it makes me sad
But no remorse just constant bribes
So still no desire to know the guy
Wanted in on my life? No reply
Touch down after strife? No comply
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