This Time....

Inevitable, irreversible, incontrovertible
The letting go

Like the change of season

One must grow up somehow, no?

As the flyleaf may wither
The ponderous march 

Silent, slow, statusque

Like the images 

that are left 

Do they ever go away?

Creased veins on a tree
Naked, chipped raw by age

Pretend, pander, portend
Obfuscated cracks
Yawned into a chasm

I walked away,
but the trail billows
Count my tread
It needs a shadow

Footsteps

Did I lose you somewhere?

Yes, on the currents, we drifted apart. 

I never lost sight though

Silently, maybe, who knows

I looked around you were no longer there

It seems the paper crackled

If it did it went unheard

Muted footsteps on the patina of faith

Losing it just when the fire took

Fanned and hopeless, 

All we could do was watch 

I saw you then and you were already lost. 

I need the city....

not just any city, a bustling traffic ridden polluted mess.

for then the city and I are in equilbrium

the storm in my head poised well with the random chaos

the pristine peace of nature makes the noise too loud

my own voice too clear

the truth too stark

and oblivion that much near.....

Em Runnin Boots

Its happenin all around us, babe
All around us, yeah
Wonder if em boots are too old to stay
Hang up my runnin boots what you say

Ooooh Hang em up
(and) sling them on the ol boat rail
with the sail
with the sail

the tattered ol sail
the cored out boots
the scratched out records
the familiar road

oooh hang em up
(and) sling them on the ol boat rail
with the sail
with the sail

all around me mileage is tense
speed is fallow
in the suburbs of sense
embittered and sallow

And its all in the suburbs......yeah....

there or thereabouts......yeah

So lets just hang em up.... babe

Slow it down....yeah

the nation of two .....yeah 

Music: Godsmack: Bad Religion

Lastly Alive

A simple ode or a malodorous brood
An attempt at rhyme or a musical jibe
Definitions or eruditions
Nope, nothing works

Transmogrified by your filth
Mirrored by your chaos
Belted in by the indifference
And oh the noise finally silencing mine

Its always been you, always

Even when it wasn't

And even when I said I will leave

Its just you and me

Yes, we are one, you and me

Music: Another way to die : Disturbed

"A man must consider what a rich realm he abdicates when he becomes a conformist." Emerson

Or is it inevitable?

Logic, certainty and conclusions, all concepts of touching naivete? 

And is individuality only the product of cosmetic airbrushing? 

Pregnant with thought, rich with reason and throbbing with emotion, just a fantasy of youth?

What of belief, is it just all a moment in time?

Is it because mindless sensuality was followed to its logical end? 

Or was it because its always the slave who considers himself freer than the free?

Why are broken angsts the refuse that litter the surface of what in other times used to be a fecund mind.

And when did inevitable become an acceptable concept?

When did accept become part of the lexicon?

Music 21 Guns: Green Day

 

Now...

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time

I have been half in love with easeful Death,

Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

To take into the air my quiet breath;

Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

To cease upon the midnight with no pain,

While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad

In such an ecstasy!

For Mr D

Ophelia, now her they burned with her bra;
Poker face and keep away from issues of race
The main man he earn a prize on hope, how else to save face?

Blood rules and the sweet white devil sits on the throne
Smiling sweetly, equality is his wedding vow
The mind is without fear and the heads they have been shorn
Tagore and Tolstoy congratulate the Mahatma
The slums they are a-pimpin
Poverty finally has a use

The green horns and the hawks all carving up the turkey,
Ringing in a Christmas on the foghorns of doom
Peddling a paranoia thats never to loom

The titanic sank and Manhattan is now sub prime
They lost their jobs and their Isle of delight
But the jets and the chalets are no crime
The weapons they were in plain sight
The war it is fought on another’s dime
The acts have all gone home and the bands all rhyme

I got your letter today
about the time the tawdry protector got out of jail
for raping a lil girl he made bail

Federico Lorca they hanged; Che shot in the back
Kesey and the pranksters mottled on Guantanamo Bay
Woodstock peddles chicken soup and Bobby is born again
Baby boomers and Martin Luther now no longer in pain
The pope smiles on the corpses of the vain
Ginsberg and Steinbeck applaud while standing frail

I saw it from the window and between my legs my long tail
While I save my precious hide and dust off the pride
To join the conformist tide

Welcome Back

County road 233, under my feet
Nothin' on this white rock but little ol' me
I've got two miles till, he makes bail
And if I'm right we're headed straight for hell

I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight, well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man?
I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of
Gunpowder and lead

Well it's half past ten, another six pack in
And I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind
He pulls in the drive, gravel flies
He don't know what's waitin' here this time

Hey I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man?
I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of
Gunpowder and lead

His fist is big but my gun's bigger
He'll find out when I pull the trigger

I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man?
I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of
Gunpowder and,
Gunpowder and lead

Gunpowder and lead, yeah


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F77Z0v-YxsM

So...

well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

Moved.....finally!

Saturday night in a wasted life

How many wakes may I hold
For a feeling long since passed
Its all the same, the fragmented sky

The acrid smell of smoked rye
Only the whiskey tastes a lil dry
For I am a poet doncha know it

The vanity of a rhymester
The talent of a Trollope
I am a poet doncha know it

Hold on tight; don’t let the moment pass
This one and so many like it
Its all just banal and crass

Why should I wonder
After all its all just a blunder
All my being bent on plunder

For I am a poet doncha know it
The vanity of a rhymester
The talent of a Trollope

Goodbye Lucifer

This tiresome life, it must end today
The existence of enlightenment must die
Give me, oh knight, the pleasure of ignorance
On this day, I pledge to thy everlasting joy

I am ready to revel in the opium of faith
Will surrender the mind and follow the blind
I cease to exist except as a member of thy ministry
If only you Promise to never let me think again

For I have tasted the forbidden fruit
Believed in Lucifer for so long
I am ready to return to the fold
If only you would increase your hold

Ghost of Christmas

A few broken bottles, still loitering in the yard
Crumpled sheets of newsprint; flyways
Scattered weeds, some flowers stoutly remain
Hark; the cries, infrasound

Rotting in the sun the stepped on carcass of a lizard
Abstract painting, stark on a mottled canvas
Ghostly somnolence in the air
Muffled screams of shattered dreams

Testimony to a past nobody remembers
Shades of violet fading into gray
Outward aggregation all happy and gay
Shadows in my mind; fears arched behind

Ignored by you, untended by me
Languishing in neglect
The visual in ice
And the ruins swept up by time,

All swept up by time.

How To Save A Life

Step one: you say we need to talk, he walks, you say sit down it's just a talk.

He smiles politely back at you, you stare poiltely

right on through.

Some sort of window to your right

As he goes left and you stay right

Between the lines of fear and blame

And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best

Cause after all you do know best

Try to slip past his defense

Without granting innocence

Lay down a list of what is wrong

The things you've told him all along

And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice

You lower yours and grant him one last choice

Drive until you lose the road

Or break with the ones you've followed

He will do one of two things

He will admit to everything

Or he'll say he's just not the same

And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Toe the line?

Resisted the urge, there is no thorn in this rose,
Stared down the fiery ball in the sky, it isn’t the only truth
Derided the scorn, for belief is supreme I suppose
Posited against the obvious, logic may not always be sooth

Jaded and flogged, it held its form
Evidence never marred or held sway
Atrophied and worn, never evoked the norm
All cynicism and worldliness kept at bay

Yet, its raining acid once again,
Seeping into old scars, burning some anew
Carcasses of thought strewn around in pain
Bleached bones of trust are all that’s left in lieu