These days and nights,
they’re crawling through my fingers
long lost memoirs flow out
the present and future get distilled..
Yesterday I was searching for yesterday
today i search for tommorow
chemical traces stains the sofa
yet it gets tucked under a cushion…
…neatly!
Oh oh oh got a set of wheels
goin thu the mills
oh oh got a set of mills
Under a riverful of moon
heart willing to be dead
hickory stick come by
dickory doc see you lie
Rains of acid see me smile
finally free sounds like a cry
droplets of joy, not
spirits restless on drought
Memories leaves a soul
body left to rot on the bed
wet with the thick syrup
cielings a new found friend
Power to the break of thought
eradicated souls of landmines
wish for death; yet wish for peace
price to large; a life gone abegging!
Pulse sets a heart beat
energies wasted – hatred
pit stop for a breathe
overview; a man by the fire
Keys to life; a will to survive
a pair of gloves and a tattered jacket
Second chances don’t exist
the night brings new questions
dancing for the next meal
was the man; by the fire
Keys to life; a will to survive
a pair of gloves and a tattered jacket
Debate over eradication; routine
needles of purification; an exit door
exit doors killed by a needle
need for dawn; said the man by the fire
Keys to life; a will to survive
a pair of gloves and a tattered jacket
Now, a walk down the past
lies a memoir carved into a spine
a scar; slowly healing
garbage-can found cold and dead
Nonsensical wastes replaces of warmth
warmth of an innocence stolen
a voice of warmth and a match says;
there used to be a man by the fire
Keys to life; a will that survived
a pair of gloves and a tattered jacket
…and a pervert dead!
Watch out cat
hold your bone dog
scoodle off rats
this is my land…
Home for the giant squirrel
head west and you’ll find me
munching on a tree
or the odd evil cat.
Squeak-a-here
and squeak-a-there
Rat-scoodler’s here to stay
in its own…
Laziness personified; sleepin’ on me
grains fallin’; colors stuck in deep,
pleasure; don’t forget the heart
animals; don’t run wild on the yard.
Burning on the ship; hypnotized
worms; creepy – crawling – disgusted,
see the day; fist to mouth
mouth to fist; it don’t mean shit!
Built shelters; lying for dead
dead for lieing; crazy world made,
apples of gold; realize a dream
children; forever and ever was an age.
Burning on the ship; hypnotized
worms; creepy – crawling – disgusted,
see the day; fist to mouth
mouth to fist; it don’t mean shit!
Drawing circles; doodling around in a womb
knots in shoes; brave straight to a tomb,
store room becomes a backdoor passage for a nap
tequila come around and bite me in the back.
Burning on the ship; hypnotized
worms; creepy – crawling – disgusted,
see the day; fist to mouth
mouth to fist; it don’t mean shit!