The hails of bays
and bales of hay
are all here stale to stay.
Rails of waves
and ocean caves
the tails of snakes
Jails are stained
by males in pain
when we sit and watch
our fails remain.
off ale and rain
we watch our fails sustain.
I've heard people say many times things such as
"I just want to get away from the rat race",
"I just want to go to a place
where things are more laid back",
or "I just want to live on an island
with no worries, somewhere hot,
where I can go to the beach!"
The shit just goes on and on.
I was one of those people.
Believing I could just throw my troubles out
and move to a place more relaxed and carefree.
I grew so tired of holding myself back that I decided to actually do it.
I packed my bags, got on a plane one day and left.
Left all my troubles and worries behind me
and moved to an island in the Mediterranean.
When I reached my destination
I was relieved, reborn, rejuvenated.
Not a worry in the world.
Long story short, it all looked better on paper.
My problems are all back. My headaches are worst.
The heat is killing me.
And now I just want one thing.
I just want to go home...
wherever that is.
I've always believed in futures.
We hold them, we make them
we change them, we shape them.
We rape them and take them
back to the basement.
But when things get dark, just look up.
As you look right there then you see,
you'll turn your nightmares into dreams.
Tired.Exhausted.Drained. I'd love to sleep. But I cant. Not until I get my fix. The longer I'm awake the better the high. Its like every night I just float. Like a ghost or a cloud or a balloon. A balloon filled with a cloud of nitrous being huffed by a ghost. I hate me because I want it. I'm crazy because I love it
Tired. Exhausted. Drained The average person gets six to ten hours of sleep every night of their life. Give me four and I'll be happy. Give me three I'll be just fine. Give me two I'll stay a day. Give me none and I'll do more in two days than you'll do in a week. But give me six and I'll feel like shit.
I'm mostly angel
but you know sometimes we fall.
Right through our halos
straight down to the Devil's walls.
Till we're sustained low
and getting lower overall.
With debts I may owe.
And ones that I know are called.
Samael made those
demons that reside in my palms.
And though I pray slow
and keep reciting my psalms.
I feel as they grow
right into a blood cluster bomb.
Shouting I say "NO!
I have control of you all."
The Poet This is it. The place where image becomes word. Where memories are vague & voices are heard. Where everything's true and trees are people. Where bad is good and benign is evil. This is a world where life is given to all and anything in my vision. Where forgotten letters are lost forever but then replaced now new for better. I'm misunderstood and mocked by most. But they're just pawns and clocks and ghosts. Where I lack with my hands I make up with my words replacing canvas and strings with paper and verbs. I'll write until I'm far and gone. This life is short. This art is long.
Now its a few after noon
sittin in his room
he's got nothin left to do
but run to the moon
Redundant is the fool
that's keepin' him in line
until he sees what he means
when he speaks with his mind
He went around the corner
down the block and out of state
and ended up in jail
in Ohio by the lake
on his way to New York
to see what he could make
of his dreams and his talent
till a judge sealed his fate.
His tank was finally empty
but he broke down smilin'
and grabbed a pen and pad then wrote
"Pressure Makes Diamonds"
The emptiness of this sickness sits in the pit of my stomach as I lay back and plummet to distances reminiscent in the scene of a summit. This is all what I wanted. I sold my soul on the side of the road for glittered glass and a handful of gold.
My thirst for blood turns me on so sweet.
Baby girl don't speak
I only want you to flee. To chase those feet
Stabbing the gums with
jaggedly strung analgesics.
When we were one you could have
given two fucks or three shits.
You broke me
into millions of pieces
and when putting myself back together
I lost sight of what peace is.
So I'll tell you right now,
I'm still on the prowl
because my hunger, it growls
for your blood in a towel.
You should know
a life I cant take,
a town I cant strafe,
a world I can't break.
So leave your back behind you
and pull your trigger back behind you.
The blank in the slot.
The blank on your face. The blood on mine.