dip dip and don’t let the feeling slip satellites bouncing off stars taking pictures of our memories and we curl oh we’re born again when it gets too hot we can shatter glass placentas im too alone to give myself a talking to im too claustrophobic cause im running from the rain who it is that is the hope oh God its like im gonna choke – hey already have i wanna dig into the hole that ll my unsung heros ate from in their skin.
everyone is an is to him
everyone is not to she
them is all where the wind begins
where the dew drips is you and me
exfoliating the “im alones”
to drink the rain – bow the string
burning books to read the ash
all is left none we bring
standing on a starving suitcase
what we eat in turn we feed
us to them a spoon of marrow
them to us a tear to blead
three trees sway upon a mount
drinking from a common cup
two they wither one it sighs
shuts its mouth the two rise up.
act like i don’t
know i fear hurt, loss, insanity
i fear most of hurting the
one who seems so…
What a fool
i can’t write the fear i
won’t ever let it be read
i suppose i live totally
scared. im not sure
where does it stem from?
no
i must remain
as is, no change
no joy yet no pain but mine
hey Jesus. hey you.
what do you suppose i can do?
when each time i hear the door
i jump into that corner
of failed memories..and cry
where is the door?
where is the light? o
where am i?
looking down at my feet
i see only defeat
so i dance in the shadows
only to find
there can’t be any shadows
without light.
there’s no more use
of putting up a fight
im old
im weak
im beat by my enemy
cursed eyes
im yet unsure why
i believe your lies
looking through a film of red
at dead ambition
chaotic peace
the river is coming
much too fast
ive fallen from the tree of Judas
the real and not make this life
i find strife – my joy
pleasure – my pain
and the verdict falls on a
head not mine
i am i am not i will never be
able to bury the me inside of me
patience?
i try i need
but why this dillution
i still curl
still hide
and i cant tell you why
let her go her way
stop the games
cause we aint pawns to play
and today is the day
the bubble might just burst
i wanna do it right God
but man –
to relax is to be silenced
to be mute is another cage
and nor bars can hold this rage
stacked up stacked up
its my hole
but if i crawl out
everyone else in it is stuck
and that isn’t any good.
soaking up tears of blood
im startin to drown
climbing down
a rungless ladder
oh peace oh pain
i scratch in vain
but their feeding on something
much deeper than feeling
if i don’t move from this de-elevation
maybe i can stop the exfoliating
sheering shells of yesterdays
in all the ways a daze
a numb
oh wont You come
im going to hell
and i cant stop it
my innocence fell
made me a broken prophet