at me
and I’ll try to write something using them.
Something I’m trying since I’m posting less of my writing because I’m being more selective as I want to keep some ‘exclusive’ for potential publishing in the future.
Sunday Wordle: Break apart
Do you still decry my heart
after all these years
since you watched me fall?
And in your tunnel vision
do you sense
I’m still married to the squall?
do you scry the skies
and see
A little boy who didn’t want to mend
fallen into manhood
trying to break apart
peacefully piece by piece?
In the hopes that in my nothingness
peace could be contained
in all the scattered shards of me
Lyrics: Our alienation
They should have left me to die
before I
became an abstraction
I am alien. (to be repeated twice)
Alienation
walls
made out of talk
our alienation
we’re abstraction
driven to distraction
our alienation
We are alien
I am alien
or are we
Origami people
folded
and put onto earth
as if we never were
a part of her.
Alienation
walls
made out of talk
we’re abstractions
driven to distraction
our alienation
I am alien
We are alien.
(back to 1st verse)
We are alien
Our alienation.
Sunday wordle: Tennis ball
The world is a tennis ball
we’re unravelling her skin
we’re only animals
trying to eat
but we took too much
from the feast
We are a shadow on the earth
turning ourselves into stone
with language that separates us
from the fire in the flame
we burned
Lyrics: Can’t breathe
Sometimes when I can’t quite figure out how to write an idea I get my guitar and play it (badly) and often the strumming brings words out and I will sing (extremely badly) any thoughts that come out of my head.
No I can’t really write music, I just strum a long and see what flows. My guitar playing is…. bad. So I don’t have music to this, and no, I really, really, can’t sing! So it will have to remain written only.
This anxiety has filled my lungs with the sea
I can’t breathe
And I’m supposed to make a recovery
but when I leap up to the surface
I can’t breathe
A fish out of water
in society
And all the people
talk about the likes of me
‘what and who should they be?
I love freedom
look at me
but lock him up
he’s a freak.’
And this anxiety
has filled my lungs with the sea
I can’t breathe
I leap to the surface
a fish out of water in society
and I can’t breathe.
‘We should open up the circus
he can be an orca in a tank
bang your hands and feet against the glass
provoke him and you’ll see
he will seethe
and that will confirm our beliefs
And this anxiety has filled my lungs with the sea
And I can’t breathe
And I’ve got to make a recovery
in this fucked up society
and I can’t breathe
Badly drawn boy
I am not afraid.
I am not afraid.
I’m a frayed end
tattered
ragged
unravelling
threadbare
fretting
Sweating the big and the little stuff and fluff
I am not afraid.
I am a scribble on paper
angrily scrawled
A flipbook
restlessly static
Tangled in squiggles
you can rip me up
scratch the pages, my skin
I am not afraid
I’m a badly drawn boy
dressed in a mans masquerade
Too human
You’ve got to be super sane
to fight for the rights of your people
Because if you don’t act like a ducks back
if you let them see the slightest crack
they will shake their fists
‘see this is why we can’t talk to the likes of you,
you’re too emotional
mentally ill.’
So I guess we’re supposed to be robots
but then haven’t you heard of the uncanny valley?
we’d still be too human for you!
And that is the crux of the issue
Fools rags
Our sanity is all the fucking fashion
gotta be the good one so they’ll listen
Don’t quite shift the status quo
and they might just leave you alone.
Our sanity is all the fashion
Must put on my best mask
mustn’t break, must learn to be a ducks back
Must be Sisyphus rolling that boulder there and back
forever and ever
musn’t fucking break.
Gotta be always fucking sane
be a good one to wipe the extremes away
because they only believe the headlines
that’s what they bring up in the head lights
when you shine them on their eyes
you try to argue your case
they twist your words
and squirm away
‘look at the headlines!’ they say
Because man bites dog is common in their eyes
they’ve seen it in black and white
they know more than you or I
it was in the fools rags
man bites dog, it happens everyday.
A freak: Warning lots of F words.
Don’t say you weren’t warned.
I’m a freak
A fucking freak
if only I could own it
I’m a freak
A fucking freak
A fucking pretender
an agitator
A fucking freak
trying to be normal
A fucking freak
Is that a bad thing?
I don’t know
I’m a fucking freak
But they call me a fucking sheep
I’m an alligator
A fucking agitator
A pretender
A fucking freak
I’m an accumulation of freakish things
A caricature of society
A reflection of mans insanity.
Earth
She existed only in the periphery of their vision. No one saw that in her was reflected truth. But maybe they had sensed it and that was why they never turned. She was a mirror, a fractured caricature of the society they tried to withhold.
They treated her presence like the absence of something long forgotten.
She was the earth and the bubble, the ecosystem that sustained them. Yet they dare not look.
The roads they paved both physically and metaphorically were scars upon her arms and wrists. And she bleeds away her sustainability while they continue to carve and crave more and more.
And while the Jays perch upon her oak crown and paint the forests, they cut them down. And sometimes she could forgive them, they were after all animals themselves. And some trees got put to good use but then they started to cut too much
And the land bared it’s bone.
