Standing from a crouch
As the wind tries to pull me down
My heart beating with fury
Ready for a shakedown
Seeking and fighting for glory
Trying to be the man I ought to be
© 2016 June
Standing from a crouch
As the wind tries to pull me down
My heart beating with fury
Ready for a shakedown
Seeking and fighting for glory
Trying to be the man I ought to be
© 2016 June
The music continues
Like it’s all not happening
It’s surreal
Noticing time doesn’t stop
When tragedy strikes the clock
It keeps ticking
Time not registering
Your departure
And the music continues
I sit back in my chair
Drinking up the empty air
Dust in my lungs
Grief stricken
and it’s so surreal
How time doesn’t care
How it doesn’t just stop there
Spits you out and strips you bare
And the music continues
© 2016 June
I want to be the silence
That accelerates the breaks
A thunder storm of shock
Rolling across your face
To communicate the ferocity of this pain
I could never abbreviate this self hate
Encapsulate it for you to contemplate
I want to be the knife
That cuts through the silence
Before you call in the sirens
Remember I tried to be an island
Battling these tyrants
Running amok in my head
The asylum
I tried to be defiant
But I never could imagine
Sisyphus smiling.
© May 2016
A foghorn in the night
A mist descended
Forlorn misfortunes intended
Belief in love suspended in a noose
And the lighthouse bathes the shore in light
But you can’t see it For your plight
©May 2016 (I think)
Gonna get me a porkpie hat
Sit in new York and listen to jazz
Kick my feet back, relax
Just what the doctor ordered
When I get out of Alcatraz
He said
Get them new shoes
And wear ‘em in
Don’t listen to that gype
when they can’t handle your stripes
And remember young man
When they generalise
It may be true
But that’s your chance
To be an individual you!
So get on those damn new shoes
© 2016 May
Just a brown eyed boy Hiding under the brim of his hat Another goodbye So I’ve shed some skin Another callus on my soul © 2016 May
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Our torrent affair
could only end
in liquid cruelty
Undulant sorrow
Immense and dizzying
Sweet and repugnant
with each transgression
Kissing oblivion
(C) 2016 March
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Lonesome men
Lounge in Alcatraz
Dragged up
Off their ass
Battered & crazy
Drugged up on Benzedrine
Screaming skeletons
Staggering to psychotherapy
Consciousness
Like a harlequin
Running its mouth
With no words
It’s all a pantomime
Conforming ourselves
Hopeless
Into cemeteries
(C)2016 March
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Unappreciated hearts
become frozen
till they resemble
only absence
But consider
The same is true
Of hearts
Too much loved
(C) 2016 March
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Curtains drawn
Darkness
Enchanting ghosts
Of kisses past
From a love
Not built to last
Falling into
Idleness
Feeble hearts
Dressed in blue
Waiting for
Breath renewed
With
Butterflies
In stomachs
Approaching
Absence
(C) 2016 March
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