Oak

Eyes wide shut,

A head three feet thick.

Body immovable,

Mind inscrutable.

From limb to limb,

Sickness reeks within.

Memories of nights before

Are nothing anymore.

Clothes on the floor,

Such nakedness is hard to ignore.

World, spin no more,

Of this I do implore.

Fires burn my eyes

Yet with such subtle tenderness.

My pain disappears into the air

Like a sweet puff of smoke.

With an utterance I am gone

Regretting each step to the door.

Time is both friend and foe

And this time the coin has come up heads, rather than tails.

Like a leaf in the wind

I am constantly blown about

With nowhere permanent to go.

Maybe some day that will change

And I can just lay there

With nothing more important

Than being there, with you. 

Black and Yellow

blue misty mountains 

golden white fields

black serpentine seas

the hand strikes twice

with only one go around

ear to ear with tainted white all aglow 

my gift is that which is given and not asked for.

puff and sip 

the universe circles above my head.

chaos in motion

what's all the commotion?

a pillow to lay my head

floor to floor I search for a new bed

stripped for good measure

what else could bring such pleasure?

hands of god

such wonders of gentle stokes

tender flesh intertwined 

what perfection is so inclined?

black holes to search through

nothing more than a cloud of horrendous virtue.

through the looking glass they come

trying to obtain anything from

I'm above the influence

because I am the influence.

the tightrope walk

with a crooked disposition 

life is one big inquisition 

so fuck generational tradition.

Crazy or Not

call me what you will

just let me know when you've had your fill.

happiness in a pill

ain't no thrill.

all I want to do is chill

and live according to my own will.

call me crazy if you please

for it doesn't really matter to me.

you see,

it's the only way for you to explain

such uncertainty.

I do what I feel

rather than waste away

not knowing if what was inside of me was real.

sit there and condemn what I do

but I, not you, am the one offering something very true.

continue to lock away everything you feel

and soon numbness will be the only thing that's real.

some day you'll see

that the crazy you thought me to be,

was really the truth right in front of thee.

The Real You

Such bittersweet sorrows

At the alter of fate.

Mere mortals we stand

With nothing but flesh and bone as protection.

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run.

Did you have your fun?

Did you sell too much of your soul?

Where have you gone sweet child,

Where did you go?

Did you have your fill,

Are you finally content?

Such games should not be played

For the fire will eventually burn the hand of its creator.

Come home again

And be rid of this persona.

Love again

And live as you

From this point to the end. 

Revolution

Darkness has swept over the land

And the hour to stand

Has come with greater urgency.

The pillars we stand upon

Are filled with an air of injustice

Rather than the stones of equality.

Put down your books

And stop being controlled

By those swill crooks.

Be released from the bonds of history

And embark on ideals lost to capitalist hypocrisy.

Gather in the streets

And wander into the bliss

That is the great unknown.

Change must strike down idleness

With the mighty fist of hope.

The gutter shall be cleaned

And its dwellers raised up

Like the sun on a new day.

 Such diseases have festered too long

And no longer can they live.

The days of oppression are numbered

And the winds of fate will take their course.

So rise soldier

And bears arms

For such a war.

Words be our bullets

And nonviolence our bombs,

None shall stop such a force

And peace shall finally overcome.

Moving On

Lying in a pool of blood

Wishing I had not loved.

Time lost and pieces cost

What does a man have to do

When being naked is not enough?

What does a man do

When sacrificing ain’t enough?

The twinkle in my eye

Shattered into little pieces

Of broken glass

Replaced by a stain glass

Of painful memories

And distant times

Why did you leave

Me alive?

Why did you

Let me endure this pain?

Blind to the sun

And everything I had done

What use is trying to live on?

Six feet deep

Is where I shall reap

My just reward.

This wind swept land

Can’t hold down this one man band.

Everyone else may be content

With taking a number

But no line is worth waiting in

When it leads to old age policies.

Dressed in black

I’m leaving and not coming back.