Skip to main content

09













09



Skipping rocks/
And missing clocks/
As the hands of time inch and flop/
Around towards a trip we thought/
We all knew we were taking, drifting off/
Towards bigger proj-/
Ects, starting as little tots/
And graduating as the beginning aughts/
Faded into shimmering prom-/
Ises and distant plots/
To live alot/
A decade later, were limping, caught/
In a simple prob-/
Lem we learned to dismiss and talk/
About like it didnt exist at all/
Inner mon-/
Ologues are sick and cough-/
Ing on these/
Honest/
Innocent goals we had, drinks mixed and foll-/
Owed by pills and rot-/
Ten cheap liquor/
We figured/
Would take the edge and rip it off/
We live in naus-/
Eous, presposterous/
Conditions that softened/
Our will to solve/
The hidden costs/
Of risking com-/
Mon hopes for a ballsy/
Dream it would take all of our skills to wrought/
Where the fuck is the realest shot/
This idealist fought/
For his steely spot/
With passion, so the world would mirror the pot/
Stirring in his head, cheer the moss/
Growing/
As he slowly/
Realizes hes been here to watch/
His own life unfold/
And become old/
With grim despond-/
Ent tears to mop/
Up, his soul killed and lost/
Fuck that, I'll pick the lock/
To the chains that cripple all/
Of us, pissing off/
My simple harm/
I see the biggest, tall-/
Est portion of success, I will it, want/
To have it, not just to nibble on/
But to live and saunt-/
Er around screaming, "Fuck you", I'm still the Don/
Of my own life, a killer calm/
Because he lifted all/
Of his burdens and sent them lilting off/
Down the river called/
Life, propelled by the winds of change/
His indignant rage/
Was fulfilled and paid/
During those wistful days/
Where we would sit and talk/
About our biggest, strong-/
Est dreams, not bills and jobs/
Do you feel the spark/
That may course in-/
Side you, its grave's warming/
Cause it lays dormant/
As charades swarm you/
Because of the world's disdain for it/
Reclaim doors that/
Were locked away before this/
Opportunity was granted and age poured in/
To persuade orphaned/
Outcasts banished/
From their passions/
To understand this/
Grab it/
And finally change focus/
From play, stories/
And creating roaring/
Testaments/
To their definite/
Perfection in/
Their crafts to days courting/
Hours and weeks/
Depowering free/
Passionate speech/
With hazardous leech-/
Es with numbers like 8, 40/
And 65/
If we arrive/
At the end with a glimmer live/
In our misty eyes/
We'll be mystified/
As we sift and find/
That our shimmer lies/
In the realest light/
Clip the ties/
And gripping tight/
The hilt of my/
Sword, with the side/
Of the hill in sight/
Lips can lie/
But the truth is/
Conducive/
To the riddles plight/
So be ruthless/
And choose this/
Movement/
Exist to fight/
And we'll escape into the living night/

Popular posts from this blog

My Story Of Sexual Abuse

For J. Find peace.



The first time it happened was around the end of 1999. My Mom and my Aunt were busy prepping everything for the holidays, and my older cousin begged to babysit me. Looking back, though there was nothing that indicated what he would do to me, I now find it odd that he showed so much extra attention towards me. In the days prior, when all of the kids played whatever trivial games we dreamed up, he would go out of his way to ruin my fun. I remember one instance where we were playing Heads Up 7-Up or something similar, and though my head was down, he stopped the game and said that I was peeking at the other players, something banned by the rules. "No I didnt!", I protested. "Yeah you did, I seen you!", he'd reply mockingly. My two front teeth stuck out prominently due to a mix of bad genetics and awkward dental work, and I told one of my other cousins, in jest, that I'd gladly trade my teeth for hers. We laughed, until I heard him behind us.…

The Desert

The Desert



Dry air in a normally humid climate is not conducive to a strong immune system. The shock is sudden and violent on an unseen level, I'm sure.

I never thought I'd suffer from stifling congestion and repetitious fits of coughing while stationed in Hawaii, but I was proven wrong recently.

As I pen this, my throat, though healed and no longer reacting in an incendiary manner when forced to swallow, is as arid and barren as the Mojave.

My chest is harboring a veritable barricade of mucus, and each pill I pop, in hues of rose red, ocean blue and grass green, chip away at bricks of the stubborn, phlegmatic stowaways.

My nose is on the brink of suicide, and breathing in coats each gust of air with a Welcome Aboard package of sandpaper and gravel.

In short, I'm fucked.

Yesterday I spent half the evening limping around wincing, my side cramped by an invisible knife, present and piercing, jostling with each aching step.

Save for a few meandering sets and reps performed to…

Death Row

Death Row




I cant sleep/
Because these damn bleat-/
Ing fat sheep/
Harass me/
With thoughts of home everlasting/
They ask me/
If I'm doubting/
Whether I'll be happi-/
Er back there or out be-/
Ing the bad dream/
I've been to half the peop-/
Le I've known, just last week/
I slapped, beat/
Down three/
Annoying ass teens/
For laughing/
As I watched a movie slammed, beat/
After a savage week/
At work, I found these/
Hands swing-/
Ing grabbing/
Necks to gash and ring/
While attacking/
Panicking/
I stand, shriek/
And pass weak/
Guards, they cant catch me/
Tragedy/
Befalls actually/
Facts and brief/
Glass meet-/
Ings with a pastor week-/
Ly leaves me/
Seeking/
A deity/
To help free me/
But they keep me/
In this cage weeping/
Scheming/
To beat these/
Screws/
Loose/
Unleashing/
Rage when they leash me/
Up like a dog, deep things/
Run through my head underneath these/
Veins running varicose/
My demons seem/
To always be very close/
Air and smoke/
Are an errant joke/
The mirror p…