Was it a sequence Of words Drifting in and out Like the last time I tried to sleep Through the Drowning sands With silica dreams And dry-mouth Failures How high Were the tides That time I slipped On my way Back up To city streets Polluting The last thing Which made Any difference In all …
Somewhere within These illicit words Is an addiction Strung out On hope Stained With screams Of regret Colored With mortal decay Left thirsty Stripped To its core Hollow, ruminating, replicating Through blank spaces Within the only thing We know as real Pounding These pages Left empty In the belief This all Leads To something Different …
I can hold you In my arms And tell you All the lies You've been longing To hear And mean Every word I say Because those lies Are the same lies I've been dreaming Of, for so long And we'll lose Ourselves In blind Blissful Ignorance
It's too late For the light to change These adornments Permanent Fixed to the existential Crisis of the moment We find it better To run For the outstretched Grasping hand Of assured And absolute Absurdity Of uncertainty
If I could have seen Known this, years before When I had nothing No color, only sound Echoing throughout, between Innocence in the past tense Uninvited and unwelcome With more loss to come Before we understand The crippling effects Of double digits and time Old bones would be known Soon enough But not soon enough …
We see angels And we see demons They carry These things We can't let go Dancing from Room to room Through doors Left open In the spaces Between hello And regret Where They reside Waiting For you To decide If this is Heaven Or is it Hell
I know It’s painful to watch But necessary The destruction Of what you’ve become In the name Of justice Distorted Painted with The blood Of the group Think Your identity Lost To the throbbing Mass Of outrage And intolerance No longer accepting Of those Who are different From you You gave up So much In …
