Into Flight

It’s silent now,

and I know how quiet I’ve been…

reflecting… feeling like I’m,

Wrapped in a blanket of judgment.

I’d tell you a story, but starting here is closer to the ending.

It’s been gory since the beginning. I’ve spared the gritty details and

If I could glean a clean insight to whats keeping the tension tight,

in the air tonight; I just might – take you back to

when it didn’t matter about winning or losing;

To a time when my head wasn’t spun – When fun was simple fun,

before everything stating binding and ever since,

have been unwinding!

But I’m afraid through all your unwinding; the pieces of you

the birds are finding; Once chewed through, are not worth shit for glue –

You’re not a chicken,

Yet the feathers of the flock might stick to you may reveal what’s true;

You’ were meant to fly;

Mans greatest hour comes

when he rises above the external and internal clamor,

faces all the demanding faces, and his own;

and silences all the voices..

Counts the cost and knows there’s only 2 choices -.

Instead of just giving in, stands tall and in the face of adversity.

And when things get grim, remains calm through the storm within

I could tuck my tail and turn, crash and burn, but I’ve learned,

I’m prepared to make every wrong – right!

When I’ve finally cleared the run way I’ll take off! – into flight!

Satisfied to know that all my on-lookers,

never before… held such a sight.

 

 

 

 

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To Eternity – or bust!

kick me in the face!

wake me up

shake me hard

tell me I am alive!

Look around a bleak world

realized I have survived!

 

Only to entertain lies

of those who’ve lied

about love.

Shove them from a roof,

let the truth

splatter on  the cement,

I cannot lament

this absurdness.

 

Do we go on and dance again.

Do we play the song over?

I think, my dear,

our  time for dancing has come to a close.

I think we know where this goes.

Ill be in the hood,

here’s a rope… head for the gallows.

Long Live the User

Online, initialize automatic type in “Facebook.com” habit;

I’m trapped,

So I’m gonna drivel some crap into your lap;

Who could have predicted! – I’m addicted! –  to the rap of societies fallacy;

telling me what to be.

All I see is I – claiming I must be another peon easily preyed on;

Every time I log on, hours are sucked away and so far

I’ve seen the “worst prom” and “wedding photos”,

Rock stars and celebrities, once the life of many parties – burned out druggies.

Today… I hate to say it – I relate –

but in-spite of the rat race, I’m making an effort to break pace.

I’m spinning off my hamster wheel;

expressing how I feel;

as deep and real as I see it,

An effort to stand out as a little more original,

but I’m quickly becoming cynical,

opinionated,

and tyrannical too!  No matter what I do, when I sign on to escape;

My gestures are either too soon or too late!

Tempering a reality of individualistic idiocies of  myself

ground up, then filtered through main stream media;

The strong arm of conformity churning the grinder,

Ever beckoning.

Signing into the socials that slowly tear on my soul;

it’s up for debate; I feel a little more fake, a little less whole,

especially for the times I chose to be blind and spread hate!

Burning network to network – another person!

Another machine of the mind! Convincing us it has what we wish to find!

Just another gate,

Keypads and pixels,

dispel the spell,

we’re just stealing time and tampering with fate!

 

Humble Mumblings

And if even “The Greats” were just mere regular,

idiosyncratic – day to day observers of society;

Loud muses that mused nonsense – out of boredom,

stress relief, simple idiotic entertainment –

What of me then? My so called art – ponderings

of a directionless point becoming less with each …

*Sigh* … It’s insane enough I talk out loud to myself,

God help me when I actually take time to write down

the humble mumblings of my inner muse.

I’m easily amused, taking advantage of space and time,

making rhymes – poetry is as poetry does, line for line.

Poetry is like life – random and chaotic,

occasionally coming together beautifully in wondrous ways.

Poetry is life.

The best lines obtained through years of disillusionment and pain.

The never ending struggle to fight; Finnish the race!

The journey, discovery and utilization of what it  means to not just live – but to actually feel connected to your being;

That is living.

… That is poetry…

Die-sect

At the center of the equation,

the ultimate variable that changes;

The “in between” that will always be “in between”?

 

If I used numbers for letters to solve problems,

would I still be a genius in my own mind?

Or would I still be a mad man, lost in his own ‘verse,

staged before the common junkie, to be ridiculed?

 

I’m no mathematician: An artist of the language,

maybe once or twice – then the parasites started talking

by squirming violently; They will never tell you personally,

but they are not happy.

 

I really don’t know  how they got in my head,

They must of entered in my ear,

cause with out uttering a word, I hear… everything I dread,

 

Oh the time is coming,

Everything is building up,

the gears are winding and winding!

Something is going to… snap…

 

I’m still at an impasse; X trying to balance wh-Y-at.

If you need an angels dead hand,

reach for my finger tips – they’re in the jar next to my jaw.

 

 

Welcome Home

Why does this world make me feel so alone?

I want to leave every one alone

I want to leave them stripped to the bone

 

Welcome home… Welcome home…

Welcome… home

 

Cries my lonely skeleton in the closet

he screams “My bones, my bones my bones”

What about when I am all alone…

come home to my lonely bones…

 

The home movies wont look the same;

with you cut out of the picture frame;

you were my dame… now nothing looks the same…

 

Welcome home… Welcome home…

Welcome… home

 

 

Why does this world make me feel so alone?

I want to leave every one alone

I want to leave them stripped to the bone

 

Why does this world make me feel so alone?

Cries my lonely skeleton in the closet

he screams “My bones, my bones my bones”

What about when I am all alone…

come home to my lonely bones…