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Just the same My nerves are aquiver Confined to their nests Of turbulent skin The arteries rage Indignant And bourbon deep To snuff out The fires Of inner distress Still I curse With foolish vigor Gleefully spilling The gutter’s Disgraceful refrain Just the same I fume so young Mindlessly prowling For a homeland’s Most coveted…
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As treetops covet The autumn grey skies I’d drowse Into a long awaited calm Drawing peace In bound For northern solace And true To the shoreline’s Of home Silence enshrouds My every gripe As time disbands And all I know Is coddled to rest
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The fault thrives in me Through and through In each moment I thieve The slightest of gusts Disorder Rings in my name In the words I spill With young And casual ease Never mind The passersby The onlookers Simmering In their rightful disdain For madness Surely thrives In this feckless stride Aimed For the call…
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I’ve no truths to spare From these caverns Of self-neglect Enshroud By hatred’s Devilish fumes Where my words Tread light In a callous whisper I’ve no truths to spare From this low This miserable hush For all I bear Are the loathsome gripes Of a fool awash In the surf Of his truth-bearing doubts
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Claustrophobia Burrows within To expel my form From this den Of untiring vice Upon sobering Solid ground The open breeze Prevails With impassioned strength With open panes I receive The bountiful world Clear and restored to its prime With firm treads I yearn For the morrow’s trove From beyond, the coils Of nurturing ground
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Steamed To the brink of madness The mere urge to walk Is singed away The endless parting streams Are the daily scourge Of my sunbathed And sweltering Span of flesh Heat encompasses My sliver of earth A devilish and heinous Curse I am urged to endure The plight to brave Through to gracious shadow The…
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Through the revolving door The quiet is swift In a blood-starved Heartless gust Beyond Are crimson walls Recklessly coated In age old Fits of despair Heartache falls away Ensnared in bliss Crumbling With all We are meant to seize In through The revolving door Time concedes To a thunderous And spiteful demise Boxed away Savored…
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Cinderblock words Could never depart From lips Forever bound and solemn And so heartache Freely rages Caverns deep Rendering All courage to ember The immense weight Of pleasantries Drain away, the bulk Of my youthful resolve As thriving scores All chatter Beyond their means Stocked With their songs Of day-to-day strife
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Slip softly Into nightfall’s Swerving Treacherous decline Full On kindred endeavors The aspiring mad Who yearn For those same Nurturing fumes One by one We dissolve Gracefully carted To our isles Amid the raging swill To a joyfully reckless stagger Rotten with youth Sure, to its hideous Crashing demise
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The low rumbling Never ascends to much Wheeling in the shroud Of defeatist dreams It begins As a droning Amorphous notion For which I starve From these blistering Shackles of rage The prey dissolves Into a thick grey mist Never to sustain Forgotten As fear envelopes me
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