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Yes I’m ready for the flaming hearth All the pelting hailstorms, To bloat beyond reason On stuffing and ham Yes I’m ready, To bundle away my flaws Safe and snug against the cold Yes I’m ready to shudder On the long journeys home In barrages of rain, Love-struck and deranged To huddle among family Through…
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The evils of the night before Have scattered in a blast, Scorched out of being By a silver sun I was freed by first light Uprooted, Sent soaring In its fiery wisp Tomorrow I’ll crash Upright in regret, Pinned in place Once again Before the night reels me in
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Where do I turn In this maze of crazed line-breaks? Contorting my mind Until it mirrors its mayhem When is the song meant to fall Unreeling into silence? When do the notes start to stall Then fade out with grace?
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Her home is now a fading glimmer Burned into the asphalt, Charred to deep shades Of black, white and grey The villainous fumes Still live on the prowl In each summer night’s breeze Retelling their crimes
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Grasping each day At the hem of a lifelong ghost Has it all been a waste? Clamoring Reaching, as I’ve been taught To feed the illusion To preserve myself Who I’ve perceived for so long My arms start to quiver Someday they’ll relent And fall to my sides In permanent peace No longer meant to…
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My plentiful well of words Was spoiled in the night Now I stagger into morning, In a sickly daze Stubbornly I wade, Only slowing to a crawl As this rotgut burns And foams in my stomach My infinite well Will force me to ramble Until the day That I slur my last words To a…
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Ashes to ashes The past just flames and crumbles To a mountainous pile Of centuries lost Tomorrow is revealed, Piece by piece Scrawled into existence The further I stray The present expands As it burns away Whether I remain still Or I dash on in fear
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An entire era of fortune Has slipped beneath the waves Rising on its stern, Ruptured and groaning On a shadowy descent I only caught a glimpse In the pale morning light, Swimming to its port side After the waves rushed the breach My struggle was in vain, I was meant for the shallows To live…
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I am destined to slip through their fingers Like fine grains of sand, Taken up by any breeze Before honestly grasped I will fall through their claws; Rushing to rejoin The rolling sand-drifts Of the wasted and flawed
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To be envied while flying high Universally despised, While karma lurks throughout me, Answering the prayers Of wayward friends I foolishly indulge In these sickly daydreams When I’m pinned beneath the treads Of these villainous times I indulge in these reveries; Thrashing in the deep As the waves reach high To claim me as their…
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