The loss left me cold, falling into sleep
Waking up to the IV and the stitches
The return of pain and the itches
Reality assets itself and the Horrible truth
They’ve saved me the sons of bitches.
Fertile Mind
If you were to ask about the shits I give
There wouldn’t be enough for a fly to live
Not a molecule of the detritus
That comes from deep inside us
Nothing could initiate a quark of gravity
To pull that metaphor from in the cavity
Deep in the nether regions of my mind
When you climb deep within and hope to find
A reason for me to judge the life another man lives
If his life is based on the consent he both asks and gives
To oppress my stranger, that’s an unknown brother
Just to impress the false morality of another
My way, my life.
…not yours
I remember
I remember a bully that was a frenemy
When we wasn’t fighting he would talk to me
The things he said had sense of normalcy
Now I know he was molested
Just like me
I remember…
The veins of my roots coming through the dirt
I remember…
The stitches in my soul to repair the hurt
I remember…
I remember the man who has beaten me
Only blood we had was from calamity
But he was part of the stepfamily
Pain wasn’t all he was teaching me
I remember…
The veins of my roots coming through the dirt
I remember…
The stitches in my soul to repair the hurt
I remember…
She had eyes the size of the world it seems
with a heart that was broken like her dreams
caught up in a torrent when she swims the streams
pale blue eyes whose tears can’t redeem
I remember
The veins of my roots coming through the soil
I remember
The rage in the blood that would make it boil
I remember
The agony I had to share so they’d recoil
I remember
Runaway, now the details do not matter
Be the same on another plain in another time
The path of destruction has tributaries
and the agony of survival is sublime
I remember…
The veins of my roots coming through the dirt
I remember…
The stitches in my soul to repair the hurt
I remember…
Life Time
Driving this meat machine that’s somehow twice my age
It bears the scars and fractures of a vessel for my rage.
They say a cheetah cannot change its spots
But it can say if you live or not
coming at you at the speed of hate
open mouth and shit falling out
Landing flat is what you’re about
And you’re taken when you hesitate
what I’ve seen would break a man
so I channel all the beasts I can
totems to protect my fractured mind
hearing pathetic woes
of the ones who walk on tippy toes
makes me want to slaughter to unwind
But I must be civilized
following these plans devised
to fold us into bleating herds of wool
sheared, naked, shivering
your own coat you’re delivering
while I refuse to play the fucking fool
Don’t follow me on this trip
blaze your own trail and mental slip
set the world on fire your own way
judge me and you judge yourself
your soul sold and there’s nothing left
you never want to come outside and play
This vehicle of flesh and bone is scorching down to ash
when it’s done don’t bury me, just throw me in the trash
Enemy of my Enemy
The enemy of my Enemy
May not be a friend to me
May share the same enmity
That created my first enemy
To come to terms with life
Means you’ve identified your death
Means you’ve found meaning in your breath
But do not accept the sentence
Do not ever rest
You’ve identified the enemy
It will swallow you in entropy
It will sit waiting for the inevitable breakdown of sanity
But sanity is the enemy of your enemy in the light
And you have to be crazy to continue with this fight
The enemy of my Enemy
May not be a friend to me
May share the same enmity
That created my first enemy