anybody have a bed I can borrow
I would just like to hide under the
sheets for a while

My Life

I live my life the best I can
which includes the pains of life
the ones that hurt the physical
and others kill the emotional

wanting to scream of the agony
but always keep it in
don’t hurt me again if you will
and go and dream of your friends (ex)

the legs are screaming, so is the head
this moon is causing too much pain
with it’s ups and downs and all arounds
enjoy her for she is your friend

I feel people should see me clearly
but they tend to miss the point
I shoot straight, right in your face
not disguised behind metaphors

so I shall open my eyes and let them tear
I’m blaming it on the moon
she’s not good to me this harvest
and I know she will be gone soon

Travel On

I wrote this one over a year ago and found it in a file this morning. I have come far from here so do not think this is me now.

Travel On

divorce and depression
walk together side by side
never letting go of the other
holding on by the will of satan

I can’t break loose, stuck in
the muck and mire of a golden hoof
everything falling around me
as I sleep away the possibilities
of life

yes, I left you, yes I wanted to
yes, I needed to, yes, I left you
and what I thought was the main
move, all it seems to have done
was to give me room for depression

I need to get up, need to stand again
need to walk down the street with my
head held high, not down at my feet
preparing myself for the major fall
for it all,
just giving up as I careen
the sidewalks, kicking dust as I go
don’t cha know
I need to rise through the ashes of her
All of her, nothing left unturned
I might be ok to travel on