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
Then
I might be ok to travel on

Thinking

the thoughts of sensuality
are suddenly through my head
they pass along through everything
not a drop of me feels dead
my lips are parted awaiting yours
to join a simple kiss, or lashing
that makes me so damn hard
I just can’t stop from laughing
I wait for your tongue and teeth
to make me moan and make me groan
I have sensations everywhere
from my head down to my toes
I am hard to be and long for you
as one would a ever love
I push inside and as I do
to hear a slightest moan
the kind that makes me want to hold
so tight and never, ever let go
we sweat and sway through nite and day
nothing in our way, on and on
we go together, breathing like the dead
and then I say OMG! and deeper I still lay
a breath I have just taken as I
look around the room, alone I am
as a tear forms from my eye
I love you babe, so want you here
and this dream and I shall sway
until enough time goes by
when it will be today

The New World

Good morning America, how are ya
yea, right… why does that not sound
happy to me any longer

shouldn’t we all go back to hippieville
and love one another right now
well, that didn’t really work either

what if we accept the world
lower the borders and let everyone in
well, we sort of have already

then lets kick them all out
send everyone back from whence they came
impossible

stop guns? nope, stop munitions?
I don’t think so, too many video games
to try that now

how about we change our way of thinking
we are totally part of the world now
and feeling its pain

remember the Alamo…
fuck, lets remember life and how precious it is
and guard our neighbor

Welcome to the world America
do not drop your guard, always looking, always watching
for the next one to come along

*sigh* for it will

Boston Marathon

WTF
who can say
why blow up the Marathon today
what are you thinking
whose it all for
why don’t you give me friggin call
lets talk some trash
lets drink the rye
then you can tell me
what was on your mind
how many people were you trying to hurt
who were you after
and a damn good why
wtf
who can say
why blow up the Marathon today
sixty injured
and two dead
all for the reason of…I just don’t know
did your sneakers not fit
are your undies too tight
my god man you just took two lives
and the injuries
were not scratches
a woman had her leg blown off
are you happy now
is this what you wanted
wtf
who can say
someone blew up the Marathon today