Friday, September 24, 2010

Hey kitty kitty...

You tiny ball of fur.
You stole my chicken heart.
Smiling to your self.
As you willingly depart.

Hiding in your shell.
All calm and quiet today.
Your little whiskers shine.
As you lazily play.

Wrapped around your finger.
At your royal command.
Treating you to luxury.
Bowing to your demand.

Your slow heartbeat rhymes
With the song that's in my feet.
Love me as I love you,
And I'll protect you as you sleep.

Karma

I let go, sick.
He clung on.
Minutes ticked.
He moved on.

I looked up.
And thanked the lord.
The cycle's ended.
All aboard!

This ship has sailed.
My dream has failed.
A new horizon cried.
For me, unaware.

Black light fades.
His aura invades.
He filled the void.
That another had made.

I dissolved.
I evolved.
New hopes reside.
Outside, inside.

Two days apart.
Two different souls.
One tore me apart.
Another made me whole.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Tripp!

Woohoo, party's on, she watched me with her smile.
Woohoo, I lived a life of sadistic happy lies.
Woohoo, the desert's dry and hot and heavy.
Woohoo, lovely girl, I am your's tonight.

Boohoo, you spilled my drink and I am pissed.
Boohoo, my slang's British and you aren't dissed.
Boohoo, you're not real and neither is your hair colour
Boohoo, I will not care for I love this dizzy weather

/End of bullshit. Happy birthday to me!!!!!

Daddy o'

When the curtain falls and the claps fade
Will you be proud of me?
When I smile in my sleep two hours later
Will you be proud of me?

When I tell you how I stood up for my beliefs
Will you be proud of me?
When I grow a year older and realize my goals
Will you be proud of me?

Even if I fall, even if I cry and lose my way
Will you be proud of me?
When you drench yourself in my loquacious multi-enthnicity
Will you be proud of me?

When I pack on the pounds and kick up my feet
Will you be proud of me?
When I pass on the genes of your mighty pure blood
Will you be proud of me?

Daddy o' daddy, sweetest daddy of my perfect predetermined life
Will you be proud of me?
Daddy o' daddy who nursed me through the death of despise
Will you be proud of me?

When in the deepest of my doldrums I seek my nirvana
Will you be proud of me?
Even if I seek you and you can only wave goodbye
Will you be proud of me?

When the city burns in a purple Leo haze
Will you be proud of me?
When I'm reborn from my descendant blaze
Will you be proud of me?

Monday, May 3, 2010

Shallow Nerd

You don't see beyond the flesh that decorates that smile.
You're just a number tucked away in the bottom of a file.
Flash and crash, splash and dash, insignificant as dust.
That layer of chrome was painted all over the rust.

Body, mind, spirit died a perfect circle ago.
Broken links of chain forever lost and more.
Whole again never as you cursed the soul away.
Insignificant denier as your mask crashes away.

You are ugly as your art and drier than that wine.
Toss your glass, lament the loss and lay as low, supine.
On that fence yet on both sides, my love I search for you.
Tear that poster, show your pain with that raw gentle blue.

Why can't you heal inside out, dance the blisters away?
Why can't you strum your guitar the mathematical way?
Categorizing your clothes by colour and never ever by price.
Will this final awakening in rainbow rush suffice?

I hide I hide to seek the dawn that hails the blackened sun.
On mountain tops that dead plants love in the summer-rerun.
I will never find either of your footprints in the ocean of hormones.
Stumble, grin, cavort, distort the dredge of skin and bones.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Fifteen years ago.

Fifteen years ago he played with his toys.
Today all he does is play with Her dreams.
Fifteen years ago he was never the timid child.
Today every dark thought fuels his screams.

Fifteen years ago a tub of ice cream made his day.
Today his respite lies in his daily fix of weed.
Fifteen years ago Mama made that big blue sweater.
Today stealing from Walmart is his adrenalin deed.

Fifteen years ago he cried when Max fell off the ledge.
Today he relives dreams when they ran through the forest rain.
Fifteen years ago he picked up that violin and that drum.
Today he wonders why he did, what was there to gain.

Fifteen years ago he was safe under his roof.
Today the dark skies shield him from aliens beyond.
Fifteen years ago Rosie kissed him on his cheek.
Today he drowned himself in the muck of the deserted pond.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Rush

Red crimson blood, splash, crash.
Sweat, warm, hot, they were rash.
Dry, parched, loving every moment.
Rush.

Hell, heaven, everything between.
On the stage, behind the scene.
Everything is blurry tonight.
Rush.

Honey, chocolate, feline nocturnal.
Electricity lives, dies, regular, phenomenal.
Lilith is the fury, Luna scorned.
Rush.

Foreign tongues, vivid lights.
Guttural vowels, mystery smiles.
The dream will die, but who cares?
Rush.

Mercury

Superficial you are as you cry those tears.
The sadness replaced by indefinite fears.
Fickle indeed are the bricks beneath your feet.
As you sit in the corner, flashing your teeth.

Boring are the words that you spout at the moment.
Meaningful rarely but exquisite as your amusement.
Tics that you hide behind give you away.
Deception denied as the mask withers today.

Blubbering through the dead cold nights.
The twins cry out as the third one fights.
Agree, disagree, compromise, hate.
This will not work out, there is no fate.

Settle down, love, make a choice, make a wish.
One step at a time does a kilometer make.
Going around in circles, ellipses more often.
The distance varies but remains so certain.

Uniting the quarters that multiply often.
The harshness must endure, the edges may soften.
Flying with the wind as the end approaches.
There's more to life than gossip and beaches.