Jack & Jill

Sitting in a hole, waiting for the train
Too tired to feel this old, too late to start again
I leave my life behind, ruined by my hand
No-one to blame this time, I'm forsaken in this land

And everything is changing
All around it's blazing
You turned my whole world upside down
With all my heart I'm yearning
But it won't stop the burning
Now all our love's burnt to the ground

Under the blazin sun, my heart's forever charred
My nights go on and on, my days are dark and tarred
With every tear I hide, I drown the memory
But where the fire died it burnt a hole in me

And everything is changing
All around it's blazing
You turned my whole world upside down
With all my heart I'm yearning
But it won't stop the burning

Now all our love's burnt to the ground

And everything is changing
All around it's blazing
You turned my whole world upside down
With all my heart I'm yearning
But it won't stop the burning
Now all our love's burnt to the ground

Signal Disrupted

The bats are free of the belfry;

The crushing weight is gone now,

Only the emptiness remains.

 

The roads we cannot avoid

Become the ones we walk alone.

Each step takes you farther and farther from your home,

Then one day

 You no longer recognize the face in the mirror.

 

Each year cuts off another slice,

You don’t see them go

You feel their absence when they’re gone,

Coldness grows within becoming the hard clarity

Denying the vision of the minds eye,

Left with only the bitterness

Chases the bile down the throat.

 

Some meetings carve their mark

So deep

Inside

That

No length of days

Dull the feeling

Left behind.

 

Would haves,

Should haves,

And could haves

Decorate the walls of those memories,

Moving paintings telling stories that never were.

 

So much lies beneath the surface

I cannot shake it free.

Drops Left

He carries a scythe to cut you down 

Hard and fast while in the prime of life. 

I tried to chase after you in my clumsy disjointed fashion, 

But you never turned back to see. 

It never leaves you no mater the size or the weight, 

Once it’s created with enough pressure 

It forms a scar that you take with you ever after. 

People never leave your life as quietly as they enter. 

It is possible to lose yourself in future plans 

To hide from the reality that tomorrow is only a day away. 

You find the it needs space, 

You give it an office, 

Or it takes the living room. 

One doesn’t give the truth to another 

When they continue to lie to themselves. 

The dog days never leaveeeeee, 

They chase you throughout your life 

Always nipping at your heal. 

Yesterday’s debts are never cashed out; 

They lurk in the shadows on the summer afternoon 

Waiting for just enough darkness to come back to retrieve its pound of flesh. 

Nothing changes while you remain the same. 

Where do you find change 

When you wear the same skin day after day, 

You can never outrun yourself. 

Keep looking for a beginning 

But none are found 

When you have gone past the finish.

empty bottle

Solutions don’t find you

The blank stare that greats you from the mirror.

The broken record continues to play

The static hum that fills the space between the ears.

 I liked hearing your thoughts, it saddens me that you didn’t like mine.

The jacket, too warm to wear inside but I don’t want to take it off.

Fish moving into the net looking for the dinner table they never knew they wanted.

Thoughts bunch up like twigs in a stream

Another fat egg falling off the wall

The pieces were left out

The rats made off with the good bits

A slow simmer of the stone soup left out with no one coming

Another delinquent reminder of what’s crumbled beneath your weight.

I set the fish free to fill another mans wishes.

Bite the hand so it knows riding hood was always right

The emptiness is what takes you in the end

not with its cunning or guile

but through the slow drip of apathy 

You either die the hero or live long enough to become the villain.  

 

Seppuku

It takes small bites, 

Only nibbling at the edges, 

The beginnings don’t change. 

They suck the blood of the past 

To create a dream 

That was never meant to become,

 Churning out another half-baked idea

 That no one wanted 

And was never asked for. 

Falling sand, 

Passing through my fingers, 

With each grasp I hold less and less 

Until you disappear from me completely. 

I wanted you to stay 

Once the mask began to slip away 

You did as well; 

Were you only seeking the illusion 

That reflection of my former self. 

Am I just the dog 

Once again returning to its vomit, 

The broken clock 

Who is only right twice a day. 

Succumb again to the nothing 

It tugs once more 

To pull my insides out 

I’ll adorn them again, 

For no one to see but myself. 

Let the vapid smile and the biting scowl 

Keep them at bay; 

The stupid and the busy 

Only see what they are already looking for. 

Always ready to fall for the next story fitting their internal narrative, 

Eyes closed and oblivious to what they surround themselves with. 

I watch as others 

As they move like serpents through life 

Never hindered or deterred, 

Never a snag to catch them or hold their forward progress back. 

When I move I roll like a bolder 

Down life’s hill crushing or maiming 

Anyone unlucky enough to have come near.