I haven’t the words
Nor strength to stand
Any more
Of this illusion
Sealed in spit
And sketched by hand
Our world is done
What courage has man?
Monthly Archives: July 2021
Our Love Never Wasn’t
I haven’t seen you in a long time, to be frank I’m enjoying the silence.
I can’t commit to the truth it lies, cause it feels kind of like we are dying.
If I made you blue, I never wanted to.
It’s just love and our love never wasn’t.
There’s disappointment in her eyes, as he speaks she echos with silence.
Neither one is good at goodbyes still they always seem to be trying.
I will remember you, if you remember too.
It’s just love and our love never wasn’t, it’s just love and our love never wasn’t.
There’s a melody, in a harmony.
It’s just love and our love never wasn’t.
He sang to her a lullaby, she did all she could to stop crying.
They fell asleep in the moonlight, just two heartstrings played on violin.
Some day you’ll see, in a memory.
It’s just love and our love never wasn’t.
Flipping Birds
The only places to go now
Are those best traveled alone
Where a fork in the road need
Neither argument nor discussion
And where judgements pass
With tumbleweeds and dust that
Dissolve like cars with the horizon
Thumbing South of nowhere
And flipping birds, eh
I’ll be just fine.
From the corner…
I can see you laughing from
the corner of your smile
And it’s not the kind of laughter that
means hang around a while
And it’s not the kind of laughter that
says let me lend a hand
It’s the kind of smile that
tells you to drop dead—
I can see you laughing from
the corner of your eye
And it’s not the kind of laughter
that is taken by surprise
And it’s not the kind of laughter
that breaks before it bends
It’s the kind of sideways glare
that kills you from within
Cause I can see you laughing
and I hope it serves you well
In corners we’re all suffering
but I’m not laughing now
What feels right is wrong
Do they make you feel less?
Overwhelmed and unimpressed
like being anywhere else would have
you feeling overdressed?
We always know the problem
but never how to solve them.
We offer salutations which
just form another problem—
When you’re left feeling more
like love’s less than a chore,
the answer’s in the subtlety
as subtle as before—
We always play along
like life’s a lonely song.
You’re singing to a choir if
what feels right is wrong.
What Could Possibly Matter More Than Meaning What You Don’t Have The Answers For?
What’s the point in asking the question
If your voice is already defeated
I’d go blind just trying to see it
You know everyone is trying to beat it—
If there’s pain then that means there’s a reason
If there’s truth then it’s hard to believe in
Still it’s hard not to relive this feeling
Where everyone everyone’s stealing—
It’s like selling your grief for a grievance
Why the hell would you even break even
Doing all we could to deceive them
It’s all wasted time wasting time healing—
It’s like playing pretend dressed in your skin
Or saying the pledge of allegiance
When there’s no one to please or believe in
It only matters as much as you mean it
Words Of An Average White Male 