All my life
I never wanted to hurt anyone
I just got in the way
until I wasn’t
anymore.
Home » Posts tagged 'david guerrieri' (Page 66)
Tag Archives: david guerrieri
Casco Bay
Life was shit
and life
was all we had
stuck staring
at the Casco Bay
from a lighthouse
that dark summer
where nothing
would go right
and everything went
predictably wrong.
We held each other
in the morning fog
sharing our breath
as if on life support
barely hanging on
you and I and a plug
but we’d picked blueberries
earlier that month
and though life
was shit that summer
nothing went to waste.
turning sadness into song
My guitar as of late
has been bringing me
all types of sadness
but it’s a happy sadness
it’s a healing sadness
it’s an honest sadness
I’ve fought so long to forget
that it’s funny how
with no one listening
except the walls and this
box of cous-cous
I haven’t yet opened
but sort of sing to
as it’s eye level on the shelf
where I put my phone to record
I am able to free myself
one melody at a time
turning sadness into song
and song into myself
I sing.
our dying days
Was she ever happy
or was she just pretending?
Was I?
I agree to disbelieve any such questions.
Foolish notions.
I’ve given it far too much energy
to accept such nonsense
and far too little to concede.
What a crime to disregard our time
together no matter how wild
or foot-dragging it was.
I may be a fool but I’m not a foolish fool.
A pity? No.
We were glorious in our infancy
and though covered in blood and tears
marvelous in our dying days.
So many histories
So many lives
cherished
and now
this.
stray silver
No one should live their lives
only to meet an ends at the swift burn
of a stray bullet. These are strange
times yet so very familiar as
our history has the habit of showing.
No one learns their lesson until
it’s too late. No one learns the
meaning of life until
stray silver seals their fate.
So get out there when you’ve the chance.
It’s better than to sit and wait.
the Devil’s Crossroads
Beware the desperate man
though he longs for love
keep in mind he only needs
a friend. And understand
the desperate woman
though pain in her virtue
there’s much strength
in her hand. So when at
the Devil’s Crossroads
wind whipped bodies bare
man and woman tremble
with nothing left to fear.
I see a lot of people
I see a lot of people
not liking themselves
Whose only hobby it seems
is not liking themselves
Figuring out new ways
of not liking themselves
I see a lot of people who are all the same
holding onto their pain like a talisman
And though it pains me to say it
I’ve still got to say it:
that kettle over there looks rather black.
body and mind
The perfect body
will never build
the perfect mind
as there is no
perfect mind, there
is no perfect body
but only our minds
lonesome perception
of what perfection
should look like
that no body can ever
really have in mind.
I’d rather be shot dead.
I need someone
with gun in hand
cocked cold and ready
against my head
perhaps then
I’d have the reason
to finish this all red eh
I’ve lost interest
with no six gauge to my chest
fire crackers maybe
I’ve the strength to digest
Hell who am I kidding
I’m no good at roulette
but to settle for less, no
I’d rather be shot dead.
oblivion different reasons
Myself
explored expressed explained
oblivion different reasons
over and over and over again
exposing what I’m feeling
though it never really quite makes sense
unless there’s someone healing
who kind of sort of gets the gist
and cradles their own meaning.
Words Of An Average White Male 