Happiness &
Sadness
bleed
into one
single
droplet, which
slowly
falls
from cheek
to chin, while
the sun sets
and small houses
glow
I’m reminded
it’s not over
yet —
silent is the night —
it’s still
so
far
from
the beginning.
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love is not a simple thing.
I’ve often tried
to be the guy
who stands neutral
on battle lines
like half a couple
dozen times
I’ve turncoat
on the Queen.
There’s nothing new
to tell in fact
I’ve wasted more
than my last breath
which left me quite
a while back
when I first
took my leave.
So if it’s time
to settle down
regardless of
this downturned frown
I’d rather this
than both us now
set sail
for the sea.
I gave her all
that I could give
she gave me strength
in which to live
we learned to love
the simple things
neither one
could speak.
And so the line’s
erased in sand
I held close to
her open hand
our hearts displayed
like contraband
no one but us
could see.
So with this one
last battle cry
collecting tears
from both our eyes
as King and Queen
we’re sure to die
what’s meant to be
will be.
For love is not
a simple thing
like confidence
or apathy
drawn to this loss
love often leads
in the end
we’ll find peace.
Pull another Death card
I have no business
I’ve made that quite clear
But I’m still wondering
What lies beyond here
This bottle I’ve found
Is filled to the brim
With messages signed
In blood red penmanship.
The city wakes up
I open my eyes
These walls are filled with
Unsealed goodbyes
This letter I’ve got
Return to sender
I’ve not the courage
Or will to send her.
It’s 3 o’clock in
The fucking morning
These panic headaches
Come without warning
Now I just want sleep
No sleeping beauty
So when I lie down
Please keep my casket closed.
No kiss
Is worth
A thousand words
I know
So spare me the ritual.
This blind ambition
That I know so well
It’s superstition
Like Heaven and Hell
Now where’s that locket
The one I gave her
It felt so pure then
Like the last savior.
No one is perfect
I’ve made that quite clear
Still all this nonsense
Makes sense in the mirror
And when I throw up
It’s all of my fears
God had to go up
For us to burn down here.
So take this end and
Tie it to that beam
I weigh less than him
So it should hold me
And when I wake up
This’ll all be over
Pull another Death card
Rebirth and closure.
Nobody
Gets out
Of this place
Alive
Just promise me you’ll try.
what I heard.
If
true sadness
had a voice
she
wouldn’t say a word…
Just
telling you
what I heard.
your own silence
Enjoy
your own
silence
while you can
Before
other people’s
noise
gets in the way
Sometimes Mostly
Sometimes
—mostly—
alone
is better.
Nobody
gets hurt
—sometimes—
mostly.
Tears of sorrow.
Tears of sorrow.
Tears of joy?
I don’t
differentiate
anymore…
Like puppetry two marionette
I took her to this art event
She took me to her motel bed
Like puppetry two marionette
We tangled up our strings
Her eyes were wide like Eleanor
Rigby she was fiction for
The life I’d led a year before
I hadn’t slept a wink
It’s comical how looks predict
The ludicrous and obvious
By circumstance we came to this
Offering by the sea
Her hair jet black like ravens beak
The padding of her size 6 feet
Lenore her name I said quite meek
This time then nevermore
It’s lyrical how time can tell
Who’s heaven sent and living hell
An angel with a broken bell
Knows liberation’s free
Sometimes I think coincidence
Common sense and saying yes
Are infinite never in jest
Like cherry blossoms we
Sell ourselves a dollar short
Make amends and then spring forth
Pink petals fall on the seashore
There’s no telling what could be
An accident a sign from God
A work of faith handshake or nod
They’re simply an illusion on
The pleasure box we see
The message spoke ten times before
By Poe and his dear loved Lenore
Like love’s the end all message for
Both poetry and speech
So I took her to the airline that
Disagreed with both our backs
I mean this with no disrespect
It’s how some people meet
We never spoke another word
Jumped back into the universe
I came to grips was late for work
And landed on my feet
There’s this movie playing in my head
I never wanted to define you
Just wanted to walk calm beside you
But do I ever do a thing at all?
I never knew how to excite you
Just wanted to be like the fly who
Hung around loving your every move.
I never knew a second chance
As good as that first romance
A third time will only get you killed.
My palms are cold and sweaty now
It makes no difference any how
Like a has been actor thinking what’s the use?
I say it’s maybe
the way God made me
You say it’s crazy
that I’m this damn lazy
I’m addicted maybe
but it’s better this way
After awhile I’ll be all right
I’ll be alright, so.
I think I’ll watch the Super Bowl
Then re-runs of a TV show
Any distraction for two years will do.
I think I’ll start a private club
Then forget and invite everyone
Come one come all come make me feel good.
I never wanted to become
This ordinary silly chum
Up for hours feeling numb and blue.
There’s this movie playing in my head
There’s a plane a girl a detective
Who’s method acting’s got him nowhere new.
You say it’s maybe
the way God made me
And that hey baby
you’re a little lazy
but it’s better this way
this addiction’s crazy
After awhile you’ll be all right
You’ll be alright, so.
The thing that I am trying tell
The thing impossible to sell
A clear cut diamond people get confused.
I never wanted anymore
Than a reason to explore
The imperfections that I found in you.
Like that picture on the cellar door
A sad clown I just couldn’t ignore
His eyes were mine yes they were tried and true.
I wonder if no now I’m bored
I’ll take a couple then some more
Searching my pockets for my next excuse.
I mean anyone will do.
The game is rigged the money’s spent
If I stay in bed too long
dreaming of the times gone by
There must be something wrong
like not knowing what is right
If I get up and get gone
still daydreaming in the morning light
There must be something wrong
because all I see is black and white
Out there on the road
passing frowns can’t weigh me down
Like songs from days of old
freewheeling there’s no time to tell
She’s been reaching for the sun
did all I could to take her there
Must be doing something wrong
like two children we’re still unprepared
To walk
on our own
As state signs blur
on the road
Yet all this time
we have grown
There’s still this
phantom partner feeling
though we’re on our own.
When you go there’s still coming back
don’t be extreme like who needs that?
There must be something wrong
for me to feel like this and that
She was going either way
it didn’t matter if I saved the day
There must be something wrong
for me to think or feel this pain
Standing in the setting sun
which blinds me now casts shadows on
Reflections on the windowpane
my doppelgänger’s staring back at me
If looks could kill I’d live
my malice spite all gibberish
God knows if I could commit
I’d probably muck it up like a little kid
Whose ball
hits the rim
It bounces far
time and again
The game is rigged
the money’s spent
Yet there’s this
faint glimmer of hope
like there’s a chance to win.
Words Of An Average White Male 