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There’s no sense
In me loving you now
For the most of many days
I’m right here with you
For the reason
That old men know not
The difference in wrong and right
The courtesy of my songs
Has been driven polite
For days in this night I couldn’t sleep
Subsequent to headaches too hard to keep
Up an down this avenue
Sometimes it’s the wrong wishes
That are constantly grabbing you
Selfishly I’m never tired
Weary, I grow unwired
I know you think I’m lost
No where to go
So it appears I’m chasing ghost
And these days everything seems scandalous
Out for every penny
It appears we lost a few too many
But don’t turn your back on the boulevard
As children
Days at a time we used to play in the yard
But you got to make a living
So a brother’s on the re-up
For the national guard
And my luck in this time is past par
And these days
Everybody seems to know my name
Here, still I’m barely standing
So I hit the scene like celebrity
And you could see my followers
Gather the fallen pieces of me
And though the past years been
Like a step child grounded to the attic
Simply hella dramatic
I guess we have to move past it
No need in loving me now
I’m nearly gone
For the most of many days
You were right here with me
Drinking my way to my grave
Pretty scarlet eyes singing me away
My barrel of wants, my needs
So kindly my morning disappears
My trashcan of wonders and fears
I thought I’d be the seventh son
I settled for being the youngest of nine
I thought I’d treat you right
I found myself within a strangers eyes
I sob and I sing songs
But I won’t pick up the telephone
I lay awake all night, I left my days
I sat up all day I left my nights
I had no where else to go
No where else to be
I was sleepless in June
I’ll be sleepless in July
I’ve been here all day
I’ll be here all night
This evening I’ll have more to say
If tomorrow doesn’t see me first
Every one’s a mystery
Until you get to know them
I’m not the man you wished I were
I’m growing ale
I just want to sail
Once the sun gets in your skin
You’re never coming back to her
I never ask for any of this
I leave it to the wind
To shelter my soul
But the wind only holds
A widows son
I never wanted war
I walk yellow lines gracefully
Will there ever be a place for me
Left my patience on a Saturday sun
I find peace within your voice
No where left for my words to run
I’ve been here all day
I’ll be here all night
This evening I’ll have more to say
If tomorrow doesn’t see me first
Acorns are falling
And autumns beginning to fade
Been lonely for sometime
Now I can’t find a smile
My shadow walks
But I can’t find my knees
A disarray of fallen leaves
Brushing away my ease
Carel is home
Caroling with the wind
December sings her song
Do you even notice I’m gone
Note to myself
The clouds are dipping low
I have to become something more
Before time lets me go
When everyone’s preaching the same tune
And only new founders loom
With decimated friends I fail to comply
Taking inventory among a pharaohs tomb
If you can’t appreciate me at my worst
How are you to recognize me at my best
He would sing a lot
From a voice that was dull
Walking on broken skeletons
This great wall of china moans
Shadows dance dimly toward your hand
as the sun brushes against the sand
Now that time won’t allow my stay
On this day that lives with us
My comfort seems to push you away
Now I can’t feel you there
If I could kill myself and do it over again
I waited until the end of the world to open your gift
Thanks for handing me hell
I’ll do what I can
As my songs begin to fade
I wonder what could have been
As I lie within an eastern wind
I wonder if I’ll ever see peace again
Plantations were once gardens
Speeches were the premonitions of decaying martyr s
I miss peace and I’ve never rested eyes on her
So thanks for handing me hell
I love her because she’s untouched and pure
Poetry equals the souls of men spoken
Hell raised me so I’m a product broken
Abide by my emergence
This is the last breath of a merchant
When sadness finds others
You’re reminded of the virtues in what you have left
I went numb when I learned to pray
Don’t you miss what could have been
I saw angels falling from the sun
Knowing is everything but I don’t want to know
Try not to take things too far
They’ll never let you go
I waited until the end of the world to open your gift
Don’t you miss what could’ve been
Thanks for handing me hell
If I could kill myself and do it over again
I’m looking forward to more than winter seas
Young and warm we sat across the barn
Bristled against the ground, crushing misted leaves
Yesterday I slept cold and worn
If I leave you now, we may never be
I’m growing fragile as my nights are torn
She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place
To roam tonight
I often wonder why you stop and go
Relaxed against the soil, never mind the snow
My eyes may close, awaken, surely your to go
Within the wind, we live, we mend
As the night begins, we start to end
You rub my chest, you tell me morning comes
She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place
To roam tonight
I think she sees me write
Empty songs
For lively nights
I hear them speak, they say we could never be
But here against the wind
There’s only you and me
She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place
To roam tonight
Don’t you see where you are
There was a time you wouldn’t tolerate
People thinking for themselves
You pass your judgments
And you made decisions to never last
You were the dominant voice
The ideology behind every mans choice
You believed in what you knew
And you knew no more than what you were told
We’ve come too far near for change
You were the leader
You were a generation of unopposed cheaters
You assassinated
You told stories of finer fabrication
You fought for patriotism, you fought for pride
Seldom did you put your integrity aside
You made no rights to be considered civil
You preyed on anyone who was thought to be liberal
You expressed your Marxist theories
You denied the working class it’s values
You sat me on the back of the bus
You told your children to fear me
We’ve come too far near for change
You formed conglomerates
And biased political party’s
In 63 you showed very little sympathy
Oh how you shook the wind from me
You told me I was only a third of a person
You scolded that my days would worsen
You defined anti-Semitism in less than four years
And before this, you path a trail of tears
Walk with me this way
You know things will not be okay
God bless a cease fire
For a present day Vietnam provokes war this day
We’ve come too far near for change
So mothers and children
Fathers and pilgrims
Settle the sky’s
For there are no frontiers left to pry
The rivers in which you wade
Have been drained too tire
From a followers coming of age
Script your life, live your days
Press your quill to this page
Is this what you ask for
A patent at your door
No more Marconi’s
No more hero’s or displeasures
Only a world lost and lonely
Are we too far near for change
Seems I’ve reminisced
The feel
Of a home cooked meal
Ducking the pleasures
Of a sainted veil
A clause in the end
From which finer things appeal
Black jack matches not
To a fisher mans luck
On an antique reel
But on the real
The expectations in this life
Remain a comfort
That refuses to chill
Let your thoughts rest
On an old lads chest
Considering the circumstances
If we make it
We can all attest
And adore this political mess
If not then as victims of stress
Unblessed in this planet
Of slanted chess
We’ll confess
Another night
Another days passes
Do you find it lovely
How nothing ever last
But many men have cured
Their fascination
Of becoming non minute men
Flawed by incarceration
Deep within the dungeons
Of a softer conscience
In irregular form
A veteran lies victim
Of defeated white blood cells
Unresponsive
A child with no home
And swollen tonsils
The dark settles
Flashbacks meddle
Trouble around the corner
As a lunch line unveils
Never was a fighter
Just a swinger
As I found myself catapulted against
The cafeteria wall
The integrity
My sucker punch instilled
Broken glass jaws
Over a 4th grade meal
Or mainly just an individual
Twice the size of me
With an inability to feel
I sat still
As the principal sought
A stern punishment
Not as astonished with
The other kids compliments
For my stomach ache
From a lack of warm condiments
Moral of the story is
I was fighting then
I’m still fighting now
Obstacles tend to ware me down
The inexperience of my peers
Seem to no longer enlighten me now
Have to find new ways to learn
Or disappear into the unclear
Fatigued as a writer
Tend to want to touch on subjects
Closer to lighter
Symptoms of a September baby
A Virgo born of a harlot
With nine children unknown
A none buffalo soldier
A phantom on a Harley
The ghost of Robert Marley
An astronaut in my younger years
Screaming for Apollo thirteen
As the thunder neared
Off my coarse of inspiration
I veered
I need you in my arms
I need you by my side
I will cause you no harm
Understand my pain
"Only in this lifetime"
Along this path
I was absorbed through misery
I became known as
What you all call today
An outcast
In all my words
What would make you think
You couldn’t come to me
I’ll do all I can for you
I have fallen from grace
So I can no longer adore truth
Right or wrong, for better or worse
I could never leave you without a home
I try to do more good than terrible
But these are times of Paine
And they make life unbearable
All kinds of suffrage in this living
Find someone to be there
Better times to envision
These overshadowing events
and circumstances
Shape us into the individuals
We might one day grow to be
You say you’re making it
I’ve grown to become a college brat
I too am surviving
Maybe one of us
Will one day relax upon a better day
Other than that
There’s no wishing this weather away
How can I be what was never taught
The personality I sold
Was the image you all bought
And if I don’t fare through the night
It doesn’t mean it wasn’t a fair fight
Days I could see myself
Through your eyes
As a child flying a kite
So smile things will be alright
In a stand still moment
You ran away from home
Ambitious and following
The wrong scent
In depth I think
So my thoughts
Seem to rush the children away
It’s not that I preach
But I can’t afford to lose
So I push the obvious Pilgrim away
Gone silent, visually awry
Awaiting an angel to call me
Witnessed my shadow
Fall not far from me
Sympathetic exposure
Amidst the thunder and clouds
Is it okay to wonder aloud
Did I bring us
The worst of you and me
On my knees
I need your arms around me once more
A pint of Evan Williams by my side
Did I become vulnerable
Me or you whom shall we grieve
Don’t you wish things were wonderful
On my last stance
Until then and perhaps
This old man’s back may collapse
Takes a breath, for he’s not leaving
He relapses and keeps breathing
Form:
Some of us are built
For harsh conditions
Suffrage held
Within a wicked vision
Reprimanded as a man
How can your father reprimand this hand
Discipline disciples
in a cycle that would not turn in sand
Held in Carthage
A piece of a Martian
Some say I’m soon to be departing
Pieces of gold in a bronze room
Shining through chivalry and doom
Sterile silvery praising a ring for the groom
All prized possessions of doubt now loom
Pushing the broom
On a straw bed
Don’t u love this coon
You can be kind to the cruelest person
And at the end of the day
They’re still cruel and worsened
This worlds got to end
No sanctuary circles my morbid realms
I’m away from peace
And aware that it will never cease
Only time can stop me now
Wishes sealed over a candle in a darkened hall
Head down I just might die on this wall
In this race I’ll survive somehow
Only time can stop me now
I’m so scared
Where are your prayers
I was so scared
Why weren’t you there
I’m so scared
should I have been spared
In a world
That promises
To take me alive
For years we lost tears
Sing a soft hymn for me
I’m the last one to die
So vital are these hours
There was a time I blossomed
Amongst flowers colorless
Enduring this mishandling
This absence of life
Has brought about
A crucial understanding
My most precious yet precise nights
Moments a strife
The timeliness of our departure
Has bound us a task due incomplete
The misfortune
That settles before my feet
The dust seemingly bothers me not
Memories equal days
I may or may not have forgot
From villages to standard living
We feel age
Then elder we become
A privilege
Decent to In
Comfort
Has brought about a day’s end
“Because we are flowers
We are promised expiration
But we live again”
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