How can the wanderer rest?
Alone on a wide endless road.
The wanderer knows all ends.
Knows there is no bed to be laid,
That would slack his quest.
He goes on for days, for nights…
For reasons with no ends.
Not to be found amongst treasure.
Never, the sleakist would tempt.
The wanderer searches for nothing.
He knows not what he seeks.
Satisfied is, the humble wanderer.
It will never hold you
Like my pillow cuddles me
Un-objectively, and full of nothingness.
The void is welcoming like a lake
It surrounds you, silences you
Could drown you, or float you.
Bliss of unknowing irresponsibility
Surrounding the bright eyed coward.
Boldly going where none ever could
Let fly your sword warrior
Swing for the life of love.
Hack for the love of life.
The warrior wages rage
But the ragger wages war
Fight on dear son of Troy
Fight on against the rage
Shield your city from waves
Boy of Troy stand too
This fight has come
Time to hear the drum.
Son fight well
Send Greeks to hell.
Boy shoot true
One foot for you.
Oh Grecian sword you fly
A lightning bolt of hell
Strike them like flies
Leave none to tell
The Sun has fallen
The god has been stolen
Son, oh son, fight hard
Fight the sword
Use the rage
To sign your final page.
Grease has come,
The walls aflame
King struck dumb
Babes flung from gaze
Grecian battle drum
Horns blast the haze
The arrow flies
The invincible cries
Cursing the boy of Troy
Left, left, left right, left.
Fear, fear, fear, hate, fear.
Left, left, left, right, left.
March until the day you die!
March to make your momma cry!
Left, left, left, right, left!
Fear, fear, fear, hate, fear.
Left, left, left, right, left!
This I tell you this I’m told.
Killing you is very bold.
Left, left, left, right, left!
Fear, fear, fear, hate, fear.
Left, left, left, right, left!
Gather up one and all
Join us now to see them fall
Left, left, left, right, left!
Fear, fear, fear, hate, fear.
Left, left, left, right, left!
I survived the battle fight
No one understand my fright
Left, left, left, right, left!
Fear, fear, fear, hate, fear.
Left, left, left, right, left!
The nicest monster you’ll ever meet
Shines with spikes and polished leather.
It wears the perfect smile with every greet,
Its attitude is a light as a feather.
On the first it’s bright and curious,
Every detail like drinking water.
Bright and never getting furious,
Speaking to make your insides hotter.
It’s the nicest big beast
That never hides what it is
Speaking more as trust increased
Making you one of it’s kids.
Your trust is thin
You know it’s a trap
It never hid that grin
Always feeding you crap
Dear god if you don’t love it
What would you do without its high?
It taught you to enjoy the grit
Showed you the world fly by.
Never knew; lowered into the pit
First toe, knee, now neck high.
It’ll calm you down, save your fit.
It’ll hold you, no need to cry
Digging deeper with all its wit.
Honest that it used to lie…
Honest? How to know counterfeit?
The crap tastes chocolate.
It’s grin like a hug.
Trap is loaded and taut.
Your trust is its rug
Captivated and dilapidated
Saturated and infuriated
Convoluted slowly recruited
Instituted quickly rebooted
Caught in the snare
Nothing to-do but despair
Reaching out, tryin’ to care
Close your eyes to shoot a flare
How to repair?
Nothing to compare?
Captivated and dilapidated
Saturated and infuriated.
We, are, still, alive.
Breathing to survive
Looking for a drive
Not meant to arrive
Convoluted slowly recruited
Instituted quickly rebooted.
Snatched by the toe
Nothing but what you know
Sip, the poison slow
Cause you’re under the flow
With nothing to show
Except how you didn’t grow
Captivated and dilapidated
Saturated and infuriated
Convoluted slowly recruited
Instituted quickly rebooted.
They bloom all around,
They open for the sun.
Beautiful sustenance
For buzzing and humming
Creating their goopy gold.
They grow to die and be reborn.
Their pedals, frail, catch everyone.
Lining paths and paving gardens
They fill my heart
Refresh my eyes.
Tickle my nose.
To him they are signed
They commemorate his love.
Blooming for his smile
An aroma for his hugs.
Nothing can replace
We find how to remind.
Furniture passed at will.
A table, a chair, old T.V.
Giant bible, armoires
A four wheeled silver bullet.
Cloths and sheets
Pots, pans bowls, and plates.
The truck my siblings learned
To shift antique gears.
His body has evolved
Living in pictures and inheritance.
He looks down, spirit glowing
To encourage us with love.
Healing hugs to hurt Hearts
Guiding our guessing glances.
My memory muddled and muck
Sees him standing, smiling shining.
Old, battered, beat, and bruised.
Polish partially prevails
But the sunken scares shine.
Crevices carved by canter
Plodding on the perpetual path.
I loved you before I left you
Hated your voice before you said a word
Stared at you dance before I could walk
We danced and I hurled at your feet
You loved me as I spat in your face
I laid with her, thought of you
I felt her curves but smelled your hair
You cursed me but I never broke
I touched you and fell to a million tears
They hit the floor and drowned us both
Now we float apart with me at the helm.
Plop
Go ahead, sit down on my regret
Tell me the home I’m making was
Broken from the start
Slip
We tried it once, we tried it twice
My slips are your pain
Your screams are my anguish and
The girl crying as she drives to an
Empty apartment, my saving grace.
Stop
The blame will end, your regret will
Give me strength to rise from my own
Bloodied ashes. As your life slowly slips
Through that hole baron of children and
Love. I will hug the monster and
Welcome her to your empty cavern.
Rise
The water that froze my heart has
Cleaned my soul of your poisonous
Forgiveness. Your saving grace will be
The shut door as I walk away.
I’ll never be Prince Charming
My smile will never make a bird sing
And my eyes don’t gleam like the sea
I don’t know how to chase
My singing doesn’t inspire awe,
And I am not built like a warrior
I try so hard I miss my shot.
I listen so hard I can’t hear
My tears burn short and hot
She walked away and I did not follow
She wanted me to carry her away
She wanted me to be more than what I see.
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