Monday, December 18, 2017

At Arms Length

Fire off your mouth 
A shot across the bow
The chauvinist who goes ballistic 
So insistant, self-inflicted 
I wait for the blow, to undergo a show of our strength
Force will take the poll, we keep the whole world at arms length

Collecting shells upon the sand 
We set our sights for foreign land
And breathe the burning powder 
As we wait for tides to change 
Plunging in only arms deep 
The blood of ages, widows weep 
And measure down the barrel 
Pray for pain to test our aim 

Don’t tell me they don’t kill 
When all these people will 
Not a day goes by and still 
We’re shaking with the thrill 
Of burning holes to drill 
With bullets, blood to spill



Monday, December 4, 2017

Overture


I’ve been told there are those whom you love and those that you leave
And mostly I fall on the latter half of these 
Okay, let’s admit it I fit quite adequately 
In the category of those you’d do well to forget or flea 
But I can’t be okay as the mistake you might say 
You only made on your way to something better
A moment of bliss that’s maybe missed but won’t matter
A friendship that bloomed but was always doomed to fail
A ship full of dreams shared but now long-since sailed
I don’t want to be just a footnote to your fairytale 

I don’t want to be just another long-lost lesson learned 
A bridge long burned, a fork you turned and never looked back
I’m losing track of the facts in the case of those who stabbed mine when I had theirs 
And I’m starting to be scared that my judgement is highly impared 
Though it’s certainly not all your fault or really all mine either
It’s just that I am most commonly the common denominator and besides, there’s
So many people who seem to find happiness everyday 
It can make one wonder if maybe I just don’t work that way 
Is my acquaintance just one of those steps that you’ll take 
On the path to a promised happily ever after 
So you can laugh it off someday so glad you avoided that disaster 
Whether it’s a matter of fate or if I’m my own life-line’s master
The universe is happy either way to watch me fail 
And end up as just a footnote to your fairytale




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