Wednesday, May 31, 2017

here's your tie, sir

here's your tie, sir, lookin' great, no why i would never lie, sir, please try sir, to stick to the script we inflict on the old do or die, sir
here’s your endless war like an open sore that keeps pussin while we’re fussin with our credit scores
here’s your executive call, here’s your border wall, here’s your plate stacked tall with all that falls on more than casinos and shopping malls 
here’s your best intentions, failed to mention monkey-wrenches in passive aggressive short quotable sentences
here’s your no nonsense, non-PC, not for nothing but nothing much ‘cause only this much nothing comes for free, so screw democracy, chew hypocrasy like scenery and win an oscar for your media monopoly, your national debt, your imminent threat, your business demeanor scheming to deport dreamers, scream so you loud you don’t have to mean it but don’t forget to place your bet, ‘cause we may be lucky enough to live just to live to regret, not so ready, not so set, but tell me are we great again yet



Wednesday, May 24, 2017

What Are You Waiting For?

We’re all stumbling around 
With fish hooks in our mouths 
And lines to the sky tangled up in the cloud 
We’re all looking away 
Perpetually longing for something just out of sight
We wait for and wonder what could, what should, what just might 
Happen...like something amazing I guess

It might happen...something amazing I guess

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Calisthenics

Even my imaginary heroes have all died
Even my closest friends have all lied
While the world spins madly on without me
And yet I wonder if I've been left behind
Or simply spared?

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Wherever I Go (Version 2)

Wherever I go
Gotta take myself along 
With all the baggage that I 
Can carry on 
Wherever I stay 
I can’t stay for long 
I’ll stay up all night 
Waiting for the dawn, then I’m gone 

Whenever I think 
I’ve got this world figured out 
There’s always one more thing 
To hang me upside down 
So whenever I speak 
My fears will shout 
Over every intentioned vowel
And consonant, in a constant howl 

No matter the place or time 
I can’t escape my mind 
Or my past as a shadow 
All I can hear is an echo-o-o
As I grow older I find 
There’s never a good and proper time 
Never enough, never just right, never a clear-cut sign
And a change of scene 
May mean a whole mess of things 

But you can’t ever leave yourself behind 

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Wages

I feel like I’m being held hostage by the establishment 
You should know I’m not trying to be contradictory 
just for contradiction sake
I hate when they say that no one ever changes
Most days it feels like that’s all we ever do 
When the only certainty is our uncertainty
While weapons of war are wielded so widely 
With words and wages and corporate cages
When it’s nightmares or this waking life 
I’m carving my name on this carbon knife


Monday, April 24, 2017

Hate Song

I could spend my whole life on hating them 
I’ve done it before and I can do it again 
Paint with strokes broader than the thought
Of everything they are that I’m not 
Till my vision blurs and my conscience ends
I could spend my whole life on hating them

I could spend my whole life on hating you 
I really think I could if I wanted to 
Assume you know how you came across
Every slight every sight of the light we’ve lost
Till there’s a canyon carved between our views
I could spend my whole life on hating you

I could spend my whole life on hating me 
Is it all that surprising how easy it seems 
Regret is my bread and the aftertaste 
Is the thirst I can’t slake from my past mistakes
Till my self-made wounds bleed red-water seas 
I could spend my whole life on hating me 

Think of all we could accomplish 
If we allowed ourselves the benefit of the doubt 
Thinking back, I am astonished
I didn’t think of this before now 

I could spend my whole life on living 
I could spend some time with you 
I could spend my life on loving myself

And learn to love you too

Monday, April 17, 2017

Wherever I Go

Try as I might to find a new kind of life, I know
I've gotta take myself with me wherever I go
Down deep inside my motivations or sensations I invoke
Can't climb above my position or restrict my body to evict my soul
I'm only on the outside looking in at my reflection
And as I stare there's not much there but misdirection
Pull the back pack straps that hold me as I roam
Gotta carry myself with me wherever I go

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