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New Year, New Year

I’m in the sky tonight, there I can keep by your side
Watching the wide world riot and hiding out
I’ll be coming home next year
Into the sun we climb, climbing our wings will burn white
Everyone strapped in tight, we’ll ride it out
I’ll be coming home next year…

~*~

The arctic wind tastes of a million ethereal memories

Beleaguering the lost sympathy in my jaded brain

Thinking about all the moments I spent under the sun

The nostalgia that I’ve forgotten so they’ll eternally remain

Leading on, leading on, marching this bittersweet repast

Words that strike to the very bone, another reeling line cast

In inkstains and furious scribbles that cross out the world

And I did what they said I couldn’t, and I didn’t do as I was told

To the divine songs I dance along to, that told me “boy, you’re alright”

Passion, emotion, vindication, separation, in notes that alight

Saying hello but never goodbye to the quaint darling heart I gained

And to the kindred souls still there for me despite all the withdrawing pains

Sure enough, the months may not have been a consistent flurry of good

And most times, things don’t really work out the way that they should

Ebony turns an even darker shade, and gelid rain falls in crashing maelstrom seas

And when I rest my head every night, a litany of emptiness is all I can see

But with the hope that I once lost, I can fervently regenerate it again

Celebrating the end of the days with the guys screaming Viva La Hysteria Bien!

And with only the secrets I traded and faded, the things I don’t have to hide

I may be dead somewhere, in another time, but for now I know, at least…I’m still alive.

~*~

Come on get on get on, take it till life runs out
No one can find us now, living with our heads underground
Into the night we shine, lighting the way we glide by
Catch me if I get too high when I come down
I’ll be coming home next year…

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Sh*t Happens

Clocks on the wall, talk to watches on the wrist
It’s the moments we relive, it’s the moments like this
When it’s time to get ill, we be so ahead of time
It’s the moments we achieve, best believe it’s the moments

~*~

Choking on shoelaces, eating your own name

Slathered amounts of a faked reversible fame

Eyelids heavy with mascara and lack of sleep

The unruly dreams that weren’t yours to keep

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Unkempt hair and façade of flowery smiles

Profound Neverland poets in mapped-out styles

Mystical themes and a darker spark to excel

And the gibberish words you throw down the well

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The cruel irony of it all, of the empty room mess

Until we’re all borrowed and we’re all obsessed

Imageries of sedation to escape every inclination

Treading on hallowed ground and imagined freedom

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Ethereal tongues cut off the heavenly songs they sung

Adventures and threat, palms chafing on ladder rungs

The lethal dagger of time nears sinews of thin throats

Inconvenient demise popping eccentric egos so bloat

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The world is a weight, sinking with excessive wait

Recesses of marianas abyss, the hope coming late

Dusty pills, rusty medicines, oiled bones set to grind

Melding thought balloons, chronic timelines of a mind

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Assuming you’re just a coward, refusing to see this reality’s exuberance

Reasoning your existence is but a tangled storm, relying on your defiance

But don’t wait for the starving zeppelin future to just eat away your name

This is life and shit happens, so wreck your own misery and don’t pass the blame.

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i wish to stay in daydream.

it’s always

the finer moments

of your life

that feel like

a daydream, hazy

and surreal as

it rushes past you

like a cloud,

all before the dark

tendrils of

reality unfold

to swoop you back

into a palpable

drudgery.

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