Boy You're Going Down

Boy now let me tell you a couple things before you're going down.

There's a thing you've got, it's what I need and enough to go around.

Well send some friends to camp your doors and case out your home.

We can toss forth all these rocks at your wall to the very last stone.

So we clutch you by the chin so you can meet our scornful gaze.

We can't quite see things your way so we'll throttle you for days.

Back around base we're riling your neighbors and egging on the fight.

For a little thing called oil, I don't really care if we're wrong or right.

We worry about the things you do in lieu of the national debt.

So little time to look back on all the secrets that we've kept.

We'll deploy all our ordnance toward your walls til you open the door.

With no concern about the cost of the payload til we've gone to war.

So boy you heard a couple things and now you're going down.

People don't know it, but I think you're the baddest kid in town.

And maybe everyone will conclude that this is all about your oil.

So expect a few thousand of my men to be marching on your soil.

Summer Has Me

Sweat dripped in the sun blinding my sights,
I dredge through long days and short nights.
My confidants nod and cheer me on and on.
I took flight to prove that I could do no wrong.

The sweet relief of their faces shows me I'm right.
So it took me forever to pick up a pen and to write.
Yeah I'm not the prettiest human being in the park.
And the things I write ain't gonna tip off no charts.

I'm a wearer of a heart suspended off my sleeve.
None the more deserving of any gifts I may receive.
At the end of the day, nothing sacred comes for free.
The pretty faces show pretty places my heart gets me.

Eyesight

I have seen forests and open fields.
I have seen weapon everyone wields.
I have seen what it's like to have love and lost.
I have seen what there is to gain and exhaust.

I have seen the face of enemy and friend.
I have seen the cause I choose to defend.
I have seen the tears on an entitled face.
I have seen what it's like to fall from grace.

I have seen what is left when we lose it all.
I have seen how to avoid another fall.
I have seen through the eyes of the bird.
I have seen things that can just be heard.

I have seen the living and the dead.
I have seen through the back of my head.
I have seen directly into the sun.
I have seen the damage it had done.

I have seen all through blurred visions.
I have seen most right and wrong decisions.
I have seen all what is and is not mine.
I have seen adrenaline slow down time.

I have seen the different flavors of my soul.
I have seen the different places we can go.
I have seen what is to be lost and what is to gain.
I have seen the brightest day and the hardest rain.

Connect The Dots

The structures all around me don't look familiar.
They twist and warp in all kinds of ways.
Through curtains of night I felt so peculiar.
I whisked right on through to better days.

Embrace me with your sympathy.
I can only do so much with these dirty hands.
Humor me with your hilarity.
You make me laugh so hard it kills the man.

And up in the clouds where we can hardly breathe.
We connected bright dots of cities instead of stars.
It's not the same as we did once believe.
Connecting dots is so much harder with cars.

But now we are touching down.
The ride was fun but now it's closing time.
Let's go back to our hometown.
And everything we've known will be just fine.

Peace of Mind

Four miles down, but many more to go.
These days I've been taking it very slow.
I was soaked from leaping out that pool of regret.
Still you helped dry me off and I am in your debt.

I take back what I said as I clung to the forbidden tree.
I am so very lucky to find out that you still love me.
To believe in good faith that I am unlike other men.
To observe in good faith as I have begun to live again.

There are no more nightmares and no more demons
There are only dreams of better times and better seasons.
As I ran through the cheering crowd in the last race,
Eager hands stroked my grinning, sweat drenched face.

And it makes me happy to see all the smiles intact.
I find comfort in the open arms that welcome me back.
My troubled mind is finally at ease.
For no longer am I living on my knees.

Who Needs A Title

The poems I write and the things I do,

Are sometimes trite or just about you.

Depending on whether they ever really get done.

Oh no, not nearly enough angst in this one.

But today's just one of those days.

Where I slept through it all the way.

No shame in that because I'm a big boy,

And the doctor said I should do what I enjoy.

So I've got precious little time for the hows and the whys.

But if we put our heads together it'll work as advertised.

Hold just a moment, I think I've got a rhyme.

If I play it right, I can turn words on a dime.

And if I say I run, usually I end the line with "mile."

I do it so much I feel like it's going out of style.

But somehow still, I keep everything fresh.

And in the end I clean up a potential mess.

And I'm sorry if this poem winds up too short.
Maybe I'm not exactly of the truly profound sort.
But keep on reading, that is all I ask
And pray that I am always up to the task.

Color Stain

My colors run and I want to leave a stain.

I want more than a few to know my name.

I cannot argue against the ‘if’ and the ‘only.’

This side of the woods makes me so lonely.

But boy have I got some ground to cover.

I’ve outgrown what I’ve come to discover.

Maybe I’ll make a new rearrangement.

But not for the sake of entertainment.

The sum I make isn’t much of a fortune.

But it’s enough to get a reasonable portion,

Of food, liberty and things to wear on my back.

With the promise I won’t be railed off my track.

Normally it’d kill me not to be something more.

I shed the colors to my name and let them explore.

True enjoyment of life is what I’m all about.

For I wouldn’t be who I am if I went without.

Familiar Face

I bounced back and forth to the beat of the song
as I retraced the steps to see where I had gone.
Seems my strong feet had seen countless steps,
but still much less than I'm willing to accept.

I looked up and met a face I'd seen before,
back in the days I always had an open door.
A brief catch up and coffee run later,
I assert the mission to be my own savior.

In the following days I built up my own heat,
covering miles through sweat and dire feet.
When my lungs contract to deny me air,
I stopped, leaned over, and stopped right there.

That familiar face looked on and asked me why,
I looked over, and gave explanation a try.
I carried on and she didn't seem to mind,
for I do not run to leave anyone behind.

Great Golden Orb

Tell me everything you wish for me to know.

Save a neighboring seat for me at the show.

We can smile, laugh, and play until we pass out.

Just enjoying everything in the absence of doubt.

For all we're worth you'd given me sunshine.

You've given me a reason to make life mine.

And even though my noise had been so bloody loud.

You never fail to remind me that I should be proud.

For now I'll give this star a place in my heart to stay.

I'll do the obvious thing and save it for a rainy day.

And when that rainy day comes when I least expect.

That will be the day everything will finally connect.

Time Renewed

Crystals of life erupt into shards of what created humanity today.
Where they manifest themselves into cliques and pushed others away.
The lesson for this occasion is but a simple one:
To recognize what is lost long before it is done.

Gone are the days when this shard reflects the lost.
In this episode all that remains is the ultimate cost.
For man cannot discern the opinion from the truth.
He takes his time to come up with some solid proof.

To sing and dance and convince a mind into believing
That there is more to life than what he was receiving.
If it can be fixed then it will be fixed.
Time will fill in all the tiny gaps betwixt.

So renew the vows and banish the ire.
The absence of doubt shall breed new desire.
A sense of practice, self, and pride will guide the path.
For man can weave a word and suffer no one's wrath.

Giants

Did you know that I was put on this world to fight vikings?
With sticks and stones and all the things that satisfy my likings.
I was put on this world to be the end of all yearnings.
To bring forth the secrets of my ancient learnings.

I want to realize a place where all my goals come true.
For all my confidence lets all the positive things through.
Where I'm in a graduation ceremony riding on a horse.
Gallop off happily, paper in hand, and shine with no remorse.

So come with me and we'll topple giants with our bare hands.
Disregard all that tell us we can't and kudos to all our fans!
So tell me friend, doesn't another adventure sound great?
Better than clinging to all the dissatisfaction and hate.

First Place

A gun's hollow bullet cracks the sky.
That's my cue to give first place a try.
So I took off on a strong set of feet.
Today I will not suffer another defeat.

To this end there was no flaw in my analysis.
I am at no risk of lasting damage or paralysis.
It seems that nature has made an exception.
To lend me capabilities beyond perception.

And I will run and I will burn.
For every new lesson I will learn.
As the weight of the world hangs above our necks.
The breaths I take sometimes sound like sex.

I'll be relieved when I finish in first.
In a race to do away with the worst.
To turn about in the morning naked and exposed.
But wake up happy I didn't pass out in my clothes.

Who Knows Where

I cannot sleep with this lump in my chest.
All around me are noises I detest.
Thump, thump, I hold the bridge of my nose.
Shivering cold from my head to my toes.

I sought shelter in the company of strangers.
I thought they could shield me from the dangers.
But the true danger is the depths of my mind.
The depths that I cannot seem to put behind.

Something is wrong with my head.
Will I be okay or am I better off dead?
I want to find it in my capacity to be positive.
To pick up the pieces and make it my prerogative.

They shower me with praise and call me the best.
I have so much difficulty believing it I cannot rest.
I'm sorry for being such a pain in the ass.
But I promise you much that I'll recover fast.

Yeah I'll bounce back at a world whose back is turned.
And I'll rebuild all the bridges that I had since burned.
After that, I dare not cross them again.
For my own story has not even began.

So for today I'll brush their hands off my shoulder.
For my beauty is only in the eyes of no beholder.
Thus I will run until my soul leaves my body there.
And I'll wind up in a place nobody knows where.

Regular Guy

Despite their word I'm just another plain guy,
Whose eyes are always turned toward the sky.
I'm just a regular friend who can do good by you.
I can dream, I can sing, yet I am nothing new.

I'm just some go-getter of answers
While being lost among dancers,
Around the truth of what I desperately left behind.
The truth I've gone so long without paying much mind.

So I sit here and watch my ideas bounce off the wall.
As they swirl in a cascade of wonder and alcohol.
Though I fool myself with every drink
The clouds it clears truly helps me think.

But one night I gazed into a mirror.
Found my image wasn't much clearer.
So I threw that bottle straight to the moon.
And the moon threw it back to earth real soon.

Next thing I know, my head's turned toward you.
Your eyes looked severe and a deep shade of blue.
You cradled my head in your thin small hand.
Said I could have all my answers on command.

And the feeling was all so surreal.
For those answers I cut you a deal.
That I remain just a regular guy.
And that we never say goodbye.

Where We Belong

So tell me Father are we just child soldiers?
We seriously carry much on our shoulders.
Sometimes can be giants strong and brave.
Crushing those who dare to misbehave.

We were meant for much more than this.
So come with us away from that precipice.
And I dare think the devils knew their own wrath.
For we are not to see the end 'til the last bloodbath.

Let's add a third and a fourth to this war.
Gather friends before we shut the door.
We'll on a hunt for demons and witches.
And we'll inquisition those sons of bi-

Wait wait wait this situation's unreal.
For we're legit beyond simple sex appeal.
I don't rightly know who did us this wrong.
It's not my favorite person singing the song.

So I'm telling you we are not just soldiers.
Bravery is in the the eyes of our beholders.
This time we'll always be wary and strong.
For this is who we are -- where we belong.

Dynamic Entry

I found love in the most unlikely of places:
In myself as I make these long strong paces.
As long as there's a Heaven I'll keep going faster.
If what I do is a thing of the Force then I'm a Jedi Master.

I broke down and into tightly-formed dynamic sprint.
For you I'd race to the end of time for a word or a hint.
My friends are the ones who keep me alive and well.
Because these days it's our way or the highway to Hell.

I write many little things and I can even quote Mark Twain.
But it's all been tried, done and it would only be in vain.
So I'll keep my jump-started heart in my own hands.
Touch it, you'll see it's sturdy in light of all demands!

Full circle the morning after a weekend I'd been needing.
So much running, my body took a shameless beating.
I tumbled out of bed, throat dry and dying of thirst.
Hope I reblogged that post before I landed face-first!

Energy

Look over there and see me lying on the floor.
Feel free to approach so long as you shut the door.
As you look upon me, I am incapacitated
The things they said were quite exaggerated.

Though I am of questionable existence.
Pick me up, I'll offer no such resistance.
There, that second wind, do you feel it?
Where you were wounded, did I heal it?

One foot in front of the other, let's go now.
You don't need anyone telling you no how.
Look again and I have vanished from that spot.
Look around you and I am but only a mere thought.

For I was with you from the beginning.
For the times you were losing and winning.
Every now and then I surface to give you my all.
But control me now and I'll see your enemies fall.

Aggression Progression

Overcast days brought darkness to my surviving light.
For a newly begotten will to bring an end to your blight.
So brandish your words like the blades we cross.
I'll cast right on back every fucking stone you toss.

I apologize for how fast your aggression unfurled.
As you pissed about your problems in your perfect first world.
You hid behind a flimsy shield of self worth and improvement.
Didn't expect my eyes to be trained on your fake ass movement.

I'm the one that will make the wheels turn.
Though I'd love to see your visage burn.
And I'll keep running until I feel faint.
To save myself from all that you taint.

So get out with that shit about the wrong or right.
Your injustice comes to a final end tonight.
You go on and on about the way you feel.
But nobody will listen for none of it is real.

Looking Past the Past

It's hard to find the beauty in this piece of painting.
The detail on the people's faces is quickly fading.
Maybe it's not our best shot at making art.
The theme was doomed right from the start.

There has to be more to us than this.
Before I lay dying and motionless.
Are you still looking for a sign?
Or am I just running out of time?

The end of the world is down to the wire.
Now I have brought new light to a heart on fire.
Do you think I stand a chance?
Or can we just smile now and dance?

Don't make like we've never met.
After the curtains close on the set.
I love you dear for what you are.
So just be yourself when you leave the car.

Union

I'm stopping and wondering what makes sense anymore.
Why I'm somehow phasing through a closing door.
And no, don't stop, I think I know what this is all about.
It's my boomeranging, relapsing, and recurring doubt.

Stick it out with me though, I'll be alright,
When you touch my face and hold me tight.
Be there when I fall back so together we can thrive.
Along the way we'll figure out what it means to be alive.

And stop me please if I'm proven to be wrong.
In the light of defeat I find it difficult to move on.
Even now I feel its dull ache deep within my chest.
But carry me forth and I'll make it for the best.

However, I am not helpless on my own.
I dread the feeling of being alone.
For as long as I have the will and the cunning.
You can refuse me, but I'll just keep on running.

Kept Awake

Now here's a feeling I haven't felt in a good long while.

Do I make my stop here or do I go the extra mile?

I want to pledge my heart and soul to a friendly cause.

Yet I need time to iron out some outstanding flaws.

I remain silent even though I have everything to say.

For they are the thoughts I banished from the light of day.

Yet there too are the times where I feel like I'm on fire.

But to whom do I turn when I am hanging from the wire?

I feel people took up residence at the bottom of my heart.

But maybe they were always there from the very start.

Perhaps they were in places I cannot see.

I spent my whole life blind to the best of me.

And you know, there were so many people before that have tried.

But I have an inkling on who I can turn to with my arms open wide.

Once in a while I may be gracious and give a little more.

Lest I forget, however, that I have been dead wrong before.

Abyss Bore No Fury

In a vacuum where vibrations are all I sense.
I suffer under yet another false pretense.
But when all was said and done.
It was just another mistake to learn from.

Prone to lash out in a righteous fit.
I may give much but not a single shit.
And oh have I long awaited this day.
To silence demons and unmake decay.

But I've culled the demons for far too long.
Now is the time I retreat and sing a new song.
It will be an unbroken song of redemption.
But I will keep an open ear to your suggestion.

I'll make a supply of justice but no demand
To the angels marching hand-in-hand
It's a different song and a familiar tune.
But I am renewed and I'm rising soon.

Glass Ballista

Even though I am guilty as hell.
I make pretend like all is well.
Figuring out how to tell the truth the best of ways.
But at the same time diminish the shades of grays.

Freedom is the illusion I had when things fell through.
In spite of it, the things I loved, I found I long outgrew.
Though I stand tall, proud, and great.
Still I find I am treated second rate.

I tried so hard to prove that I am beyond that.
Broke my back to gird the soul and trim the fat.
So much was banked on me no help was suggested.
Nonetheless that task was harder than expected.

It's a new year and I am tired of trying
To satisfy everyone and pay their fine.
But it is not too late to see the blueprints and pour down a base.
Perhaps seeing the smiles of others has long since lost its grace.