Like your fathers came before you, starting fires and hanging nooses
Your inheritance nothing but hatred and confederate lies
Hiding behind rebellious flags and digital screens online
Calling your brothers fags and words I can't say out loud
Your masculinity is more fragile than the web of a spider
Lady Liberty sheds a tear, knowing all the tragedy inside
What recycled hell is this, you're sounding like Gen Y
It's 2019 and America is riddled with tumors
The future is in the hands of the youth, it alarms me
If we can't learn from past failures...
Cut out the venom, no more xenophobic lashings
Cheering on murderers and badged abusers
Religion a front to take stabs at our rights
(while aiming at the left)
You can trample my people but these diamonds shine on
(despite the aforementioned theft)
Why spread hate in a world made of art
Every last turn for the worst leaves us back at the start
I'm crying for change in a place much the same
Tell me that the King didn't die in vain
Not every limb was grown for a rope
Not every life will be lived without hope
I'm just as scared of what is to come as I am of what isn't to come.
What was supposed to come as much as what was never coming.
What a weird place to live, between all manner of things.
Nowhere in particular, or as they'd probably say, particularly nowhere.
Isn't it weird when you're reading some trite garbage and it veers off of the path you were estimating it would go? I, for one, definitely agree with it (Or it wouldn't be written here.)
I listen to Pink Floyd a lot, as most posers do, to the degree that I got a massive tattoo spanning shoulder to elbow. I'd never thought about getting a tattoo until I left my ex. The big one, much like the tattoo.
Something was just different, I realized that if i could walk away from a sure thing, I could definitely walk towards uncertainty. I walked boldly towards what was never coming, but ended up arriving.
I say boldly, when in reality, I mean it happened with my usual cowardice but without it leading to me halting the process. I wanted it to come.
I'm terrified to answer the door when someone knocks. I'm also so scared of conflict that I block people before there ever is a problem, to ensure that there never are problems. I live in abject fear of everything that is coming or going.
"Wish you were here" has one up-front meaning and a multitude of ways for someone pretentious like me to apply it to their life. It's on my arm now, a couple inches up from the inside of my elbow (Whatever that's called.) I wish I knew what was coming, and what never will.
I wish I didn't tremor when I hear a creak in the night, and silently scream whenever my phone screen lights up. I wish I could, for once, go more than a minute without looking over my shoulder.
I wish you were here. Not her, this whole outburst isn't about her. I wish serenity were here.
I just want to feel safe again.
If you've never met the Sunday Scaries, you're luckier than I.
They come from bright fluorescent and cheap linoleum.
They stomp about in broad strokes.
In short, bad deal.
This morning after dusting off my forlorn passions, I sought refuge.
As always, it was granted. Asylum. Shelter.
She greeted me like an old friend.
In short, a reunion.
You look different now, the only words I spoke. It was still her.
As always, she listened. Words weren't her way.
It was still her. Waiting patiently as ever.
In short, a new chapter.
Have you ever tried to lasso a snake? I haven’t either, but I wondered if by some chance you had managed it. Half the time it seems you’ve done twice the things that most have not. Slaying mythical beasts, baking a cake right on your first attempt, and swinging from building to building. I asked about the snake not because I am stoned (although Medusa would say otherwise), but because I know that ropey little creature has always ensnared your fancy. Your ear stooped low to the ground waiting to be told your next marching orders. The drum major left quaking in fear at this usurping. How have you been, by the way? We haven’t spoken since last we spoke. Additionally, I have found that things are usually where they were left and that at the end of the day the sun normally sets. Not like a play, however, you always did have an aversion to the arts. Crafting your own tales (or tails, if we still remember the snake question) instead of admiring the view. It truly is a million dollar view from here, wouldn't you say? Well, if you still had your tongue you would at least. It’s a miracle that the two of us have made it this far together. Usually we prefer to be divided. Remember the red sea and Berlin? Like those. Mostly. Nearly. Speaking of being near, it certainly is a long walk we have left ahead of us. I’m completely aware that you’ll hitch a ride with the birds much like last time but I must peddle along on my own. Or is it pedal? After all I’m not selling anything. Speaking of roses, or at least their petals, yours is certainly not what it used to be. Atrophy isn’t either. A beastly change has taken hold on the beauty that once stood taller than a beanstalk. Magical, isn’t it? How all these things can change around us but we remain here through it all. Well, through the tunnels at least. Over the mountains and around the creeks. I do believe it will take me all night to make my way home. Well. To mine at least. Meet again same time tomorrow? You haven’t a watch but I’m certain you’ll wind up back here, and that as ever it will grind my gears like no other.
Talking snakes and other bizarre anomalies
Wielding naught but truth
One that is as subjective as the weather
Whether or not you ought to believe
Whether or not I aim to deceive
Words are all they are whether spoken or delivered in the format of a bar
The credit to them is easily discovered
One writes for the love of his life and love for himself the other
They all seek to make their mark
A statue to their greatness
Representing all but the soul they left behind in their transition from man to marker
What are we but what we leave behind
Children, books, statues, all turn to ash as the world turns round again and again
What mark can we leave to be remembered
The only feasible manner of standing the test of time is to turn to something unusual
If we view ourselves as a collective, a group of one, we can stand the ravages of time and tide
We can escape the mortality of a single man’s life and transcend to the lives of mankind
To unify beyond friendship and kinship and come together in accord as one earthly family
That is what sets us apart from talking snakes, we need not speak in any holy text
We need only join our souls to find togetherness
Pull me in once again without holding back periods of time may passed but not one will land in this barrage of nonsense for I am beyond the need to stop and past the point of starting bring me back into the folds of your ironed out precepts I grow farther every second but yet I find myself first confused and second to none your visage is that of a mountain in my memory growing distant as this station wagon clunks further from where I left you further from the place called home after all that is where we left your heart your cold embrace in life paired only by the cold embrace of irons I am certain will follow this most heinous of disasters imagine ripping apart the scream by edvard munche this pales in comparison to that which was done the knife being wielded like a delicate paintbrush bright crimson and sanguine strokes of broad and narrow length dotting your canvas true art cannot be understood in merely one way but in a myriad of manners none of which can be truly seen if you cling to the convention of traditional human manners consider this the babbling of a mad man but again I say pull me in once again just one last time tell me i matter and am a good man but behind those eyes of deepest blue lies naught but a storyteller imagining their audience is a group of children too foolish to see past the charade and as such you were entombed in a ditch which to some may be seen as poetic but to the mind of a depraved fool such as i is seen as a final nail in the metaphorical coffin you will never receive you died as you lived disillusioned from the reality of the situation why would we catch up after twenty two years your velvet touch as genuine as your skills as a father it is so much easier to run from something that cannot even yet crawl let alone form memories or bonds but ironically enough we finally have a bond that you will take to the grave and i will take to the bar to drown it out like you drowned out my youth and existence I wonder if you even recognized me those cold decisive eyes to say you are a fool would be foolish indeed as you have degrees and papers stating your intelligence but there is far more intelligence to be found in an angry and disillusioned young man learning what vengeance and justice truly is for it is clear as day in a court of law that i am in the wrong but in the eyes of god and the tongues of men whispering behind doors at night i am the one truly wielding the gavel so goodnight and farewell pull me in once more to the father you could have been and the failure you would have sooner aborted
Aren’t I grand
Conjure a starry night for you with a bare hand
The man spoken of in tales whispered to you before bed
The one who would change it all
I’d move a mountain for you if it meant you saw me for what I am
Instead of hiding behind Majora like the sham
Father grant me that coat
Oh you know the one
Many colors and object of great desire
I earned it
After all look at the women I left strewn behind me
Aren't i as great as achilles
Heel my word, or rather, heed my word
I am but a reflection of what you wanted me to be
Half aware and half ignoramus
My third wife to be now can’t stand me
Hand me the coat
It will show them im more than just handsome and brilliant and humble
Say what you will, I’m too much to handle when I fly off by myself
Running from my problems but creating more in my wake
The death of my conjured image, host another wake
Coat me in arms representing my heroic acts
The time i nearly overdosed or the time I went to jail without a shirt
Put clothes on my back, for they are all the regal reignment that I lack
Have you seen me lately? A serial killer of ladies passing one to another, to shame even tom brady
Spiritually broke if not for the aforementioned quarterback
Pass me the coat
From scourge of georgia to the newest charlatan west of charlotte
The okie land waits for me to break it in twain then float off down the nearest river like mark
I’d bleed out but the blood is on your hands as much as mine
Dig deep within my soul, a perilous coal mine.
Without that damnable outerwear it's unclear where I’ll be in less than a year
Leave the coat for me
The center of a universe I’m too entitled for
Working for wages they purchase dogs for
Aren’t I the son you imagined?An atomic bomb with half the ingenuity and twice the fashion
But to put the icing on the cake and flowers around my gravestone rake
Father pass me the coat
Though it may be white as snow when I don it you’ll soon know
I am the color that makes it shine so bright
Double the magnitude of the stars up above
To say I am heartless is ignorant to say the least
My heart bursts to the brim and it all is for me
Myself, the greatest machine since the trebuchet
I am the greatest thing the world has seen, as far as i say
Give me the damn coat
I've lived and lied and fought and cried
Crocodile tears make an elegant disguise
Get all i desire with the flick of a wrist
Too lazy to even find myself in the impending mist
Raise a toast to me, don't butter me up
But look at my life and try and sum it up
Destruction is the purest form of creation
And night of whiskey bingeing the greatest form of contemplation
I desire the coat
Wrap me up unlike ever before
Not in the arms of drugs or money or whores
When your god is an item why would you look up
When you're top dog in your own life there's no room for a pup
Im wise beyond my years and beyond my limit in beers
How dare I be single it just isn't fair, there's so much connor to share
Pass me around like communion and give thanks
Never look into the sheet metal surrounding my makeshift tank
See me for what I am
A human wrecking ball, feeling like goliath but standing just under six feet tall
Six feet under would be a more fit resting place after it all
The good must die young so I could possibly be immortal
But still i lack one last thing
Give me the coat
Candles and plates and other trite objects
We seat ourselves gently
Proper greetings are brandied about
No social standing, for we are all seated
The table is square and yes it's on purpose
Each man thinking how he deserved it
A man that day
Left by the neck
Hanging on but not for dear life
A world of broken and dejected degenerates
Adults are above playing with toys
Men's lives are the ultimate form of entertainment
Rope is cheap and trees take time
When will you learn
She grew up alone
No god no guidance no shot
Shoot up she did
To woman from kid
The world was her oyster though she stood landlocked
Trapped in naught but innocence
She wandered and wondered and dreamt and pondered
Were there others
What was her purpose
Why did fate smile upon her with those wicked eyes
A blessing or curse to ramble the earth
Spewing no words but thoughts a plenty
Currency currently had no bearing
Her situation as odd as trying comparing
A raven and a writing desk
Knowing not of the sins of her forefathers
The accolades of her followers
At peace with her cage of a world