Month: June 2017

blue

i’m just sad
all the time
and your mad
cause all i do is rhyme

about the problems that we had
all the stupid stuff that wasn’t so bad

leaving everything to chance at hand
when i should have been loving you as planned

mistakes made
in the past
seem to fade
pretty fucking fast

so it’s time i take a stand
cause it’s time i took command

punching out the shadows
taking pictures that overexpose

but that’s just me
faults you can see
and that’s just you
my girl in blue

options

i don’t have any news
to help you get through the day
because the night will be rough
more things will get in the way
like the problems in your head
making you stress about tomorrow
or the daunting lines of repetition
that will make you vile
fill you with a constant disdain
giving up the ghost of yesterday
to try and be someone else
will only be a temporary fix
to something bigger then yourself
with the empty truths you share
to the ugly liars you fight
giving up seems easier now
then taking a good look
under a new light
but even if you find yourself
alone, miles away
will the feeling be fleeting
or stay with you
for the rest of your days

course

there’s a new moon
casting over the treetops
keeping me up at night
while you wonder about others

is there any hope
that things will change
in the new light of dawn
that casts unfamiliar shadows

maybe with the daybreak
i’ll come to understand
what it is you take for granted
to help you better understand

with the winds out west
or the islands to the east
whatever causes the shakeup
to bring you back down

i don’t plan to leave
let failures fall aside
help you to regain
the hollow soul of man

the cost of redemption
is to ask yourself
why live for tomorrow
when today let you down

but to rise again
when the sun departs
well the moon and you
are more alike – then once thought

inadmissible

she hates poetry
it’s as simple as can be
unlike the painter who flaunts
every stroke is taught
with purpose and poise

gets annoyed when i play LPs
says the hums and pops
put her at unease
but those low-fi mp3s
are too tinny for me

tired of the picture books
that stack up on shelves
she hates fantasy and sci-fi
says it’s a disease
to escape from reality

always worried
when i come home beaten and bruised
just turn on the news
guys like me that try to take it easy
get laid out on parade