variance

i gave what i could
to you
more then i should
just like
before

do i stand now
in anger
or linger
in regret
again

how many times
until i stop
giving out
more hope
relentlessly

or was it all
for the better
unselfish actions
once over
repeated

my face is different
changed by days
molded by mistakes
not what you
remember

even now
you look
for familiarity
only to find
variance

undone by my hand

handout holiday

wish you knew better
it would help me out
today

if i keep on wishing
could you find another
way

cause i keep losing
track of time and
days

whisper in my ear
if you’ve got something to
say

i’m used to it
you giving it
away

but i don’t need
you to go ahead and
overstay

while i go over it
in my head and let it
decay

should i just take
it back and watch it
play

trying to decipher
black or white in the
gray

but i don’t plan
for you to lead me
astray

no i’ve wasted so much
that now it’s
midday

alotment

no i’m not tired
i’ve just been here
for awhile
been waiting for
everything to come around

it’s not fair
the trouble you face
longer shadows
in your short days
coming down

don’t look now
there’s no point
in giving up
forcing your luck
on a broken fence

if there is a means
i’m sure
that you’ll succeed
in solving problems
you don’t need answers to

but don’t listen to me
be your own
ears and reasoning
never thought i was
helpful to the seeking

just count up
the fallen words
stretch out
follow through on
what you’ve come to believe

fabler

listen in
i will tell you a lie

it will evoke an emotion
that hinders attention

you’ll have lost
only time and patience

but filled your curiosity
to cruel levels

the truth of it
is unbelievable at first

not that you’ll see
blinded by greed

know that i strike
with endless tenacity

only to illicit
your unknown response

you and i
are one and the same

free of thought
but not of pain

your blood runs blue
under a red sun

you cut off ties
that suffocate

i gasp for air
under pressure

my eyes misled you
to rapture your soul

there is no truth
in disowning the past

you choose to believe
that the future heals

you are molded
by your own lies

why have you decided
to interest yourself in mine

apostate

would you mind
lending me a hand
i’ve gone off again
looking for trouble
only finding desires
that follow my endeavours
to dark corners
in new neighbourhoods

can you pry off
these clinging beings
who are biting down
on what little’s left
of my modest soul
breaking my skin
bound for brittle bones
and sour marrow

it’s time again
to call in a favour
repay me in actions
it wasn’t long ago
that i carved off
your blackened heart
severing the poison
from infecting your core

time is of the essence
my blood no longer boils
the chill of death
marches forward
to the beat of bells
please make haste
heal my warped wounds
push these demons back

i can see you now
in the distance
the break of dusk
facing forward on
breathing in the scene
only to grin from afar
they beckon to you
my friend, come undone

the bell you have rung