America Lost the Civil WarSit a spell and listen nowMore Like This
I’ve got a tale to tell:
a timeless tale of brothers once
who were caught in wasted war
Old Billy Yank and Johnny Reb
grew up bounced on Daddy’s knee
fed on stories of knights and kings and chivalry.
They laughed and played and drank and joked
but then they grew and grew apart;
one to the farm and the other to the shop.
As time went by and time forgot
the letters came in less and less
until like time they two forgot
and went their separate ways.
Bound by name and called by deed
the two brothers toiled
until one day a man did call
calling them to dine.
The brothers came with minds alight
and sat right down to eat
but instead of wine there came a summons
by meddling fingers delivered;
a proclamation and a fit damnation
that tore the two apart.
Over strangers in their house the two were doomed to fight
and soon their blood the fields did soak
where up the cotton grew red.
Then time it came and so it went
but this time, time did not forget
and now the
SecretI have a hidden secretMore Like This
But I can't trust you to keep it
I've stored it safely in a jar
There it sits, right next to my heart
Around my neck I wear the key
And if I use it my secret will be freed
I've hidden the jar far away
But perhaps I'll open it someday
To know my secret you'll have to wait until it's free
I wonder if you'll be surprised at what you'll see
[II]I’ve been let out from the cave of a thousand souls where I learnt that fear is above all.More Like This
How it would be, they asked, fear would rule it all?
Fear and vanity, they are ancient like the night
for there was nothing before darkness.
There was light.
There was light, it followed the cold,
when the firstborn powers of the old
painted the sky, and released the ark
which carried their opening eyes.
Then there was light - after the dark.
In the war fought on the drumming bloodrun streets between the ears
- that veils the eyes with reddish scales
and never tells long wistful tales
for its talent is to fly through the days –
one cannot hear the cry of the ash-blanketed lands and love is just a silent witness in a mask.
May its mask cast the fee
That eternally yours will be.
Fear is primal, and love must be known.
From the mist, a fire must be sown
Or the first urge would never be grown
Over with chains, in a mesh
Weaved and spinned off from its flesh
.GARDENINGMore Like This
Art is a lot
You save up everything you couldn't eat
And let it rot,
Then shit out what you could eat
And save that too.
Then you bury
All of it with
A piece of yourself
And see what grows.
All the mind's are sleepingSleepy little hollowMore Like This
begging me to follow,
down to the riverbed,
down to revive the dead.
Sleepy little baby,
begging me a maybe,
down to the bottom floor,
begging me for more.
Sleepy little hero,
begging me of dipierro,
down to the empty house,
not even a living mouse.
may I scream for silence,
feeling the relative highness,
Feeling much to low,
not knowing where to go.
The daylight fades too fast,
not giving enough to last,
my mind cannot mend,
I can no longer pretend.
From GraceI am but a yellow leaf in the ever growing obis,More Like This
A speck of dust in the cavernous whole that is your heart.
You live in your false realities of contorted memories,
You're a man, no longer,
But a shadowed figure where he once stood,
Hiding from their judging eyes as you fall from grace,
For HerThat girl with the fire in her heart,More Like This
she can’t tell if its cancer of the throat or
too many broken heart strings, but she’s
setting herself on fire and taking the forest with her;
I think she’s chanting about how
the embers burn stars into her arms but
I forgot my latin stems when she forgot
how to love herself and I can’t say
how long ago that was;
she’s so scared of herself
or the world or maybe
what’s under the bed that she’s
scarring up her pretty little body,
No, it’s far from beautiful, it’s the
bane of my existence, but
Oh darling this is your existence
and it doesn’t get any better you just
learn to be happy with it.
she sheds blood now instead of tears
for chemical imbalances and
boys who don’t dance, and she
sits around eating nothing but
dirt and self-hate and watching the
flowers grow, asking me Why,
why do they keep dying? but
Don’t you get it, we all drop our petals we ju
Lonesome RoadMore Like This
On the road to Hell I stand,
Ready to battle,
as a man.
I sought out the evil here.
It shall find me,
Upon this road,
of fire and bone.
I walked this path alone,
Haunted by a face of sin,
I begin to doubt,
I shall ever win.
Tortured souls of dead men,
Howl in the darkness without end,
This is no place,
One should be.
Nowhere to run,
Nowhere to flee.
I will lock and load
I will stand ready
On this lonesome road
I will stand steady
Darkness lurks near
Driven by hate
I will die here,
If that be my fate
I will walk on,
Weapon in hand
I will walk for the dawn,
Over blood spattered sand
I will risk it all
The life of one at dawn
For the lives of many
I may fall,
But my spirit lives on.
This is my destiny,
To walk this road
The ending of my unknown legacy,
When my spirit ascends,
To gods humble abode....