Thursday, October 7, 2010

The Distance

I looked in your eyes
and saw what I want
that wandering vision
from so far away.

The sweetness grows weary
the love soon subsides
but something lays hidden
in those vagabond eyes.

I hope that you care
and feel my heart beating-
from so far away
I hope your desires aren't fleeting-

but I'll wake to this nightmare
where you aren't there.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

A reason to be aloof


And when you least expect it
it creeps up from behind
like an uninvited house guest
love: genuine-
and leaves you like a ratty rag
when you feel divine.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Ya...

Oh lovely,
lonely,
damnable disease.
I've gotten to know
these walls after days.

Not with a color
but a bitter-clear haze-
I think I'll need a mallet
to fall back to sleep
like an insomniac plague-

and yet I'll keep fighting
when my brain's wasted away.

Monday, September 27, 2010

you know...

Spitting, free rhyming/ I'm fucking timing attacks/ guess who's timing just the right time to come back? I'm drunk as hell riding up inside the rhythm what's up/ Just one more reason for the kid to get fucked up.

I got the girl who's straight fine/ I do the grind into her horizontal blind/ like the roots said, "I push my seed in her bush for life." It ain't no rock and roll though/ don't get it twisted/ so evil and vicious I use Patron on my mistress/ and I'll be holding the still-born like a ham at Christmas. Been to hell and I didn't take a step off earth/ I took the Ferry to Brooklyn to see young bloods battle for turf/ I'm the watcher recording evil so I'm ready to give it/ you can't believe the shit I've seen you just got to sit back and live it/ and hope there's a benevolent god and that his shit is forgiving.

Commitment to Destruction

You
Sheep of the world
not following a Sheppard
but wandering
alone.

Why do your feelings lie
in disconnection?
True apathy is a skill
it takes commitment
ironically...

Bedroom Eyes

Girl you've got those bedroom eyes
that speak in mystery and I-
wish I were with you that I might see
those bedroom eyes staring right through me.

Those curious eyes that want something
and I wish I knew just what to bring
because for you I'd take on god
but bedroom eyes are tired so I nod-

off to sleep to see you in forever
maybe some day I'll have them or maybe never.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

A silent prayer

So here I am at the edge of the sand
staring off into the ocean of blue
hoping some day I'll come home to you.

I've crossed oceans and searched the world
for a bed to lay my head on
and waking and sleeping, waking and sleeping
praying your with me at dawn.