Absolution

The songs that were left for me

Drowned me

I couldn't believe

That I was there

And

I was seen by you

Today is different

I swallowed

Not with belief

But with unknown

False crowns

Absolution

They say

They cry

They have no desire

If you tell the truth

Or lie

Send me your sinners

I ask for your patriarchs

Your matriarchs

Those who 

Pay and allow to be monarchs

I cry

For my my absolution

Is gone 

My crying crowns

Has left me

To tell the truth 

To tell the lies

No matter

I've drown

My Own Skin

My head is burning through the clouds
It smells like tumble weeds and faintly crowds
I miss the day that I could have met you
You tried to know the truth but I just... wouldn't let you

I wish I could have saved your soul
I wish I could have saved the world
I knew what was happeinging then
But I just saved... by own skin

With a turn to my left shoulder
I saw a sun that shouldn't be there
I hung my head and prayed
To some unknown soldier
To please, let me live

I don't deserve to live
I don't have faith to die
I need that something
I have always tried to hide

In the Sand

Cross cutting dunes
And feet
And flops
And drops
Ice and cubes
A spilled water
Or two
Recorded in the sand

A dropped tear in the sand

Leaving a lonely hole
Quickly gone
The feet
And flops
Having walked over
Any spilled water
Or teardrops
No longer even in the sand

That funny thing about sand

It hides your tears and fears and worry
No one can see you sweat
No one can track you fury
It's hidden in the sand

Fly By Night

Fly By Night

You can dive with the

Fishes

The Dragonflies

You can swim with the

Mermaids

The Fireflies

You can dip with the

Wings

Of the Butterflies

You can swoon with the

Moon

The Alibis

Your days have left me

Alone

But not Scared

Alone

With the darkness

But Prepared

Your love is not something

That needs to be

I loved you

With a longing

Unfortunately

You can dive with the

Fishes

The Dragonflies

You can swim with the

Mermaids

The Fireflies

You can dip with the

Wings

Of the Butterflies

You can swoon with the

Moon

The Alibis




By

Bazooka Jack

Welcome to the world

A job
A cracker jack in a box

Those who look for the funny
Those who sit for the money

Welcome to the world

You're a person looking

Shaking the box 
to see
A prize that's meant to be

Gum Gum
Gum begets gum

Bazooka Joe
A prize up for the money
Hard chews set up for the money 

No one can Bazooka that
No one can Cracker Jack that

You try to find the why but you see
There's no crack and jack now

Flat

My light has gone

There's nothing left

I try

But 

I'm always the joke

Who cares how you feel

They make you a joke anyway

Who cares  how you feel

You always make a joke anyway

I tried to 

Be what I couldn't be

But I thought I could

There's no reason

To even try

I tried to be a someone

But there's no hope in that

I tried to be a no one

But that too fell flat

Old Foe

Ah my old foe
I see you've returned
I knew that one day
You'd reappear
From nowhere
And make your way here

You never quite left
Your presence still hung
Like a specter
Who needs to
Return to
The place that it knew

Did I welcome you in
Did I leave the door open
Were you somehow invited
By a simple sigh, unspoken

A gesture perhaps
That gave you a sign
Just waiting for the moment
To re-invade my mind

Do I think too much
Is it simple to see
Am I the specter
That continues to reappear
From nowhere
Making my way here

So it seems now
Why was I so blind
My ghost is my penance
Of my own making
My soul taking
Sanity breaking

My old foe

Remember

I float

Gazing at the night

Feeling the drift

And waves

Porcelain walls

Beautiful stars

With careful ridges

Lovely edges

Deep

Smooth curve

Crevice

Clawfoot

Breathing

In

Out

Beautiful petals

Stretch

Like ink

Of warm

Reminiscence

Head bowed

Beautiful fingers

Of pink

And lovely

Tiny petals

Of sagging

Dying

Beautiful

Crying

Petals

Mime

I woke up with sand in my eye
Funny how it feels
Like a silly tear in my eye
Formed by sadness and despair
By nightmares
By careless
Whispers in the dark

That side of the bed is cold
Still warmer than it had been
While you were here
Impersonating a soul
Your poetic mournful cry
For regrets
Because it made you feel alive

But that silly sand in your eye
Was just enough
To look like a truthful tear in your eye
Feigning sadness and despair
You spoke of Kerouac and Poe
Your perfect soul men
And you.  Masquerading as a mime

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Hubris

I said goodbye to him

He said

"it's not you, it's me

I am unable to love, 

Believe me.

I would if I could

You’d be perfect for me

This isn't a made up moment

I swear"

"I'm not for you, you deserve so much

I would only hold you back

It's not you, it's me

With deepest sincerity"

He silently told me

To leave him the fuck alone

Pretty pretty please.

He hung his head in mocking sorrow

Which hurt more than his words

A drooping figure

Who acts the part

Like a man shot through the heart

A man who pretends to have a heart

What a wicked way to pretend

He mastered a wicked way to pretend

Dipping his poison pen in a well

He somehow managed to feel and tell

Overcoming his grief that almost did him in

He managed to find a way to begin

Again

With a story that "hurt" his soul to the end

A story that was all pretend

He received all the accolades one can get 

In a place that isn't worth its place in sweat

He reveled in his holy tomb

A place of self-importance

A sorcerer's room

What a wicked wicked way to pretend

When a forger writes of regrets

What a wicked wicked way to be 

When hubris and shame have not yet met 

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