I am the lighting
Crashing in your window
I am the falcon
commanding the skies
I am the snake
That seeps venom into your heart and whispers secrets in your ear
I am the weeping willow that covers your sins from the sun I am the tyrant
And my word is law
I am the red clay
That broke the backs of the Irish
I stand above the clouds and breath the word of god through neatly drawn white lines
I speak with purpose
I drop Hatchetts on the skulls of patriotic herotics
I am the great sacrafice to god of war
I am the cleanser
And listen for quick steps that break twigs and shake leaves
I am getting out of here alive
With or without you.
Run for for the river
I’ll see you on the other side.
I found peace on an old rocking chair
Swaying back and forth
Directing the zacada chorus
A loving wind teaches the grass to dance to an old lullaby
The rotten wood beneath my bare feet is warm with the suns embrace
In this serenity
I think of the cold starving nights
Each moment a war for air
There is no road to this promised land
I had to wander through the bush and thorns
To be sanctified
To be cleansed
Now I am protected by this rusty tin roof
And the watchful eyes of the oak and pine
What a time to be young
To be on the brink of an eternal sun set
The sea seems tired today
The waves roll back with the tide in a lazy hum
It lacks the chaos and ferocity I’ve seen in years past
The water wreaking havoc on anyone foolish to invade it’s psychotic serenity
I’m sure it’s seen enough over the years
Enough grey skies
Enough sinking ships
Probably lost count of the lost that found an eternal home within its bowels
The clouds roll toward the shore and the seagulls race for sanctuary
I found nothing in the sand but more sand
Until we meet again
I hope your vigor is restored
Don’t lose your spirit
Don’t give it away to the land locked charoltens and bay side bastards
Your life is mine and I hope to see our life restored to its former glory.
Have you heard the phrase fish out of water?
Have you seen a fish out of water?
It is tragic.
You can see deaths reflection in the eyes of the fish
at a certain point
The fish gives up
And just lies there
Until the stillness embraces the fish
Humans will withdraw life like money from a bank and sign the dotted line with a evil grin.
Only our god could be so fucked in the head to come up with us.
I’m only moments away from signing my own dotted line and cashing this fucking check.
I promise you
There is no promise land
So we must
My brothers and sisters
Through This perpetually eternal exodus
The dammed and demented left alone to fight for scraps and hug for love taps
Grab your q tips and comence the holy cleaning
Repremand the hypnotized and withdraw from the matrix before you yourself are euthanized
The street preachers warned us while the prostitutes with bones boned us
Shut your mouth before the moral vanguard breaks down the door and scoops you up like mary poppins
Scrape the road kill from the street only to watch it’s racoon brother jump in front of the same car.
Can be made
Like purpose is written on paper by the sword
Don’t get lost in these narrow alleyways and end up in damp hallways begging for your life from a dead beat god that never paid his moral child support.
Accept the chaos that springs from your ribcage and molds the shooting stars that captivate orphans with fabricated adoption papers
Live your life and demand meaning from a world that refuses to supply it like a shity dime and gram grass dealer
tell em we want an ounce
Cuss I got spiritual blunts to roll
And a void that nothing but dreams can be fill
Time has passed by rapidly recently
I closed my eyes in the presence of the lord
In the belief that I was not worthy
To witness the glory
The glory of time
I am not ready
And the world continues to turn
Then one day I will die
With my last words
I will depart saying
I am not ready
Like a bum to a liquor store
Or The birds in the spring
the gray air drapes the earth
why do people live here?