An Author’s Regret
Wit woven and intermittent on paper
Hours owning a prickling pen in hand
Revision, re-take, rewrite - time wasted on how to shape "her"
The missing masterpiece, the babbling baby, the dark demand.
Hours owning a prickling pen in hand
Unreal voices vexing me - understand?
The missing masterpiece, the babbling baby, the dark demand
Threatens to overthrow my complacently creative mentally limp land.
Unreal voices vexing me - understand
Driving and dribbling me ballsy 'cross court; pressure and pain - insane
Threatens to overthrow my complacently creative mentally limp land
Uncouthly killing my deep desire to do what I love because I can.
I push past pressure and pain.
Wit woven and intermittent on paper
My wife, The Pen, I go now to rape her
Revision, re-take, rewrite - time wasted on how to shape her.
Earthly Tomb
I cannot wait anymore - this pain I must endure is a damn chore, for sure
This world has won. I'm finished, I'm done. This pain, insane, is no fun
Even walking on earth, I'm trapped under dirt, so hurt
This world is brutal, cruel, and so curt
I'm burnt, in a damned soak
I'm just not pure.
I am filthy, wrecked. Heart has rampant raging left unchecked
Foolish man! Don't you think I rage against this numbness?
I cannot speak now - Hah! Such damn dumbness
Such cards stacked on me; I'm decked
Just give me peace.
Hand me bliss - this eternal bliss You claim. Do You feign?
Or do You seek to seal me in the tomb?
I'm shouting Your holy name
Am I doomed?
Blade in my broken hand - pain now a friend
Rocks bury me, my arms bend
I'm in my tomb.
This soft barrel against my temple feels so warm, so warm.
And being around this Earthly tomb feels so cold, so cold.
The Phantom Returns to Rest
The Phantom returns to rest
Unable to confess
The sins it has caused
Oh, the havoc it has wrung
Unable to confess
The murders of death its blade has sung
Oh, the havoc it has wrung
Leaving leaf-lings lifeless
The murders of death its blade has sung
The hum of homicide
Leaving leaf-lings lifeless
And nurturing trees hollow.
Ah, poor Phantom
The sins it has caused
Does haunt it indeed but still
The Phantom returns to rest.
The Sand in the Distance
I step over this hilltop
My body begs me to stop
But I refuse to drop
Until I see the sand in the distance.
Beyond luscious forests and sapphire streams
Rests the eye; Reality is not as it seems
Beyond the illusion, beams
The sand in the distance.
There is no rock, there is no sea
There is no hope, there is only
The sand in the distance.
All my life, I saw a colorful black
I thought I sought what I had always lacked
But, truly, I seek reality back;
The sand in the distance.
The world is broken - an unholy school
Taking the Earth seriously, you must be a fool
This illusion has one purpose: to be used as a tool
This is why I seek the sand in the distance.
All my life, I've been blinded
To this ephemeral oasis, I've been binded
And, until now, I've never minded
Not knowing of the sand in the distance.
With my body burning
And my stomach churning
I stand atop the hilltop, my mind turning
As I gaze upon the sand in the distance.