2005-04-28 - 8:44 p.m.
condemn the thieves and execute the evil martyrs
if truth survives this rendition of medicinal apocalyptic accolades
then perhaps the winter storm may bring unto its own knees
the proper place or placement in a time
more right than ever after.
I am the result of nothingness.
There is a bridge unmade to cross and to bend and then collapse.
Love me whole to death do us never never part
a change for the weathered betters
some might say do not attempt such false hope harboring
and I concede there is a danger in this rendition of truth blended with fantasy
but wishful thinking is a cure in its own right
surround the night
bleeds out language.
In a catacomb of words I sleep so sullen
scream to you though I have no evidence of your response
or who you are
a fool, I am, to carry on so deliberate
toward the key change
in shifts of third and recycling of aches and tremors
find me somehow somewhere in my silencing.
Make me whole to feel the breed of new dawn bound
train wreck lay down
have hope. become. behave yourself until I get there.
Don't let this go the ghost pursues the dream
her fingers refuse to work hard
but her mind is ever-reeling.
Baiting death at its heals
to age the progress, sweet like wine.
I know nothing. I know nothing.
I want it all. I want it all.
Salty sermons catalytic in nature
and through nature defiled
although I see past tragedy
watch me unfold another day.,
The highway sheds distance behind me; into the mirror that centers me.
Grace has had her way with all I do.
Nothing's new. Oh, why is nothing knew.
Slow change. Remain. Investigate premises
Lost to you. One day we will find each other remarking
face to face
and for that I'd go to my grave for a kiss goodbye.
Harmonic intervention.
The struggle for genius inside.
The bombs they blast us awake into sudden entropies and end results.
Keep the kicking sound as the drum beat.
Relinquish nothing great. Accept your bravery.
No matter how slight the lead may be.
