Sad Days

I want the world
I had, I hated
It came with
Simplicity
In all its
Complexity
Welcome back
The broken days
Where it's so
Easy to feel
Cold and lonely
Than just lonely
When in a full
Room, half empty
Maybe
If I close my eyes
The world
Would've created
A perfect myth
Some mystery
For me to sit
In complacency
Along a beaten track
And quiet ways
I'll be home
To kneel
Before the twenty
Wrongs that made me
Thousands of tries
Failed and failed again
These are the days
I belong to now
Where the simplest
Joy was to write
Now is a task
To fullfil
I'm sorry, my love
My story was halted
Quickly faltered
But I'm here again
And I don't
Want
To
Leave
Again
Welcome to the Window

Strange Things To Say

Deserted towns
They're all around
Everywhere
Here and there
Hear them wear
And tear with
Winds which
Swirl swift
Quick like figments
Of broken imagination
Strange days these
Are, strange days

Passerby

Gone, gone, gone
With the wind
A puff of smoke on
Breezes we spin
Gradually, to deny
What we really are
Will make us rely
On the fading spark
Left on the side of the road
He had a name like us
Cursed with a code
For ignorance from us
He was gone, gone
Gone with the wind
I'll miss him, perhaps

Sing Me Another One

Smaller songs that
Swing you slowly
Singing softly
Serenading sweetly
Say "I love you"
Such sly statements
Sinful sentences
Swerving strength
Say "I love you"
Said some day
Soon somehow
Say "I love you"
Say it please
Say "I love you"
Said

I Think She's Someone Else

Dream a little louder
Loud enough to
Shake my head
Turn it inside out
Till her face is
All that I see

Common

Words I breath in
Quickly forgotton
Like a rich man's sin
I'm at the bottom
Where it's colder
Than the heart's ice
Looking over my shoulder
Hoping grit will suffice
Black thoughts done
Gone and signed
My life away on
The words I've rhymed
If it's strength I need
I'll find it elsewhere
But now since I bleed
I'll pretend to care

Sombre

Here's to the fucker
That miser will suffer
Every last breath
Like a secondary death
Mi amore

Undergrounded

Pushed below
Where I should
Be, where I want
To be, it's dark and
Colder than nights in
The emptiness

Paraded Around

This is the thing
That thing, you know
I was telling you about
The thing, oh right right
That thing, we thought
You meant the other thing
Like, the thing where
It was useless to
Remember the things?
Songs for thing one
Reasons for thing two
Love for other things

Blue Veins

Seen and not heard
Just the way it should be
Easiest to lose
Down the street, not
Across it, that's
How I was taught
So let's make a new
One sometime soon

Verbatim

There's a this
Followed by a
Quick little that
Tit for tat
Just like you
Short and stat
Now repeat
After me
Like so, don't
Make a single
Error here
It's critical
Critically criticised
And certainly
Slanderous
But serious in
Every way, so
Copy and do
Just as I say
And we'll get
Along just so
Very fine
Copy, paste, done

Brief Brilliance

Comes when you don't need it
Isn't there in times of necessity
Strikes you like a brick
Helpful in building, painful as
Hell, it's a good way to
Live

Best Time To Say

Whatever it is you want
Whenever you can
Wherever it is you need it to be
And the reasons
Are all yours
Again

Heavy Nights, Deadweight Days

Ever get that no good feeling
Where everything won't ever
Be as good as the awful sleep
You just woke up from?

Concrete Hilltops

What dreams have become
Made of, we define them
With our deeds and wealth
Monumental disregard
For disregarded monuments
Broken, breaking, blending
In with bleak surroundings
Crumbling now in ages new
Ignoring all that we were
Distracted by what we have
Become, are becoming
Will be tomorrow and the
Days to follow

Breathe Slow

In time with me now
Rattling, hollow, rasping
Choking for just one more
Everyday that goes by
Reason to keep the cycle
To stay here

Remaining Here

I'm chasing rays of sunshine
Broken through the window pane
They slip through these cold hands of mine
Like passing drops of rain
And as I stare into the darkest night
I'm called to remember that day
That left feeling like this
I'm colder in every way

Stability Let Me Go

Lighthouse on a
Floating ice shelf
Leading astray
Ships to nowhere
Nowhere's where
They go, mislead
Misguided in the
Image of assuredness

Tell Me A Story

Days so dim we can hardly see our own hands
LIfe so grim that every breath is a demand
Feel the chill as you draw another in
Shivers down your spine, slowly tingling
Sensations, vibrations, imagination's playing tricks
All the best in the books, as you search for a fix
Stumbling around in the smoke and crowd
Then trip over yourself, and in the silence cry aloud
Tell me, dear one
Where does the story lead

Discernment

The left and right
Of right and wrong
Ironic in the mind
Impossible in the act