PRIDE AFTER PRIDE

BLUE RIDGE SKYLINE

three hours of sleep
ten hour drive
rolling down the
mountain
passing nothing town
plastic bag flag
flapping in the wind
beside the highway
animals are on
the wrong side of
the fence
the walls
the past passes by
horse and carriage
monster trucks
survival of the fittest
dust in wind is dust

THANKSgiving

can't see beyond the dawn
sing me just one more tender song
with words that you can feel
what i feel is not even real
i'm drowning out there
out in the fields
all alone in my own guilt
there's scattered thoughts of me
left within memories
just my drunken revelries
pushed aside by sober queens
viewed obscure and obsolete
find my relativity
mixed and stirred sardonically
never reaching authority
lost in reality
i wish, i wish severely
you could see my honesty
it could open doors of belief
not of christ or similarity
something true, worked and dirty
never real without relief
just words that fall asleep
all alone and cold and brief
nothing more for me to speak
i can see nothing beyond
this crease
unfolding in disbelief
insecure and obsolete
i'm worthless and no one's relief
not even on my own tribe
lost alone and full of time
regarded as unrefined
i don't belong in this place
anachronistic in my own mind
cold and worn of any pride
release me and take
my personal heresy
golden lock broken and key
open memories
before i'm buried deep
burn all my relics
before people see
anything of meaning
anything that meant
anything to me
it would make my
existence
stone free
bring it to nature
with no explaining
understood
without meaning
agreed
free me

Spoken Word

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GHOST MAN

I FEEL LIKE A GHOST
CAN’T GET DEATH OUT MY HEAD
IT CREEPS UP ON ME
LIKE MY OWN SHADOW
I FEEL USELESS
I CAN RATIONALIZE
WHY
I FEEL THIS WAY
WHICH SCARES ME
I DON’T FIT INTO THIS WORLD
I NEVER HAVE
THESE FEELINGS HAUNT ME SINCE YOUTH
I CAN UNDERSTAND
I AM
DIFFERENT FROM YOU
ALIENATION AND PAIN
WITH ME EVERYDAY
MY MOOD BROODING
MY TONGUE POISONOUS
MY SOUL TAINTED
MY LIFE EMPTY
I KNOW WHAT IT IS
TO BE ALIVE
I FIND SOLACE
IN WHAT I KNOW
MUSIC, FILM, PAINTING, DRAWING
COLLAGES, WRITING, DESIGNING
ALL I’M GOOD AT
I CANNOT SURVIVE
IN THIS WORLD
WITH THESE THINGS
I FEEL WRONG
FOR WRITING THIS
BEEN DROWNING IN BOTTLES
SUCKING ON DEATH
THINKING BAD THOUGHTS
CAN’T GET OUT OF BED
CAN’T FALL ASLEEP
ALL ALONE
IN EVERYTHING
I RUIN ALL
OPPORTUNITY
NEVER WORTH MY PARTS
I’M TOO HARD ON ME
I’M TOO HARD ON EVERYONE
EXPECTATIONS BROKEN
MEANINGS REVEALED
SHATTER MY HOPE
SINKING IN THINKING
LIKE THE GREATS
NEVER SATISFIED
MY WORK IS NEVER DONE
ABSTRACT
BUT NO ONE CARES
I NEED SOME NEW HOPE