Tired

May 23, 2017

Switching off
My tired brain
Before exhaustion
Drives me insane
Sleeping through
To morning’s call
Silent slumber
Dim and dull
Slowly turning
I awake
Yawning, sleepy
At day break
Then another
Day like before
Bleeding together
Now and before

Down in the dirt

May 11, 2017

The night came
And he saw
A reflection
In a dirt puddle
The city
A face
So much pain
That scuzzy liquid
Showed the ugly Truth
Reality.

Fountain of youth

May 6, 2017

Let me weave the fabric
Of a tale as old as I.
How old is that
I hear you ask?
While let’s begin,
Buckle in!
For this will be a ride.
It starts out,
Long before,
I was old enough to drink.
Now the swill,
I sip and spill,
And with it,
My sweat does stink.
So long ago,
I was but a boy,
Riding along on my bike.
I rode it hard,
And rode it fast,
That summer sun,
I thought would last,
Until I grew old.
But it turns out,
Without a doubt,
The Sun shall always set.
Before I forget,
Let me reset,
And tell you,
This tale is dark.
I was young,
And had just embarked,
On a quest,
I’d yet to understand.
By the end,
I’d understand,
What God has planed for me.
I rode my bike,
To the old dike,
And watched the water flow.
Deep within,
I saw a sin,
A dark man drowning slow.
I tried to reach,
From the beach,
And save the poor old man.
My hand went in,
But as it did,
His face disappeared.
When my hand came out,
I let out a shout,
For he simply reappeared.
I did this til dusk,
Then realized I must,
Peddle home before night.
As it got dark,
I created a tale,
To keep myself feeling sane.
It turned out,
The face I saw,
Is the one you’re seeing now.
I’m not sure how,
The water leaked out time.
I saw what would be,
And I knew I wasn’t free.
So into the swill,
I sip and sip,
Trying to forget the end.
The next time I rode,
Down to the dike,
I saw the tortured soul.
He smiled up at me,
Told me to live free,
For in the end I’ll grow old.
That was a century ago,
And still I grow,
For I know I’ll never die.
I stuck my hand in,
The fountain of youth,
Only youth’s not what it gave.
It robbed me of life,
And filled me with strife,
Knowing I’d never be saved 
That is my tale,
So now I shall sail,
Towards the bottom of this drink.
For when I get there,
I’ll be unaware,
That tomorrow will feel just the same.
Thanks for the ear,
But I do fear,
Death shall never come.
So goodnight to you,
I bid you adieu,
And please leave me to my rum.

Who have I become?

April 28, 2017

I forgot
My purpose
But I keep growing
I forgot
My way
But I keep going
I forgot
My path
But I keep moving
I forgot
Myself.

Impossible

March 30, 2017

The reality is seeping in
I lived in a vile, pile of sin
Stranded high by seven laws
Painful truths always claw

Tearing the fabric of my make-believe
Removing the shroud I’d used to deceive
Bare and naked I stand before God
A spitting image, a little odd

My offenses clear as a crystal sky
I told the truth, it was useless to lie
But God did not strike me down
He just smiled while he frowned

Stop the ship

March 6, 2017

There is a line
In the sand
Once it’s crossed
We are not planned
For everything
We have come to know
Will up and leave
Without a show
Powerless
To stop this tide
We’re just stuck
Along for the ride
Let’s hope it ends
Before that line
Because in life
There isn’t Rewind

Darker half

February 2, 2017

In the night
You cannot see
That there’s something wrong with me
It feeds on fear
It feeds on doubt
Makes me want to let it out
But when it’s out
I cannot win
There’s nothing good
Only sin
In the darkness it seems ok
My darker half is out to play