I wrote this several years ago with a bad head cold and recorded it a capella on my tablet right then so I didn’t loose the melody. It’s rough, but I hope you like it.
Another Fool
I want you to be overwhelmed
by me;
breathless,
dizzy,
unable to turn
away.
I want you to see me,
all of me.
I want you to want
to explore
all the hidden corners
wrapped in shadow
that no one else
can see.
I want you to persue me
relentlessly,
to fight for me
like I am your most coveted
prize,
your fate,
your only.
But you are lukewarm
in your attentions.
For all your
lust
you are empty of
passion.
There is no subtelty
to your art,
and your arrogance
betrays
your hand.
You love to play
the hero,
but you are just
another fool.
6-24-18
Humanity
Locked doors
barred tight
danger lurks
beyond sight
“progress” kills
nuclear war
oldest profession
that of a
whore.
2002
Origins, Then and Now
Then
Fantasies
of a piece long
lost
discovering its
puzzle.
The great
return,
where I make
sense
amid the teeming
masses
of confused
and confusing
humans.
Now
Fantasies ripped
and torn,
destroyed by the
one
from whose belly
I was
cut
before being sent
far away
to those who would
come to
regret their
purchase.
5-1-18
The Year of Broken Promises
This was the year of broken promises,
the year of shattered illusions,
the year of systematic
pulling of the rugs
from beneath
my
feet.
Everything known is lost,
everything believed,
proved false.
All of the pretense
has been
stripped
bare.
Naked,
I stand before the mirror.
Alone,
I crumble or I rise.
4-2-15
Shattered Mindspace 