Trail

As I walk down the trail of life
I see hallowed, drawn faces all around me.
But in their eyes, I see love...
a love that comes from
the shared burden of living.

But some faces are rapacious,
and in those faces,
their eyes show a wanton hunger
that needs to feed...
like they are waiting to pick my bones.

Desert Flower

To the flower that
tried to grow in the desert.
Wetted by the spring rains
that ended the blight,
it blossomed
in the dew of night.
But under the desert sun,
it wilted in the desert light,
born only to die.

Wind Blowing Away my Tears

Time to trade
this new pain for old
We always long
for the good ol' days

Those old familiar scars
are always part of you
Time to pack my bags
and hit the road

Well, I aint got nothin' to do,
but a whole lot of thinkin'
So I'm gonna do
a little bit a drinkin'

When the dust settles on
this old road
Wash them blues away an' put
some miles behind me

Never wanna light for long
Start feeling pain, and I'll be gone
I'm a ghost of my former self

I get high only to
fall to the ground
Little pieces of me
scattered from town to town

People I can't
forget, always
get me down

Never wanna leave town, but
can't stick around

Fresh wounds and heartache
take me away

Miles pass like years
Wind blowin' away my tears

Cut Me Til I Bleed

Here I sit
In this shit
Too pissed to spit

Cold through the bone
Telemarketer on the phone
Wait 'til she's done
Can't quite reach my gun

Only action with
No reaction ...
For me
Can't let them win
So full of sin

Cut me 'til I bleed
Bleed me 'til I die
Rocky mountain high
There's hate under this big sky

Warm western wind
Chills to the bone
People are so cold
So far from home

Native is the cry
From whom no ancestors died
In pools of blood

Out of the sun
The rivers did run
With this pestilent flood

Cut me 'til I bleed
Bleed me 'til I die
My spirits cry
There's hate under this big sky

All around
The putrid stench of apathy
Invertebrate maggots stir
In poison flesh phlegmatically

Never have I seen so many
So happy to live in their own waste
Never have I seen so many
Who bring my bile to taste

In your world
I was yanked from the pixie's dream
The slaughter of innocents
And the scapegoat's scream

Hear it?
See it?
Feel it?

No, you're too busy
Being free

Bastards Breed
While martyrs bleed

Cut me 'til I bleed
Bleed me 'til I die
I am the evil
In your eye

Mild Resentment

 As I sit in the darkened room

I let the madness seep in

Like the cold on a winter’s night

What there ever was of me is lost

Consumed by the turgid spaces of my pain ravaged mind

I drift off slowly receding into the misty distance

The vestiges of my spirit have wandered too far

For this profound sadness to produce tears.

They were left behind long ago

With my sanity and measured reason

The loss of emotional nuance

Leaves me vacillating between

The dull vacuum of apathy to

A sudden all consuming rage

Tethered to the outside world

Only by those who shelter me in their warmth

And pull me back to shore

A listless refuse.

I so want to return to the murky depths

But I cannot fight the pain in their eyes

I gasp for renewed breath

With mild resentment