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
A work in progress, this blog will be the home to random contemplations and diatribes. I am also including links to graphs and info so they are easily accessible. I have decided to post some old rants and thoughts. You will notice the dates in the title. I am always amazed how stuff continues to be relevant even years after the fact.
Saturday, August 28, 2021
Wind Blowing Away my Tears
Monday, August 16, 2021
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
Wednesday, August 11, 2021
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