6.9.14.5.

I'm ready to get rid of some of these bags
and rest my head, let myself sit
deliver the dead with a thanks

and maneuver around the rest.

misjudgment and a ton of bricks
some things hold weight without sight.
raw as the truth still gets ripped
but damn did tomorrow already play us
too busy worrying about that anchor to the past
your only line.

taking no simple direction but they said to follow your mind
once you've made it up
so i still have time and money to loose.
thank you for that.

where I belong

boiling thoughts heated by
sincere silence
play away from the guilty conscience
and just keep going when someone needs you
there is a position to be played
grab the pen and find yourself
sometimes its not just me
keeping myself short
but those tricks were learned along time ago
something unbreakable
there but untraceable
and reactions slow to come
the point was missed the hardship was not
so i carry fine tips now
ride softer
but that is just today
poems are not going to change anything.

cracked the foundation
in spiral and out of control
at least there is an order
still motion as trouble landed.
As the heart beats we flourish with a sickness and a hunger
to just go easier on self.
but never better thick skin
and weak nerves
we breathe shallow
afraid to see our stomachs grow
plenty of room
but the scars now are the only way to tell
a welcomed hell
we only live page to page.

order code

Salvation
a silent heart rattle
and empty bottles
they used to be full of a fix
but i broke myself
so the cure comes slow and without remorse.

in the mix
and usually one foot in one foot out
now that is commitment
its just a line
far from a step
were all wounded but we are walking.

its calculated
the grief and the glory
unknowingly you sacrificed the best parts of yourself to something that only took.

and we all drank sadly
so not much was noted.