Broke skin

Catch me with one hand in my pocket
a lonely miracle
on my knees praying with my fingers crossed.

The streets push the one track minds down the one way street
so I keep walking against the flow
keeping contact eye wise
with those brave enough to look into my tunnel of vision.
basically its the same
skin and bones
looking to shed some clothes and climb some fences.

Get up and get out
but somethings are done just to show movement
so its a pattern
one after the other,
than repeat
just don't make the fatal mistake
of fading the days the same way.

Dull
a quick reaction can sever
the last true one standing
I know how far I have to reach
but I keep it close enough away to
let it watch me build with out it.

An open hand
covered wounds
and hidden talents
keep the silence
it will keep the mind at ease

so what if we please ourselves
there are points when that is even difficult to do
so use praise with caution
too much can stop the wind.

Things blow away for a reason
don't let the false truth be the season

Transmission

That beat that keeps the light lit
no matter if I am right or wrong
this is my predicament
so I fight to watch these stars fall.

Something in my spine
like I know this is the road that's less traveled
only a moment
that's all we get here
a matter of time
lost in this matter of life
and some where back there
crossed the line
so I will stay on this side.

With you and her.

Holding on to each other
like memories that are fading right in front of us
People are worth the sacrifice,
something has to be worth
worth what I can give.


Now it seems that ill fumble my tongue
as I stumble with lies
cant figure out why
guess the truth is just a plain picture.
its something we can all understand.

so lets understand each other tonight
keep it all in view
and watch the sun and moon fight.

Keep a cage

Test,
Rest,
Guess

than a sad letter
but we will always struggle to make this lettuce taste like cheese.

You should meet me
meet me at the breakdown
to give these pages something more than
sweat and blood.

The angles in my head
no sound to shake a song off
but
the bricks here are built with only sand and water
what else do you need.

Fresh endive and cross contamination
a picture perfect disaster
read less shit
buy a dictionary
and sing for me cause I will never keep a canaries in a cage.

Value

Its starting to unfold
like all my actions were right
even at my very worst.

The thirst is still there,

So the time to drown must be delayed
like the building of the cross
sometimes all tomorrow will bring is a burden.

Live for the day that you are alive,

So I keep a close eye on my footprints
remembering to look back
to see where the Hell I came from.

In Line

rebuilding those walls
these laughs need to echo
not just for sound but as a reminder,

like oh ya that's right laughter
how could I forget.

than the shell opens again
and you see the way people force the day to move.
It will turn no matter what you do,
the natural flow has been forgotten
for granted and lost.
To many take advantage.

A big race to that certain finish
as the fools acquire mounds of material
I keep an eye on my harvest
cause when it comes time to count in
I know what really gets weighed.

Over paid and over paid attention too
the most of you are.

So I walk

like two left shoes and some big black bruises
this,
this,
is MY pleasure cruise.

12 dollars extra

Basically,
the black shadow still haunts my page
so to keep it white plain and empty like the average American would be a shame.

Hard to live with
so surely now the words seem so far away
the passion has
gone down to nothing. So If I figure out the end before anyone else does...

I will do what I can
but what more can I do now,

what more?
spell something?
but its still 12 dollars
still.

Flowing, the blood is just,
not over cautious
but cautious over you
so we dig,
plaguing our hands with a time different than this
But the thought process is moving
producing a non balanced bitch.

Its alright

I do what we all do,
I create
but you know
I am not talking about bringing another life in here.

I read and I'm not talking about the lies they print
to keep the majority of us under a fist of iron fear.

I listen and I am not talking about the advice you wish to give
it took a while but I'm comfortable in my own skin.
but its alright because there is beauty in the breakdown

So I watch the cast of the shadows
filling the empty sand,
the magnitude of silence
sits in front of me
and when the chance to feel small comes

I take it.

I just hope we all finally realize before its too late.