the instruments of battle barely fit into our hands

the war of disease 

 

you tie the imperfect knot just to watch it come undone 

 

and the wounds of the broken, unseam

 

talk to me on rhythm

dance me into your rhyme

I can't say I've learned a little

while I'm sitting on your dime

 

contagion at every corner

 

we gamble a cleanly lot

 

you stick them with a dirty sword

 

chance is all they've got

 

I can count 

but I didn't count on the blood of their convictions 

the weight of the world 

the weight of the scale 

the way to bargain friction 

only to choose to give a man his heaven or to give him his hell

broken dreams on rural nights

broken dreams on rural nights

laying bareback  

fleece blanket filtered grass

dew laden body 

I'm composed of pure intentions 

clashing with the heated let down that precedes every dawn

only in song can I mention

waining gibbous before me

twig in my spine

city in my sights

you and me on rural night

 

sitting up, off to a real bed before she truly rises

but she's seen through me in the absence of light

green leaf volatiles fill the air 

and I wonder how my distress smells 

then pause to remember

one last moment to take this night in, 

before consequence crashes in

 

I speak half empty justifications in the absence of words 

pleading to the stars, and all that reflects their light

my eyes speak volumes in the red hazed liquor light

though I cannot blame me on them 

I breathe better when it's your air that I breathe

John Doe

hey John, you've got a lot to say for nothing on your mind

hey John, you got a way to make me feel like something out of absolutely nothing 

hey John, you got a lot to say and I'm quilting a tragedy from your fragmented words unkind

hey John, how long can I keep my silence up 

humming the lyrics that your mouth won't muster up

hey John, you say everything but absolutely nothing

You say it to me in

The way you let it breakthrough 

Into the glaze covering your eyes

You say it to me in

The way you try to cover it up 

but the redness can't be covered by the white of your eyes

So why do you even try 

 

hey John, you've got a lot to say for nothing on your mind

hey John, you got a way to make me feel like something out of absolutely nothing 

hey John, you got a lot to say and I'm quilting a tragedy from your fragmented words unkind

hey John, how long can I keep my silence up 

humming the lyrics that your mouth won't muster up

hey John, you say everything but absolutely nothing

 

You say it to me.

 

Fickle

A fickle heart, the only thing I've brought
A poem, the only words I've sought
Patience longing like your kiss I never got
Throw my soul into the river to cleanse the demons I've unlocked
Like salt on my skin, remorse with no end doesn't wash away so easily 
 
Blow a thousand kisses only not to receive one back 
The chip you've got on your shoulder is the only thing I lack
You’ve taught me a lesson to which my mind can't retract
And left me with a mark they can't see and I can't bury
Why is everything I want so precarious? 
 
And everyday left is just like fire burns
Burnt ends of my mind over a soul of my ash  
Not strong like a Phoenix, to come up from love's combustion
And if I were to choose, I'd still want you 

I'd rather feel this way, then not to feel any way at all