Surviving in the real world when less of half of what we see is actually that…adapting to the manufactured plastic, collapsing under the weight of a pathetic synthetic infrastructure built to fall, and through it all there’s an urgency in the sense of escape, maybe it’s fate, maybe it’s fiction, but just the same we keep living for the days these fragile frames can find their place, their sole reason for pressing forth, trudging miles through another great depression…the lessons immeasurable by systems meant for calculating failures over success, and what’s left is prescription pills and a weak will, but still we press on, marching along to melodies of our own design, as the time has never been better than right the fuck now to turn blind eyes and deaf ears to the trappings of these desert towns and live new lives aloud and shrouded not by any shadows of doubt.
the way it may seem
I’ve been clinging to static
all the miscommunication
between the heart and my head
we like to believe
in concepts like destiny and fate
if we’re living to die
we’re already dead
but the world is yours
while it exists to be known
to be felt in the presence
of winds carrying out plight
during the storm you’re the calm
my sails drawn and full
waved home
by the rhythm of the tide
Days of the Weak
Checking out just in time, there’s a bind in my wiring that’s been tightening, tying me in anxious stitches. With a grin you eclipse me, then the world goes dim, staring into what’s to be and now seeing, finally. I know a truth well kept, learned from years spent comatose and awoke to find the whole world changed while I slept. New corruption in the veins, like bad blood, slow acting but exact, attacking my nervous system with a vengeance. It’s all love. I feel the rush when you’re close, still…lovers beyond infinity and then some, let it come. I just get so…you know. I take the days slow most times, living for the nights, the dark blue inside, settled like finding home inside your lover.
under cover of the stars
I just want to be where you are
whether near or far
And I can’t even seem to slow it down, all processors and microchips, slipping off father than what can be caught and accurately measured, never better I’m featherweight heavy losing touch and I don’t say much because well what can be said that already hasn’t been? Some ask where I’ve gone but no one asks where we’re going anymore, they implore the vacant sky, never asking why, who, when, where, then.. suddenly, staring into oblivion doesn’t seem so frightening when the vibe is dulled and the shade pulled before our faces, the true state of things…deplorable? Explorable? Am I able to navigate the divides, lines of code, blow and paths to follow…tomorrow never knows where we’ll end up and today is always hardest, as yesterdays add up in abundance, stacking high the lost hours and fractured lives, bits and pieces of time steady slipping further further further…it’s murder on the senses, yet I remain, in fear and faith, in passion, apprehension, indecision and affirmative action, enraptured by chances to make more of myself than what’s suddenly become I battle the numb, turn on the sun and open myself to feeling anything at all. I want the heat on top of me, falling down around us stealing breath until there’s no one else left, captivating your every move anticipating total surrender knowing it’s never been as good as this is…just walk in and sink into me, sing a symphony in screams, I need it more than ever the clever ways we keep one another coming home inside your bones faithfully running toward your center.