Tag Archives: Truth

The Concrete River

unbutton your shirt strings young magister
remove your boots, remove your eyes, retract thy roots
loosen your lingering thoughts and be still
let slip your hands from the cool neck of love
take a step back into your mind
where you are standing beside yourself as you fade
from memory
undress now young blasphemer
the world watches you
no coats, no cars, no mirrors for the scars
the cool hues and blind blues of the music you listen to
they soothe you now in the growing row of all the noise
all the poise, let go of it, all the lies, get rid of it
turn the terrors of the night into pages of memory
leave them there in time, feel that energy
feel it simmer, burn through the holes in your body
endless light, a distant glimmer
no tunnels to run through at the speed of life
no rules or endless fools in the world to hurt, to bruise
they sing praise down upon you, the bring pain to construct you
listen as the night burns the fur
your clothes are in a heap, mocking you
your body begins to creak, as the cold covers you
the valkyries, blind with mistrust, they hover, motionless
their sons, daughters, brothers, boneless
deathly spectres come to assess you
a dull blanket is thrown over
your friend, the moon above blows a kiss
and deaths daughter approaches
you have lifted the veil that has covered the world
dressed in black ember, with voices trapped in tar
the men and women now flood the streets
they envy you, they mimic you, they lust for you
mistrust, i do
clothes come off, fear is bought
loyalty lies where the dead would roam
and all we have now is an ocean of thought
caress the notion
no boots to put on, no coat to cover our eyes
no socks for the chill
and there lie the strings of you shirt
removed before you were born
by those that would love you and mourn
distant voices ring out again
music dulls
empty nests and a state of undress
love the night, for it builds you up
to test

The 25th Song

drifting through the late night news
broken windows, broken hues
we’re painted red with the envious masses
ridiculed from within
me and you
we frenzied through our classes
classical broadway, black water walkways
fade away causeway, no longer okay
aqueducts relaying sweet blasphemous liquid
little kids listening to the toxic
playing with the cosmic commotions left over from devotions
emotionless wording disrupting our potion making
class to class
we walk backwards through the dry grass
mirrored vegetables bathed in brine
and lonely, but if we could only
breathe
me and you
cut to words that make no sense
in the middle of our lives we find ourselves
spent
this night, this light, this lust
repent
cast the devils from your shoulder and watch the world set
watch them wither in the sins of the father
deliverance, taste the liver as you bathe it with cement
cold water fishing versus reckless multitasking
angry, i leave the room
again and again and again and again
left motionless while we simmer down
in the oceans of our closure we are left wanting
power is pleasant to those that have none
hours are heaven to those who are done
noisy we are in the night
not the good kind, not the pure kind
no heaven for us without trust
rap rhythms and black rules
me and you
whitewashing and mistaken truths
the call is answered and i am to return
to the wet wisdom of the night
dew in the sunlight
dawn of the dull, right
no words for those that lie
no love for the wicked, why
empty curtains
broken furnaces in the rooms of the old
light lost to the annals of history
no gold for those that glitter
no bones for those who quiver
no loans for those who wither
forever and ever
to have and to mold
lost in translation as we fold
temptations fall flat as we are left lifeless
all we needed was someone
to hold

The News

tainted love between painted brothers bleeding profusely while
the mothers dust the war wounds with star fruit and little bits of raspberry radaway
what have we done in this time of our lives
what have we won from the start of this old wives tale
of temptation
and broken penitentiary failures lie in wait for our little cousins
as the war/scratch/the law against hugs drives us further from the truth
scar the youth now my friend, we’re falling fast from the roots they left behind
dizzy beats gives us escape as we linger on into the starry night
they give us wonder as we wander down this mellow brick road
the yellow fever starts to fold us into ourselves
into our oneness we delve, and then we scream at the answers found
the bullets lay on the empty playground
remnants of a time long forgot, when war was war and our homes were not
we have killed the mornings of of our lives
with empty nest syndrome and a taste for the darkest capitalist coffee imaginable
the rumours ring true, sometimes intangible, our gravity wanes
but gravity folds and then gives way to new rules
new streets and new fools to warn us of our new shoes
you bathe your thoughts in the aroma of your choice, I’ll keep pen to paper and train my voice
all is well in the garden of your mind
but only for a time