Debris


I see your face
Wincing
Crumpled
Busy as you hold back every emotion

I see your fingers
Twisted
Shaking
Balled in agony

I hear your voice
Whispering
Crying silently
Breaking like dropped glass

I feel your heartbeat
A skipping rhythm
Irregular
Out of tune

I feel your weight
I taste your tears
Yet I no not your pain

I listen
I see
I hear
I long

I watch as you gently brush the debris from the stone of my grave…

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Too much silence

Far too much internal screaming

Not enough crying

Only anger at tears of dust

Not enough listening

Only condescending judgement

More but never enough

A hole of darkness

Society’s vengeance

Trapped and on display

Rocking

Bottled up

Seams splitting

Venom boiling

No alternative

Volume at ten

Distressed

Coming unwound

Jimi

Janis

Floyd

Sabbath

Ultimate relief

Just more guitar…

There Was A Day


There was a day
Oh so long ago

Memories still floating
Never forgotten

After all these years
Still thick and heavy in the air

A room
Shades drawn
No view

A blonde
A bottle or two

Passion
Electricity
Drunken energy

No worries
No cares
Just young dumb and brave

Eyes closed
Touching
Feeling
Lost in the moment

Then from nowhere
A jolt

Caught red-handed
Body and soul knee-deep in the cookie jar

Stuttering
Stammering
Racing for discarded clothes

Hi Grandpa!!

Good looking girl

But boy next time lock the door!!

Memories still thick
Heavy in the air

Days of youth
Long passed now

But still remembering with a smile
When I was young and brave
And forgot to lock the door…

Should I?


I don’t know
All mixed up
Wheels spinning
Head turning
Can’t figure anything out

Up high
Down so low

Chained up
Key within reach

Everything’s futile
Story repeating
Nowhere to run to

Trapped inside my own muddled mind
Should I?
Could I?
Would I?

Up is down
Down is up

Glass half full?
Laced with poison?
Paranoia taking over
Only smiling in public places

Crazy
Insane
Oh yes I am perfectly fine

Loud days
Quiet nights
Confusion reigns supreme

Don’t know whats next on my minds twisted list

Should I dance?
Have sex?
Or just shoot someone?

Visit me


Will you visit me?

Will you?

After I am gone?
Will you kneel at my stone?

Tear at the grass?
Claw in anger at the tear stained ground?

Will you visit me?
Will you whisper my name?

Softly
Gently like the wind
Oh so I can hear your voice just one more time?

Will you visit me?
In summers heat?
Or freezing winters cold?

Will you visit me after I have been laid to rest?

Will you just visit so I know you didn’t forget?