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Questions begin to bubble up

As breath is grasped for after the recent race

What is this all for?

Realizing there was never a charter

A list of reasons to attach to

To given meaning to the dark times

To relish in those sappy times

It’s only been chaos

A quickening race to the finish

Random resolutions

Disassociated from any goal

Just moving forward

Always one foot in front of the other

Benign clarity hiding behind simple logic

Jump into the depths

Look for an enhanced path

Ask the right questions, finally

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How Far Will You Get Alone?

How many times have you traveled here?
The same conversations repeating
Body language coded throughout the night
Maybe one or two more times
Then complete disappearance
No longer interested
So many fucking fish
Another crackle in the fire
An arrow shot in the heart
Never finding the counter balance
The things that fills the gaps in our souls
Empty skin can only withstand so much life

Substance is needed more than ever
Though there is little I could change
My attempts fall all across the spectrum
From egregious to simplistic
Traveling farther and farther from home
Dancing under strange rains
Crying while the sun beams across the world
Forgetting how strange this all is
Skating along the edge of a blade
Tempting righteousness without just cause

Surrounded by blood thirsty demons
Calculating every move on the board
Knowing they can only steal single souls
Ones without family
Ones without love
So as the rounds wear you down
Remember the fight is only beginning
Soon the real war will break out
How far will you get alone?

Is the Ecstasy Worth the Fallout?

I.
Is the ecstasy worth the fallout?
Wide-eyed enthusiasm to chase the night
Followed by the destruction of temples
We go out and forget about our morality
Drowned in liquor and underground specialities
A cloud of smoke to engulf a fragile species
Bodies attaching to escape banality
You never saw the light go out
A storm silent during landfall
I swear there is always laughter
A Half dead journey home
Adjacent to the workingman’s blues
There is no difference from the two
All souls are tethered to this decay
Draining on a society who never found footing
Suppressed denial available at convenience
Inquisition down dark paths
Shortcuts to feeling attached
Forget about your failures
Curled under a fire
Drenched in sweat that taunts your heart
Parasites take up everywhere
I had to take a shortcut
Now I’m stuck in repeat

II.
While we head down into the ice
You tell me that it was all my fault
I created this frozen water
I instigated the rise of the decay
You wish I never came into your timeline
I knew things would never be fine
We arrive to Dante
A circle born of regret and turmoil
Drowned in too much “forgetting” liquid
Lost in a haze of frenzied chaos
Years were lost down that black hole
Timed so I could join in the march to doomsday
Finding brethren in the faith of the fucked
Skewing my course away from Babylon
Nevermind arriving in Nirvana
Segmented tortures measured in decades
Set up for the darkness

III.
the fireworks gleamed in her eyes
her smile lifted upon seeing my own
we kissed for a second under an exploding sky
she nestled close to me with a warm embrace
i looked at the crowd and saw others
beautiful females everywhere
my mind wanders from the woman in my arms
i wonder how long i can keep making her happy
how long until the ecstasy is benign
how long until her heart is broken so i can degrade mine
leave her crying in her soft bed
i’ll sit on a hard stool
talking up some random girl
pulling her hair how she would never let me
then, after i’m done, i remorse
all i want to do is talk now
but this woman is a stranger
where is she?
will i ever find someone to hold onto?

IV.
A crowded building
Sweating to the rhythm
Pulsing with ecstatic impulses
A kiss is forgotten in hours
Touch isn’t always noticed
Whispering in ears
Embarrassments in public
Stumble into a mess
Letting the animal take over
Forget about everything
Screams with a foreign timbre
All of the words mean nothing
Grasp at breath through quivers
The next kiss reeks of duty
Lay next to each other
Spelled with athletic sobriety
Ponder the missteps
Plan an escape from shame
For an instant: realization
You do this to fill a hole
The humor cannot be ignored
A soul laughing at it’s own Achilles
Sounded from the sudden snoring
Quiet leaps to the sidewalk
Looking back and wondering
Will I ever come back here?
Should I have ever come here?
The filth invades my senses
Instincts left while loose
Worry of invasions on both sides
Regret all but one unknown aspect
People find ways of soothing others
No matter if they are even conscious of it
No matter how they arrive to the deed
No matter what the cost is billed as.

V.
Drowning myself in false hopes
Premonitions that will never unfold
The sky has been grey for so long
Rain bellowing in the winds of relentlessness
My face is leather against the push of time
Weathered through countless forfeits
Raised hands to the vacant lord
Crying for a pinch of relief
Just one cool breeze through my hair
Just one sigh upended by desperate pleas
An oath to change course through the gusts
Promises to change during hurricanes
Forgotten without a thought on dry land
Now the bells toll my debt
Tauntingly laying out my sins
Chances to change remembered in full regalia
Suspend hope
Unattainable forgiveness

VI.
the fallout
disavowed souls
lost in the transient system
diving towards certain doom
living too fast
race through human importance
centered on sanctions of illogic dependence
insisted upon by shortsighted strategies
now
oh now
we are here and now
the fallout after the tragedy
the blind and mute wandering the earth
hearts emptied when the siren sounded
the debt was collected
all was lost

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Drinking Whiskey for 26 Days Straight

I’ve been drinking whiskey for 26 days straight
And I’ve been howling at the moon since the day I was born
After 17 years and a thousand dried up tears
I’ll be lying in a gutter in 4 more days

I’ve been drinking whiskey for 26 days straight
And I lost my lover just 10 days ago
She said I always missed the point when I gave into lust
I’ll be dancing in the streets in 12 more days

I’ve been drinking whiskey for 26 days straight
And I’ve been wandering through nights after all eyes fall
After 42 minutes I wonder why time constructs lines
I’ll be alone in the woods in 19 days

After I’ve been drinking whiskey for 26 days straight
And after a star of fire explodes through the night
I’ll be counting to 86 while life continues forward
Stylized digits pointing us ever on

Since I’ve been drinking whiskey for 26 days straight
Forgot 4 losses and remembered 2 ruins
Have half of a haven’t and neglected 7 sounds
I’ll be counting my fingers in too many days

All while I’ve been drinking whiskey for 26 days straight
Now I know there were many more days before those
But I round it off there for the pose of the numbers
After drinking whiskey for…how long?

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Dawns

No matter how many dawns rise
I’ll never feel our love again
Reverberations is all there is
Always reminding
Relentless in it’s degraded fortitude
Tenacious in it’s reciprocity
 
Those soundscapes are transformative
The greatest tragedy softened with melody
Travels repenting for its’ nightmares
Lost vessels crashing in loneliness
Tenured in the clutches of the dark
Down the path looking back
Shadows trailing every endeavor
Resonating lights
Escaping breath
Fires so bright leading to nothing
Taking everything away
Keep stumbling through redundant conclusions.
 
Remember the Night.
Face the Dawn.

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Bar Maids

These ladies never have a ring on the finger
They speak like they know too many sailors
Always bringing the lowest denominator
Puts limits on how sober you can be
Look at my tits, take a shot
Eye fuck me, get a beer on the house
Just always leave me some Bens
A green soaked cotton false dream
Saying I appreciate just enough
Fuck sentiment, give me consistency
One familiar thing in my life
Something that I can come back to
Somewhere I can recognize
Maybe the lists are always lost
Jump from tree to tree
Even when surrounded by the familiar
I stumble through strange crowds

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