it wasn’t a hurdle
just a motion
to be better
Tag: Fears
a mountain i don’t know the name of but i visit often
the bravery-
to jump from the cliffs you so looked up to
the day you found the courage
to reach the top
look down and see everything that you were
and breathe in everything you are;
but i wake up in the middle of the night
remember i have work in the morning
bills due in a week
that top of the mountain is far away
but the i can feel the air brushing across my face
taco tuesday
your eye held me
down
melting in your pot
crumbling to fit in what you believe the world to be
and i gave you what you wanted-
worse part is
when i think back
i don’t think i could keep myself
clear vision – answering machine
i never ran away with doubt
danced with greed
or slept with fear,
it was always clear vision-
no second thoughts of where i needed to be
who i needed to be
i have seen them laying and waiting
for me to slip up;
but i have left them behind
feet no longer on the ground
cut a whole in the boat they’ve all drowned
snuck out at night never made a sound
and they won’t see my number again on that answering machine
they’ll see me from a distance with you
jealous talking shit, but i’ll never split
kiddle
seen it before
this is the part of the story were i start a fire;
same book, different page-
so lets burn the book
set fire to nights reflecting on those pages,
stay up all night and write new ones
laugh a little more love a lot harder
let you know that i will never run away
never be the one to be consumed by fire
i have been so tired
of this book- seared pages- same ending- new flames
not this time,
i am not the human tourch
or controlled by these fears-
we will write a new one
call it the kiddle
so no fire will come close
autophobia
no one saves the princess in this one
dares to dance with death with this one
drop this and go get my machine gun
take the good and get away with my son
no one saves the princess in this one
time to laugh has come and time to run
soul on the way chips played an one
money made playin’ shotgun
money made that’s an earned run
talkin’s shit that’s a hit and run
wakin’ on a midnights sun
hey- livin’ long enough to outrun
never one and done
you are the only one
no one saves the princess in this one
can anyone here me- anyone
a snake and a bear
i fear the truth
and the power it holds;
so i cushion it with lies
fill fear with content like a stuffed bear
that bear is with me every night
never unkind or withering away
a shield against-
but i feel it moving
inside the bears belly slithering
like a snake- poising slowly
the bear can’t hold on
only on the cold nights but the others
when the bear isn’t enough
the snake runs wild and strangles
as i sleep –
as i sleep
two timer-
talked more and walked less
came around and threw fits
never one for balance
and you haven’t stopped falling
no pausing no more stalling
lets talk a lot less and leave the comfort of the walls of our mind
venture out into the world- you’ll never know what you will find;
it’ll be scary i promise
the world is rude and unforgiving
but the same world is kind and loving
two timer, always a coat under, fine primer
the comfort of the walls have you on speed dial
you’ll answer and run-
but when you jingle the knob
and you feel all the pain in your heart throb
know i am proud of you- we all are,
like a movie;
you bring out the best in me:
when you are around, i wear my shiniest shoes
my best shirt always tucked in and a clean jacket-
i walk in a straight line
when we go out to dinner i pull out your chair
i always pay the fare loving you is all too rare
you support all my endeavours
i’ll give a dollar you’ll give two
when i made my debut
it was you
sitting in the front row ready for a show
and you’ll tell me it was great-
and all i remember were your cheers
you break down all of my fears
like clockwork you are all of my gears
i’ll never leave your side, you can have all of my years
truth of the day
chances are
i have seen the worlds true colors
bright amber in the morning
dusk ivy in the evening-
greed only calls in the night
at the door past 2am-
uses her key, the one i gave all those years ago
the smell of her perfume send me clawing at the wall
she’ll leave the next morning –
blood fresh under her fingernails, heels in her relaxed fingers
and the amber rays will watch the flesh
heal on the day
makin’ the day
feelin’ the day
here for the day.
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