Writing, Ideas, & Stories
after you’ve lost your job and the world is crashing
what will you have;
when the night is swerving down the highway with a half empty glass
what will you have;
fresh off the books heading down the tunnel toward a chair and a needl
what will you have;
remembering those few days rowing down to the river with the kids
kids with a pole and some bait late in the evening with a catch
catch a memory the size of a tuna under moon before the long night
night, that night- we had it all
it is hard- to not be excited about tomorrow
every second closer to the next
is another closer to you
fear never in the rear
yet, it needs to be just for me
to set a bomb at 1159
will end tomorrow
before the alarm sets
the last tick
tomorrow ends with a crick
in a mellow field
alone.
chase like the wind runs after its mother
without thought the words find their life;
the words sleep and find their way
pure and it’s a dream
never lay with ambition;
turns the dream into a nightmare
loses the nature and the beauty
the spirits that made these word
will hold them captive
the spirits made these words
and they’ll take them back
force fed-
stuck around to hear your service
blinking light came on
oil check, but was fed your lies
you’ll need to stick around and remove your eyes
change your ears and optional but would reccomend
a heart pump change
for somethng out of your shop;
a discount you swear
this pump will be different you swear
limping from your shop
everything disconnected
and the service light is off
i want it more than you
so keep my name out of your mouth
i don’t have the ego for this era
and it’s on the low
you can read my name from your couch
you’ll go to the internet and vouch
that your time was stolen
that i never punched out
this wasn’t your shift
and this isn’t overtime
i’ve been here putting in two times
working two times as hard
putting in two times the effort
and you’ll complain two times as much
but i never learned your name
but you know my story
ring in the bell;
it is a new year, at least by our estimation
lets face it the only dates we know are the ones sold to us
it is a new year, new year new me
but will go to the same places
eat the same food but work out for a month
new me
ring in the bell;
it’s dinner time
let the feast begin
eat like the food stopped coming
eat like everything before this was just appetizers
eat like it’s thanksgiving and we’re celebrating the gratitude of a race
before we would betray everything they stand for
eat like the food is fucking delicious
and don’t forget to thank the cook
ring the bell;
it’s the ninth round and you know you’ve lost the last seven
at least
only way to win is to put that other guy on his fucking ass
bite down and go forward
it doesn’t matter if you go down, what’s the difference
bite down and go forward
at least you go down on your own terms or you win
bite down and go forward
click those gloves together and show the results of all your hard work
the masterpiece hanging on the basement wall- give it some sunlight
the weight you’ve lost, it’s not much but it really is though
bite down and go forward
and hang that belt over that stuffed dear your great-grandfather left for you
ring the bell;
i want to believe-
believe that today and the next are not a patch of air floating between my fingers
that your hands feel something real and not a figure of my imagination
is this- me
i can see what is real but it slips through my fingers
chasing like a dream i will fall through
ghosts of days i want to forget haunt the ones that i need to remember
is this- me
giving up like a dream i don’t know what is real anymore
maybe will buy a firehouse
make a dream of this nightmare
never too fast
only the wrong lane/
leaving behind regret
going too slow
have it playin’ every day repeat
livin’ on my mind can’t delete
here for the front door not the back street
all these feeling i got are real not abstract baby concrete
soft sheets rip up the receipt feeling on my heartbeat
have it playin’ every day repeat
hold the key give a down beat
this view is amazing , gave me the window seat
down and out never admit defeat
holding down the fort never scream retreat
have it playin’ every day repeat
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
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