Pocket Watch (day 1490)

I’m starting to lose focus on time,
Like the 99 heading straight to Nowhere.
The capital city of: I’ve never been there.
Anger, danger, regret, strength,
Oblivion in a massive entanglement
Of red arrows and pick up sticks.
There was some antidote
As time slipped it’s age-old
Abbra-cadabra magic betwixt
Reason and murder, holy truth and destiny.
I can’t pass this challenge
Even though my perfect pocket watch
Clicks an even tick at high-noon.
I love, but this is no love.
Entangled with soul and wisdom,
Heartbeat to a slow beat
With loose morals and fast cars,
I’ve come too far to remember
My dotted lines without headlights.
I am not a man.
I’m a ’69 Camero with hot love in the back seat.

I Believe You (day 551)

I believe you
You with your twisted words
Slashing away at my heroes
Picking apart the subtle nuances
That matter very little to the future
Brainwashing our thoughts
As you focus efforts
On what matters least of all
Yet plays biggest
On the emotions we employ

I believe you
As you tell me what I need
Through scenes I’ve never wanted
And dreams I’ve never had
Pulling at my desires
And diverting my goals
Into what I’ll never get
A plan ill designed
With fake products
And cheap labor

I believe you
While I stand here full of peace
That I’m not doing it right
That I require more land
More space to hold my toys
More to make me a happy man
Things to make me leave my wife
Things to ignore my kids
Things to push out nature

I believe you
As I stand here on this earth
Listening to the music of my soul
Getting moved by the flowers that I see
And the horizon ahead of me
That all is not right
That the past isn’t free
That the future isn’t now
As I thank my life for love

I believe you

Back and Forth (day 446)

So then as I glazed over my gritty resolutions to reek no more mayhem
The adolescent monster inside of my thickening skull began to itch
Screaming out louder as the ticks on the wall began to lurch forward
I could not resist the urge to plunge in head over heels like a bat outa hell
Flying with rage I ran with all my strength, hands flailing in the air
Through all the cobwebs and lashing out at the unseen ghost
Darkness had begun to surround me, increasing the hysteria
And all too soon I was flickering, dazed in a pool of disturbia
Like a lone lightbulb hanging from an empty room swinging back and forth

Back and forth. Back and forth.

I tumbled dryly in a heap of exhaustion
Not quite sure what had just come to pass
The sweat on the back of my neck told me it was good
But the throbbing in my hands told me that tomorrow would hurt like hell
I could hear the slow drip from some unknown source in the other corner
It’s labored breath hinted that I wasn’t alone in destruction
My eyes failed to focus on the distance, spinning as they were
All I could do was sit there, head against the cold brick wall
Hands by my side slowly fingering the cold stones I sat upon

Back and forth. Back and forth.

Distress Signals (day 136)

Cannot I lift you
With the words that I speak?
Cannot I hear you
With the ears that I append?
Cannot I see you
With the eyes that I focus?
Cannot I feel you
With the hands that I extend?

When will I know
About the weight of my words?
When will I learn
About the error in my ways?
When will I feel
About the lost lovers night?
When will I remember
About the battle of my days?