Born to bleed a memory
Of some unlawful sin
Takes me down
On a run-away
A road I hold within
Let me go
Let me loose
Let me live this angle out
For I am never ending
In depths I’m calling in.
Tag: sin
Momentum (day 2986)
Momentum came and called my name
Whispered three rules to follow suit
I heard each one that echoed deep
Settled with a gnawing sting.
Trusting you is like trusting sin
Each and every time within
Glowing embers of this heart
So balance my very claws.
Thus when the clock struck
An unruly hour, so late,
I awoke the glowing fire
Momentum now my name.
Rock and Roll (day 2979)
Working at midnight
Laughing for free
Never enough
Of too much a good thing
Highways and sidestreets
Focusing beets
Rebels and cowboys
Louder than me
There ain’t an ounce of goodness
Let over from sin
Lovers and earthquakes
Diamonds and greed.
Hide and Seek (day 2885)
What did you do
When the mountain found you
Rolling over the field
Like dust in the wind
Gone in pure sin
Said the tree in the copse
For the gorge that uproared
Cleared it’s throat
In a waterfall
And clamered all down to the pond
Jumped up the bank
To hide in a den
Till the moon
Slipped behind the horizon
Then as dawn broke again
The mountain awoke
And spied what seemed him a joke.
Down (day 2749)
I dove down
Into the garden of Eden
For I wore no skin
To hide my sin
I was no alien
To the depths within
For I had dined here before
I have drunk the wine
And sat up
Late at night
Surrounded by pillows
And dim lights
To enjoy each delight
My faintest inclination
Could bring.
To William Lee (day 2719)
I know why you ran so far away
Not a scene could do for you
The world rambled some unfathomable blithe
And your vision clouded from contempt
Ever growing greed – lost seed
Lemonade stinking in the shade
Yellow circle glasses and a leftover jacket
Naked in soggy rows of an everglade.
I would also run away to the other side
Liberties are assumed and everybody’s ruined
And each land war is solved with a knife.
I would carry on in my inevitable way
No job calling me to pay taxes aside
Just like a hooker in the park and dark lines on her eyes
With a leather jacket man stopping by again
A bag in his hand and a promising grin;
Feeling empty again, night’s unwavering sin.
Though I tell ya William, I wouldn’t have shot the gun
I wouldn’t have taken aim again,
Party tricks and everyone’s looks
Southern games that nobody wins
Makes a man lost into the void.
But if you’d ask me to sing you a son.
Don’t expect it to sound like something you’d want to hear,
I’ll build and collapse and spit at it too
But that’s the price we pay, damn it every day.
Fire and Sin (day 2676)
Fire followed me
A diamond closing in
I whispered snide remarks
Mephistopheles
Drying slowly by the flame
Carrying me away
A whisper motioned to
Let go all retard
Then a cry was born
And little left un sinned.
Crux For Your Habit (day 2460)
I was born a liar –
Ten thousand bones
Sticking out of my skin.
Bad, unscrupulously,
With a hex for every breath;
Sin by the mouthful,
And a crux for your habit
Of econoline wealth;
For a vision of darkness
To wash it on down.
Another Try (day 1894)
I work days memories
Into a broken bone
To teach me well
To be going home
Just to believe
Yet I believe
Sin
I am ever growing thin
For in some time
I’ll be ’round
To have another try.
My Windows Remind Me (day 1808)
I couldn’t cry, no,
For sin overtook me
Made comfort my own clothes
Wriggling ounces
Of my humane sanity
To a slow beat of a bass drum.
My windows worked
To remind me
How little I ever understood,
How uncomfortable
I surely would yet become.