Sunday, August 28, 2011

Family Living

Brothers begging me to stay sing a song I have to tune out
Stamp my feet into the clay until I'm gone away, new routes
Are enticing eyes and echoing the future into the past
Change is fast, and we become the souls that die in the slowest way
The last ditch is the only one I ever bother digging
Every new itch has passed before my brothers stop their begging

How can people all get along
When we're all too proud to sing each other's songs?
Why can't men just internalize the cost
Of living here at home among the lost?

Sisters loving me and holding me often do so with an ease
I rarely strap a boot on without thinking of one to please
Sacrificing self to someone else is not a simple task
Change is fast, and we become the souls that die in the slowest way
The last fence is the only one I ever stop to mend
Alas, the sisters that I love are those I'm so prone to offend

How can people get along
When we're all too proud to sing each other's songs?
Why can't men just recognize the price
Of turning a blind eye to sacrifice?

Parents scolding me along the way are electric to my bones
But time and time again I come back asking for a loan
For slicing my dreams up into bits I can sweep into the trash
Change is fast, and we become the souls that die in the slowest way
The first piece of me is the only thing I ever sold
And though my parents made me, we both came from the same mold


Monday, May 2, 2011

Attention, followers

This blog will continue to be an outlet of creative writing, but I've also got a tumblr page that will be more of an all-purpose weblog.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Mortality in Question

When kids learn about death, they then ask a new question
And grownups give them an answer just to keep them from guessing
Because pressing the issue's something kids do best
They haven't figured out that life's about teaching to the test
Lest they worry like us, we say there's life after death
As we call it 'afterlife', it puts a chill in our breath
Still, don't expect the sad ones to accept your answer
It's simplicity grows in them like a burgeoning cancer

After life there comes death
& after death, we're all dead
But in between we like to keep our curiosities fed
Find our answers in books
Yeah, you know we're well read
While the here & know's absorbed by all the holes in your head

I was looking for clues, thinking back to the beginning
Back before my becoming, my original sinning
Coming close to the outcome, then further once again
Back to my negative years- I was an integer then
I recalled something odd about my preborn days
I just didn't exist- it was a necessary phase
Amazed at the fact, at least you'd think I was
But it went unexamined like my Twitter account does

A whole generation takes their questions to the net
& argue about answers 'til they die or forget
Now my poetry's a part of that, if you happen to read it
I turn the feedback option off because I don't really need it
Or tell me what you think- It won't change our destinies
Unless you're God & if you're God, all I want is rest in peace
The least of these have their answer in every morsel that is thrown
Every breath they get or have to breathe is enough to be known

After life there comes death
& after death, we're all dead meat
But in between we like to keep our curiosities discreet
Find our answers in each other
Yeah, you know we'll make end's meet
While the here & know's absorbed by every day you complete