Ebb and flow, the heart gets small
Then grows as we learn all about it

The Day flows in, the Day flows out
The faucet goes drip, drip, drip


The sky is blue, the grass is green
The air is a brown we can see


The wonder we wonder, rattles around
clickity clack the brain goes asunder


Shuffle along, mysterious thoughts
The next thing we know we are under

The Darkness Prevails

The darkness spreads. It covers the eyes. Vision is not clear.
Choices are made. There's no turning back.
You've done what you've done and you can't take it back.
The darkness prevails. It carries you off.
Memories are all that are left.

Red Tears

Whoa is me, hear the rushing sea, the mist flirts with my eyes
My heart it thumps, and bumps, and jumps, it throws me to the ground


I know not what, or why, or who, just get me there alive
With all my might I try and try, just trying to survive


My heart it beats, and weeps with blood, the tears streak thru my veins 
For all I know, thus little bit, for when it goes, I'm gone

The Hunt

Good times are all that I seek. Maybe even just a little peek.
Sometimes it starts, lovely and nice. usually turns into some kinda Vice.


Why so elusive is my mind right in front. I'll often get mad and call me a cunt.
It's right there, right in front. The Ego won't let it, it seeks out the Hunt.


Can't describe how I feel. I'm sure it's not real.
Floating along on a river of thoughts. Once in a while I might go'n get caught


Jake, my good friend, always around. A life long companion he comes from the ground.
Gotta let go of the judges and sounds, but they just keep spinning around and around


So is the struggle for me in my mind. Sometimes it's fun, sometimes a grind
The trick's lettin' go, enjoyin' the show. Let it all happen, just go with the flow.

Eventually you burn

Shame is a thing, up close and real, its breath hot & stinky like mine
Shame is a Fear that leads to Rage and black-n-blue bouts of living


Shame gets me Drunk, Stoned, & Wired. The Lows do not equal the Highs.
Shame for what I've done, for what I didn't do, or thought.
It hollows the spot where the soul it doth lie.


A drop of Shame it poisons the soul, and the next thousand souls in a line.
Shame it burns white, hot bright, must take flight, consuming it all & the mind  
No one survives...eventually you burn

No discernible course

Oh the frustration of doing what I should not.
The pain, fatigue, won't ever stop


Awake. Should be sleeping. Late.
Drifting, floating in my mind with no discernible course


Three hours down, my time for bed
Again put off the sleep that I need
Tomorrows price, draggin' ass to the j-o-b
It's a rythmn. It's my rythmn...
For now

catalyst of collision

Music is a spirit in my blood
It courses thru my veins and keeps me awake


It pumps me up and I've broken things
Dancing wildly in small rooms
Holes in walls, broken lamps
Pin Ball machines with holes


Music is the elixir, the catalyst of collision
The morning comes, me black and blue
Music carries me on

FEARS

Standing at the precipice of failure or success

Darkness looms ahead

Can't force or manipulate to make what I want

Is that a light I see there in the dark?

The stress it burns hot, erases some years

Keeps me alert, open, all ears

Re-visit the topic. Soon we shall see

If the light in the darkness was something at all, or just wishful thinking

Alone in the dark.

No Game At All

Divine you exclaim. Naive the mind groans.
Fumble and bobble. Stare into...blank.


You want it to be so badly. How can it be so?
Yet you ponder how it fails. A residual like snails.


The bark on the trees. The shapes and forms.
Rattle the brain. Seize the mind.


Blink open the eyes and choke back those tears.
Strong is the game. Tho it's No Game At All.