Wednesday, August 7, 2019

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I remember being born not at birth but at thirteen
No womb but consumed by things that were other worldly
There was consumption and addictions and abductions man I wanna scream
Some kid got lit up in a bed and his father was an accessory  

I saw it on the tv, it was so sleazy, believe me I was thirteen years old and I was scared so easy
I didn’t sleep for three nights and for ten years my dreams would freak me
I couldn’t make out the difference between reality and my dreaming
The room got big and I got small the walls so tall I started screaming 

Next thing you know I was talking 
and sleep waking
Stalking my own demons 
in a somnambulist cauldron 
and I couldn’t get off it, 
it was like a faucet 
kept dripping and my lips slipping 
I was choked up and coughing 
and this happened so often 
but I could tell no one it was awful 
and I was caught in this nightmare 
I was aware 
That I wanted no one to get lost in

It took years to get even 
to prevent seasons 
from breathing down my neck 
and find something to believe in, 
I don’t know when I got to breathing 
but when I did it was like a chore 
but these days I could seize em, 
I could get mean then 
count to ten pretend 
I was no longer a demon 
I could say I was a man 
and feel like I was not committing treason 
say I know for what I stand but not be a cretin deleting the emotion 
that got sucked up like a potion 
like a notion that not knowing 
was the best form of devotion 
and release this heathen 
and cast the light wide 
and invoke the comfort of a beacon 
in my minds eye 

By the time they call you a man 
you may not know what that means, 
dripping like candle wax 
your dollars disappearing at the casino 
but your acting out a different scene 
you thought you knew what the intention was 
and thought your slate was clean 
but then you had to much vino 
and the keynote of your speakers was blown out viciously. 
Admittedly I could get violent 
and you might pity me 
and then I get silent 
and you might literally 
cut out my heart and repeat 
as the dearly departed 
cast out into the sea. 
You succumb to the plumb notion 
that this devotion 
flowed steadily like the ocean 
back to shore 
and more likely you implore 
the night skies to circle back for more 
but are you kidding me. 

I was young once 
and I was stunned 
in the far flung notion 
that there was innocence 
I saw the bleak 
break out of the creek 
and delete all the vicious sins  
that went down river in crimson 
delivered to all the citizens 
like water contaminated 
i was perplexed 
but also oblivious 
critical yes that is a criminal mess 
I hope you get the gist 
I hope you aim but miss 
I hope you made a list 
I hope you unfolded 
behold the coldness of this sitch 
don’t wind up in a ditch 
you find a little bliss 
You get a simple kiss 
and be a catalyst 
and know what the matter is 
and be an actor in that blockbuster 
but that sounds so flattering 
the fact of the matter 
is you are so talented. 
My thoughts are scattering 
and now I’m battling 
and I climbed the ladder 
and I found Elysium 

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