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Past Me

Move your hand please
We’re not there yet
Why do you rush this

We’ve got time left

To listen to each other with our third ear
And read between the lines that are cryptic
Like when we first met and we were in sync

Just now you’d like to hear what I didn’t dare

It was a secret so I might remember wrong
But we read together those books till dark
I was immature so I’d often bark

Instead of please could you listen to this song

Then you dropped a bombshell
Like a projectile from the skies
There was another and he was in another isle

Guess you dragged me along with your smell

I don’t think I spoke to you after that
It was on my mind to do but I’d come last
My father came to visit and I walked past

You apparently and that was that

Don’t think it was deep love but I tried
I hope he was real, never mind
I’m writing this to close a chapter in my book
The life in which you only got a look


Come fight the fire
Come quench the flames
You were chosen for your power
And not your brains


Come feed the hungry
The weary needy too
Hope they don’t get angry
And get sicked on you


Come help your nation
The third out of three
Booming with growth and corruption
Save your country, oh can ye?


Come start the fire
These flames were holy designed
Till they burn everyone with a rubber tire
And your memory of you is hard to find


Come quench your fires, there’s many within
Oh healer heal thyself so you can reach the rest
You’ll find your answer but maybe later than
You’d planned to change the world and do for them what’s best

No Past

Turned in my memory today, a season has passed

A life that i’ve lived boils down to moments

Moments I forget when I wade in the currents

Now my memory blank so I have no past


I store those cells each weather change

Hope to God there’s no power outage

Because all my memories will be lost

Is living everyday fully the cost?


If I find myself without other lifetimes, will I be whole?

I used to let loss define me now joy’s my goal

Each day a blessing so I’ll bring a gift

Each night a memory tries to cross the rift


Hold me now, I’m sorry for letting go

I’m sad, I’m sick , I’m starting to lose control

My past is nowhere, my present is nothing

Can I wipe my memories and start again?


Keep the important things like my name

And the scent of pouring rain

Will my feet be lost as the river erodes the ground?

If i’m lost again will I ever be found?

Bamboo Chair

I think of her often and the times we shared
All the times we would get angry and be separately red
Her singing while flipping our morning eggs

When she was absent to come home safe for her i would beg

Late I was again, she was asleep in our rocking chair
Back and forth by herself and I hoped she knew I care
I tap her shoulder to help relocate her to some better stead

She does not respond so i lift her and gently rest her head

I seldom felt lucky but I felt privileged to be with her
Lying flat on the bed as she rolled by herself all over
Hair like flower petals when the sun comes out

I kiss her head and add a pillow and closed her yawning mouth

Comfortably resting in the bamboo chair on the veranda
I covered myself with a blanket and hoped insomnia would let me go far
Sleep was no more peaceful as i found myself rocking in the turbulent sea

But i heard her voice as she spoke and I could feel her warmth and her warmth I could see

I say good morning to an echoing empty room
Tears well up like I am reacting to a deadly fume
It is real life and she is not there
It was the wind that was rocking the bamboo chair

Insecure Context

I found my words lacking, my face was not as expressive as I wished.

My delivery was dry, my hair flailing my confidence waning.

Of all the trials I’ve bested this was a new strange.

An anomaly on the elevated life stage.

You see there was a beautiful female who I’d begun talking with.

Her countenance was shy so I didn’t need to be guarded instead.

I stayed as long as I could and was utterly captivated.

I was caught up in our talks when I remembered.

They came pouring like a stream:

All my flaws all at once
I was short and pudgy
I was not conventionally funny
I was an addict once

I had failed at almost everything I tried
She was successful and was probably tired
Of seeing flailing corpses be charming
Sometimes when its cold my features can look more alarming

I walked like I kicked a stone every step
I run like a vat of jello on the highway
I don’t eat a lot so my body conserves
I then over eat and add to my fatty reserves

I hide affection for people because it seems weird to be honest
I only care about my family
I have few friends to speak of when I’m honest
I get honest without alcohol inside of me

They came pouring and the situation changed
Because I could not now have a talk with her
I’d have to leave as soon as she had left I bailed
I’d rather forget my face at a bar

Cycle of Tears

I painted still life with water colour
When I was a little boy
I sought approval from mother for colours
When I had no little toys

Sight kindly gave as I grew older
My age waned as I was less sober
What tiny lies we say to smile
That the moon is cheesy and life’s a few hundred miles

My heart has grown weary from lack
But I don’t care enough to bring it back
I stabbed many sides of many friends
My luck failed every morning to meet my end

I’m tired of trying and failing at every instance
Even ending it all faces resistance
Like I look in the mirror and he tells me to stay
But what good can I lend when I’ve always stalked prey

Put me out to pasture please end my existence
I could pay you even to start the proceedings
I’m guilty of all my wrong can you hear me now
Ghosts still don’t care that I’m a criminal

What great invention did I originate before my age of disappointment
What great plans did I appreciate before my solitary confinement
Was wasted potential put my energy to waste
Was tired individual did nothing with haste


I’m a witness to my crime of living
And I’m the only one expressing misgivings
Like others are more concerned with when I kill me
Than they are if I die in proximity

I admit I’m guilty of not trying enough
Tried to be caught for not lying its rough
Couldn’t look her in the face to say I don’t care
That’s at least a half lie if we’re being fair

I got bloated like I consumed only helium
Got wasted like a king based in a colisseum
I shot my own foot like I liked to limp
At least I’d die a trying gimp

Mortal enemy was strife
And she looked at me funny
Couldn’t tell if she hated me or loved me
All I knew was she was my life

I will try to care less hope I feel better
Without caring less like the city weather
Mine is of an unfamiliar strain
I’m still convinced of triumph in my brain