Glowing Pains

I feel pain in odd places
Place blame on odd faces
Trace pain in old roots
Pain to forget old truths
Face the bottle for closure
Medicate the pain for torture
Cry dry tears for sympathy
Show no rage, no empathy
Rage upon my face showing
Dim lights still glowing
Breathe in the dark I know
Extinguish the flame of hope

with one blow

Digest.

Joy lingers as torment breeds
Light shines away where night feeds
A home is built on empty land
Men fall on knees where others stand
I hold my word when actions falter
Right my wrongs, the future I alter
That future never came as told
My youth taken before I got old

Serge Gainsbourg.

I see you in a man that I have never met
In his traits, his manners, an empty stare
A life time spent with his body as debt
A life of woes, with no space to spare
He was a poet, revered for his torment
You a lone man, revered for his absence
Your words, and brush remained dormant
His images, reminiscence of your essence
Two men of equal vices, pariahs of time
A man, famous to others, intimate to I
An artist, celebrated for a similar crime
A pastiche etched on screen, never to die

Breeze.

I feel alive in the breeze
It tells me that I breathe
The rain on skins burns
Atoms to ash, body to urns
The sun reigns above mortals
Bright light, a hidden portal
Soil beneath me screams
Filled with broken dreams
Eyes to the sky I beg aloud
As my soul moulds in a crowd

Penny

I’m punching the air to no opponent
Shadow boxing a missing component
It arises at night when the light bows
It appears in gaps of our own vows
It bears no name as it needs none
It has no weight yet feels a tone
Creeps in all words yet unspoken
Awaits in all bonds yet unbroken
It knows no limits nor seeks any
A series of thoughts worth a penny

Tricks.

I wonder if you peered down
I wonder if you saw that frown
Smoke blowin’ n teeth glaring
Thru tainted glasses, jus’ staring
Did the clouds above clear away
Did ya help brighten my day
On that night, a son achieved
On that morning, a son grieved
For in the shadows you laid
A trick my mind done played

Mask

A voice in my head rings true so I cut the cord
Minor figures, a reminder of all I can’t afford
A lot of torment resides in my flesh n bone
In a godless society I find it hard to atone
To appease doubt with currency is redundant
When sin and temptations remain so abundant
To forgive oneself is the hardest of asks
So I hide the fear with my customs masks

Plot Holes.

I feel trapped in the four walls of my flesh
A bundle of thoughts entwined in a mesh
A grey cloud overtakes the sky of its blue
A loom of lies overtakes what is to be true
Alone in a crowd of perfect strangers
A concrete jungle and a lone ranger
The road ahead is paved with pot holes
My movie’s script filled with plot holes
From protagonist to antagonist, fear persists
A monologue to my brain, to please resist

Faux-cus

I contemplate mistakes I once made
Sun shines yet I focus on the shade
I see the ashes of a fire once blazing
I close my eyes to all those gazing
I pick the rotten fruit off the tree
I see surroundings as places to flee
I see the spoiled soil of a green grass
A sad clown in a circu(m)stantial farce
I see the future, turn down the brightness
As I turn a blind eye to my short-sightedness

Z is the last letter.

Our Generation

Joke and smile as our world crumbles
Barely took our first step as we stumble
Promises lay hollow in a broken future
School of life with uncertainty’s tenure
We took truth away and bathe in glory
Passed stories and screens sell a story
Of superheroes and fantasy we consume
Living with dirt and holes in our costume

Next Generation

Named by the last letter of the alphabet
We see the sun rise but will we see it set
Too close to call and too high too fall
The lights dim and I see the curtain call