The month grows cold

Forsaken morning glory
Casting spells, deviance to mark a point
Generally speaking, plain fuckery
I would sell my secrets
But I cannot pronunciate jokes
Without shiver and penance in my spine
For a moral compass, no two ways about it.

I came to pick up the habit
Of scratching my wrists
Tapping the fingers in solace
That my nerves would erupt
Through supersticion and shame, exposed
Knock on wood, it shan't be a rouse
Of acting cold towards, what was it again?

Absolutely maddening growing old
When one sees rogues at every turn
Devils in disguise, beckoning at the shadows
So far, ah, oh, ha, mhm..
To course skin through fingertips
A sign of life, pleasing in commodity
In need of a new lead, a plan to follow up
To the truth in someone else's eyes...

The moon was gracious and that is alright with me

For lack of better words in order to reach
A secondary result, refuting my shortcomings
Have you ever pondered
What could had been if Time was elastic
To extend any particular moment where one
Hasty in response or the tone of his voice
Mused speed and by disregarding finesse
Lost all but the timing of eloquence
A clap-trap, granted, by order of rash exhaustion
Exalted by exposing secrets, open for the crowd to decide

Alas, silence speaks wonders sometimes
But, then again, so does anyone's face as of late
John Does, with grayed hair and faces
Baggy eyes, their spirits a reflection of a faint sense of urgency
I cannot deny I too would rather pray for absolution
Were my sons and daughters content to walk this earth without a heart
To you hear it? An enervating vibe of imminence?
Can we uphold this movement, up-keeping a religion
That ignores the warning signs, to take more then we can give
For we would do so much better on our own
As long as technology impulses us further

To replace the Maker
Emancipation and turn the world concepts upside down
To draft the fellowship into chaos
There is word on the streets, war and blood on the horizon
Ah! But equality should follow the tragedy
For post-turning everyone (else) basically into my enemy
There would be no one else to rule beside me
Alas, our very essence and souls are under pressured

To turn my doubts into violence, friends
Is both easy and a provokingly smooth transaction
Gold for lies. Lives for means. Excuses for prayers and thoughts.
Aware that the feeling, good, lingers upstream in a bodily holy communion
It does feel good, for vice is tempting and broke better men before
My principles cannot compare, caught wind of a mere breeze
and off they gone, "where were you?".
I might tire of making up my mind
The moon shall stay a gracious idol, and that is alright with me

Held my hang, cherished my touch.

Ragged cloth, weaken spirits

I was so sure we truly fucked it up that time

Tripped over my own ego, snared by an easier road

The distance stands equal to yesterday

Childhood amnesia? I disagree

I could be merry and breeze through

Hard work, blood, sweat and tears

For it rains, even indoors, tonight

On special occasions, such as this

A shared birthday, birthright, connecting

Damaged pride, injuries that open up

Whenever words get exchanged pound by pound

It got me thinking

After all is settled dust and done

Dawn and sunrise shall follow

Once more, regardless and inconsequential

For I matter so very, very little to most

And that is quite alright

I find charming to be taught and schooled

For idols of mine not of old in shambles

Familiar voices, sweet adoring voices

They talked of memories 

As if to warn me, I rest assured

Preoccupied for my health, bless their souls

I fear not to be missing out

For I am a man on a mission

Never to be engulfed on that which is wicked

And achieve, through action and virtue

Something I can take good measure and rest upon

As the worthy soil and show of those who made it possible

What then to make them realize

Should the flesh falter

And my tones tremble

For I am a mere mortal and weary from travel

And experimentation alike

I shan't give up yet, furthermore, ever

To try to make a change and generate it

To inspire and produce providence

To some, never simply to captivate through necessity

Never that, far too plain and liable to sin

Not exactly what I suppose

You came here today to hear my dear?

Well..
"I don't really wanna be the bitch that gets shit and bottles it
Deliberately swallows it, one elss contender, life
They'll provide the documents to make believe you're gonna fit
Spend your time as a militant, self-help perfection hype 

We can make this real
Already tried to go for gold
Let's go! For the stories that remain untold."

If I talk, it is for self-sufficient entertainment. If I listen, well, charmed I suppose.

You look me with such maddening eyes
Trembling in fear, accusing me with dead-pan eyes
Transfixed, doing what is I thought right
I cannot amend for turning this water bland
Unavoidable, fine, mediocre onto stampeding my growth
God, let it be next time that I am allowed to get it right

I came to thinking, restless at early dawn
As my breath grew shorter
And slow
Then fast, rapid even
Suffocating and out of rhythm
Running might be the death of me
Shaping up to it at the very least
I cannot deny however how real
This dirt bed feels to me
and so, I came to thinking
About the shortcomings
and the great ventures
The role-models
uneven and without equal
The vastness of what's to come
And what is there, left and up for grabs
What will I learn? From whom?
Truly interesting.
Those that intervene in my regard
Shall make or break my days success
Those at bay, navigating the shadows
Unrewarded, never without merit
If anything, I bow down
one does not do what he pleases
Without piercing a pin through a butterfly
And feeding the wildfire until one is itself ash.

Send me a guardian angel, mine has retired.

The ol' farmer boy course was steep
Leaning to the reminiscent type sort of ways
Daydreaming a landscape embellished with fairness and grass
Carelessness force fed the sheep into madness
For chaos filters through enigmatic and obscure circumstances.
They went and fell on the crack
Now they hang by the rope meant to keep them safe
Their voices unheard. Here, a guardian sleeping; their future extinct.

Children, as they say, j'accuse!, say the darnest things!
Tongues far too loose, hungry and earnest minds
Filled with questions that should remain unanswered
For we already possess the mold, the final solution
Know this and repeat after me. Fact, historical, period.

I worry, truly, I do.
As a common fellow, frail, man, at that.
Were I allowed, in this moment of weakness
To roll through the fire of embarrassment
To commit the offense of declaring a genuine bankrupt
For my soul, from time to time at least, cracks and gives in
Emotions afloat, abrupt even, fearful out of present and past doubts
Failure, or rather, that possibility is weary and heavy.
If I am made to choose where to step
Will I be ok with that?

If I left yesterday why call me a man adrift today.

A breath in order to relish the thought
Momentaneous pause, to ease the transaction
As it takes place and obscures one's past without a trace

Once, I was told, out of kindness and necessity I figure
For my actions raised doubt and generated excessive awkwardness
No longer a general, tactful subtracted to solution
An human that boasts epic feat, furthermore shows no fear
Is but a beast and a fool whose flinging onward shall lead to demise
Not short of obstacles defeated, his achievements vast, his process fast
It is not the manor that thumps the disaster of collapse
Alas, pray tell who dares defy the elegance of this wooden shack
As it bends and gently favors the breeze as greeting
No longer an incoming confrontation, conflict overcome, peace.

As of late, sleep comes by rather..well, late!
And I seem to find my appetite exhausted
My limps weak, my sanity feeble.
Afraid, I assume
that I came to miss someone's face, now a faint presence
Whose lines I cannot quite define
Was it easier to confront, Now, what I left behind?
Short for words, none raise to the occasion
I bow myself excused of reason
And bow stepping backwards to the nearest exit
Afraid still for I made yet another mistake
Afraid still for those the roads untraveled
That much harder, alas that much more worthwhile.

Misguided lady, the stream crossed over the river
In order to learn how to fly

Today's the day of retrospective and sympathy
The last one if this cough drags
Like the fags I rubbed off
Under my feet

A sea of grey, my favorite color
Just so
I swear I could descend directly from a chimney
An exception, apart from both ape and chimpanzees

A proud, sort of, father of four
Called them over, sat them round
Looked over his shoulder and sighted
His will will be spoken
So tread light, don't forgo the floor

The holiday season carry a certain weight
To their own it's due, what's the right name..
weary and restless, straight from the boarding school
to an empty room I called my own
Not too shabby for a house meant to replace a dusty home
Reparable cause once compared, what came next
Was instead the real test

Between bars and thick glass, a familiar or a phantom
Rogue by nature, vile in aspect but kind at touch
My father would serenade and occasionally giggle
A faint tune to lighten the mood in this prison
A prison that no longer bares impression
Bunch of loners, guards, prisoners and all
Sheep, the whole lot, friendly though
Necessity bred understanding and tame ways
To believe it all started by an opportunistic theft of false identities
A con really, laid to waste through bait.
Hook, bite and center. dragged through busy roads and cement
I would had chose to pour more concrete

Two mares leaps and a sea between
They shan't ever spout more bullshit to me
I got no hack for gamble and pain
Chances are Fortune butcher my ankles
chew my fingertips and bite my lips
An unfortunate occasion really then
To look farther ahead, as I happen to be heading that way.