Wednesday 23 November 2011

1

Time moves fast and
time moves slow,
lost my will man i don't know,
lost my fun and lost my friend,
one who called me out by name.
A rising tide of fear and shame...
Hold it back dear Dad,
I don't want it to go bad
I don't wanna be sad,
but I look a fool
my nose always begging to be scratched,
picking away at what's left,
junking out left right,
rolling under a city of great heights.
Gotta get up, and keep moving
you know?
Can you take even this brain, this heart?
Yes.
Can't be afraid anymore,
you know?

Tuesday 15 November 2011

Sun Set

Are you friend or foe or
something in between?
It's never black and white
between you and me.
Is this a circle or a spiral?
I shouldn't ask, but I can't
see my footprints between
the walls.
Walking around, fooling no one
with spears skewering my
body, plain to see in the
afternoon sun.
I dropped it on the sidewalk,
tried my best to step on it
as I walked to my favorite bench.
Maybe watch the warming sun set.
Maybe snap a photo with my eye.