Monday, August 22, 2016

Desperate Distraction

There’s a fading pulse
I’m trying to recall
I can’t quite remember what
Like waking from a dream
Or remembering a program between all the commercials
Perhaps that’s just me
The one the previews make me forget the movie
I wanted to see
I just want to sit still
And listen to the waves crash over me
Not the waves of static and media and opinion
That bombard me daily
But real water. An ocean
Who’s salt can clean these wounds
And the tide can drain all the stress away
But those moments would seem wasted
Amidst the rat race, where we keep chewing our legs off
For all the traps in our midst
And on bloody stumps we scream and cry
Trying to go faster
As the finish line gets further and further away
And we’re lost in this maze
An experiment of the elite
Wondering which way we’ll turn next
When they’ve only left us two directions

I press my hands to my eyes
And breathe through my fingers
Hoping the world will stop spinning
Time will stop moving
I can stop moving
I’m too young to be this tired
I’m too old to be this confused
And I’m used to difficulty in life
I was born poor, with no advantages,
No birth rights, no helping hands upward
While being reminded by friends
From wealthy families, how lucky I am
To be me

I want uncostly quiet and reflection
That doesn’t cost me another work hour
Another pay day
Another way to get myself out of
Where I never thought I would end up
But here I am
Living the dream
Realizing the dream
Wasn’t meant for me
I was meant to believe
So someone else could achieve
And give me hope
Not know hope is a four letter word
That curses the middle classes to always strive uphill
In a mudslide
A torrent
A circumstance most abhorrent
For you’re meant to ignore it
And go on believing

This is how life should be

Closing In

Shifting walls and closing doors
Back to where I was before

A different map, another name
But inside still feels the same

I call out to ask what's ahead
My own voice reverberates instead

I find a new path, hope alights inside
But as the halls grow dim, doubt slows my stride

So many paths were open when I was young
Yet each new turn, they fade, one by one
The halls now shrink, the ceiling slopes low
Not sure what to think, much less where to go

Each step feels uncertain, in each turn there is loss
The darkness a chasm I can never quite cross
That chasm the distance between my dreams and me
Even as I'm racing forward, I watch it recede
My pace then slowing, disquiet closing in
Narrow tunnels constrict, panic begins


Do You?

Heart’s beating too fast
And my feet can’t keep the rhythm
I can’t keep up
There’s too much going on
Did you know?
Didn’t you read?
Didn’t you see the news on my feed?
No. I fucking didn’t.
I’m not everywhere at once.
In the omnipresent stampede of
False information and updates
I get lost in the shuffle
You do to. You just might not know it yet.
They don’t see you
They can’t
There’s too much to see now
A cacophony of sea how
To believe thou
Can somehow
Seethe now
Believe how
Your opinion matters
In a sea of belief
And shifting tides of what truth and information
Even mean
It’s all about spin
And can you even begin
To understand
All they can
Do to keep spinning
This top under our feet
Information is false
News is entertainment and advertising
Pushing uninformed agendas
That the companies don’t even understand
So long as the right hand
Is greased
And not least
Of us
No longer believes
What is really real
Which is we are the sources of information
Did you see it?
Were you there?
Do you know someone who was?
Get to know these nameless faces
A world a way
In the age of the information superhighway
A highway full off road blocks
Meant to keep you ignorant and apathetic
While a whole world spins
And you’re given the narrow filtered lens
And the next Hollywood Wives
In order to contrive
Your sense of reality
Or hopelessness in it
While the bars are built all around us
And we hand over the keys
Because we’re told this is what we believe
The polls say
Everyone agrees but you
Do you?
Do you know what to do?
Do…
Do what you have to
To find the facts
That make sense to you
If the puzzle seems jagged and broken
Perhaps it’s not as the moving pictures
Would lead you to believe


Friday, August 12, 2016

Ermine Dance Floor

On this ermine dance floor
Silhouettes of memory
Spectres of my longing
Stanced in poise of recollection
Just as they were
These book marks of my passion
And in these dreams we dance again
In back drops we have never been
To hold this ethereal reminiscence
This fleeing opiate gauze to my heart's suffering
Once more let's take to the dance floor
So I may step in time with you again
While away the fancy with these ghosts of reverie
We lilt, one by one, as I forget to hurt
And smile in a hall where joy of past convenes
Then I blink my eyes and the hall is empty
I stand here alone once again
But if I could dance with you, just one more time
And feel alive again
Close my eyes and hold this moment forever
Even if it's just pretend

Drifting

I walk these halls beneath the ocean
Through these tombs of memory
Drift along within the current
A thousand miles deep
Hot one ventricle, cold aorta
Pump through these ancient coral streams
Exploring the passages pure and sordid
Of my fantasies and dreams
The phosphorescent spectral reflections
Of all my memories
Then turn the path of recollection
To luminescent fantasy
I traverse these passageways to enter
Vestibules of relic ghosts and those that will never be
I need these moments to find my center
When ethereal’s more real than the world around me

And I just need this moment so I can breathe