Spinning Quietly in the Dark
I prefer the heavens painted
In more natural tones
Versus lines drawn by the likes of men
Dressed in tin, and leaving wakes
Over quartered land
And concrete lakes
Limbless trees, webbed in wire
Stand erect as barren monuments
Evidence of our desire
To connect
Yet we all still feel alone
Adrift on rafts we call telephones
Not calling home
Mother’s Day
I spent a lifetime knowing
A world with you as part
Evenings when I could have called
News I should have shared
Weeks went by, I never said
I cared
And now this first Mother’s Day
Comes for me
A ghost drifts in like Christmas past
There is no voice for me to hear
The phone won’t ring
‘Hello dear’
Goodbye mom
Love like a .45
Sweet Annmarie sleeps under a Jersey sky
But she can’t see the stars
And the sun never shines for her
I know, exactly where she lies
And I’m taking that to the grave
The blood stained New Mexican sand, has me
Slightly aroused, but it might be
The rope around her hands
Sarah, look at what you made me do
I’m trying to explain
That I’m doing this for you
Softly, the bloodhounds bay
In the distance
Authorities surround me
But they haven’t found me yet
Honestly, the dismemberment
It’s not the part I remember best
So if you want to know
Where all the bodies lie
Well, I’m afraid I can’t tell you that
But if you want to know
What’s on the other side
Let me show you my .45
The Kentucky sun burns away
The fog from the valley where Shannon was
Bound and gagged that day
I know, she waits for me
To lie in her cold dead arms
They’re setting up roadblocks for me
In Montana
They’ve put my face on the front page
In Alabama
Honestly, the dismemberment
It’s not the part I remember best
So if you want to know
Where all the bodies lie
Well, I’m afraid I can’t tell you that
But if you want to know
What’s on the other side
Let me show you my .45
Epoch Unremarkable
Another three years of the stagnate
Life feels more like a hobby
Shading in the outlines of minutes
With self mutilation
From smoke inhalation
And other such nonsense like loathe
Every day, the gears grind out
Sleepless nights
My restless mind
But am I just bridging the gaps
Somewhere between here and collapse?
Weight of the World (2)
(These are lyrics I wrote for a band I was in. I wrote them for another singer, and I’ll admit they aren’t my best lyrics written...but there is something about them I like. I haven’t submitted anything for a little while now, so I’m casting them out into the ether for anyone that might enjoy them. Admittedly, there are a few very cool lines.
At least, in my opinion. Enjoy)
I don't perceive that the world is in black or white Cus I don't believe the world is free
I can't subscribe to the notion of a-wrong or right Because the cloth wasn't cut for me
I won't pretend to understand the wicked
I can't defend the evils that men do
I haven't got much in common with
The sinners talking
The winners walking
The darkness stalking
And I can't bear the weight of the world
When the world, it won't stop spinning
And I can't share the fate of the fall
When my world, it won't stop spinning
And I can't bear the weight of the world
When the world, it won't stop spinning
And I can't share the fate of the fall
Because it just keeps a-pulling me under
I just want one chance to set something straight One chance to get this off of my mind
I want a piece of the sunshine and happiness
I want a piece of what is rightfully mine
I wanna feel the sun burning at my flesh
I wanna hear the wind a-screaming my name
I want the ground to rumble,
The sky to tumble
All around my feet
I want the earth to crumble
I can't bear the weight of the world
When the world, it won't stop spinning
And I can't share the fate of the fall
When my world, it won't stop spinning
And I can't bear the weight of the world
When the world, it won't stop spinning
And I can't share the fate of the fall
Because it just keeps a-pulling me under
So the fire rages high
The moon beckons to the night
And the world braces for the fight
As the sun begins to fall
The sky opens wide to expose the sins
The universe calls to us all
Just to welcome me in
Like a billion voices singing, softly in the night But the stars don't fall, no the stars won't fall
-Chorus outro
Self Absorbed Bullshit Artist
I smoke cigars
Like, a lot
And somehow I have accepted
This farcical
Going-through-the-motions
Imitation cheese existence
Of some
Half-alive automaton
That has learned to wear fake smiles
And hide in the fringes
Of disconnect
And honestly I hate it
Like, a lot
(I don’t want pity or support or any of that. I just wanted to bleed this goddamned feeling out a bit to ease the fucking pressure.)