Carnage in a lullaby

poem by JD Glasscock (Intro to my award winning short film Blade n Blood)

His first steps in the mud she carved worthless on his bones, on his soul, threaded scars spelling runes that whispered "Men are weak, men are nothing" Mother was the word she demanded, with respect, with careful bent knee reverence of tonality......then years expounded upon the skein, and her age came bruised upon her flesh and she dug her own grave in blood and bitterness and he wandered, lost, forsaken, even the agony she caressed his shriveled spirit with was something, better then nothing, ........lost......a dream broken and disused, then, the seductress, the femme fatale, her keen eyes seeing his torture, her skilled hands roaming his unfinished canvas, and she picked up the crown left in tombs of mothers and forged him, crafted his steps into horrors and twisted paths that brought her covetous jewels and wealth and the ending of threads, of looms of men that clawed her memories of a father's too intimate touch that was the mythos of her past......he was her blade, her rumination, her ruination, her veangence, her purge of too many groping hands on her nubile youth..........and they strode together like Gods, like giants in a meadow of sheep.........till the day the seventh thread of a seventh corpse found it's end by his grasping touch.....and in that moment, and in that stretch of sand trickling glass, she had reached too far, stretched the lie too much, and her life was broken upon a blade that cuts in both directions......and a revelation, an ennui of momentum and clarity writhed, inked within his tatts, within his history, and the birth of a demi divine icon of murder stepped forth, one goal, one road, balance and salvation, a killer of killers, all things must find truth.......and the shadows have never found more midnight within their folds....

West Texas (New song)

In the lonely wind of a West Texas drawl

You remember the night you lost it all

When the coyotes sang in the wee hours of dusk

And she walked away, broken heart, broken trust

And the tumbleweeds lament

It started on days watching oil rigs bobbing up and down

Shit kicking and drinking

Moving time around

And then she came

And nothing was ever the same

Good ole Odessa

Where cowboys and truckers still roam

Good ole Odessa

The dust bowl I hang my hat and call home (Chorus)

Good ole Odessa,

Beautiful beautiful Odessa

She was new in town

Her long legs, sultry steps and bounds

Sin two stepping eyes

Curves that told no lies

Soft goodbyes

Made you drown

Had a certain sound

Goes something like this

(Guitar solo)

(Repeat Chorus)

We met on the tilt of a moon

In the Silver Light Saloon

With whiskeys neat and too much heat

Ending in hips and breasts and sweat soaked sheets

And her lips were a prayer to the sky

Dreams drifting between her thighs

Love, a ballad on the back of a dragonfly

Stumbling to the Dawn

Moments drifted to breath

We were as inseparable as death

As weeks hitchhiked down the road

A flower that blooms in a story untold

We were aragami in spherical folds..

She told me her soul was a promise

And I put it in a pocket

Like some forgettable locket

And my memory still weeps

I still smell her scent in sleep

She was new in town

Her long legs, sultry steps and bounds

Sin two stepping eyes

Curves that told no lies

Soft goodbyes

Made you drown

Had a certain sound

Goes something like this

(Guitar solo)

(Repeat Chorus)

It began with small slips

Taken for granted hits

a kiss not returned

a slow burn

Words I love you said

nothing back but going to bed

I could say it started in childhood days

loving embraces not my Momma's ways

and I know there are those out there who understand

be what may

bruises on bones that never fade

but history doesn't make a person stay

and off she went, a yesterday

a yesterday, a yesterday

(Full band instrumental)

In the lonely wind of a West Texas drawl

You remember the night you lost it all

When the coyotes sang in the wee hours of dusk

And she walked away, broken heart, broken trust

And the tumbleweeds lament

It started on days watching oil rigs bobbing up and down

Shit kicking and drinking

Moving time around

And then she came

And nothing was ever the same

(Repeat Chorus)

She told me her soul was a promise

And I put it in a pocket

Like some forgettable locket

And my memory still weeps

I still smell her scent in sleep

Counting sheep

Everybody has an off day

Death rounds hollow eyes

Contrition & compromise

Fleshly it’s advance

Stalwart it’s determination

A lonely boy beggars on a lonely street

In a lonely town on a lonely day

Lights from corner lamps flicker

Shadows on crumbling walls

While somewhere a woman

Cries for a child lost in dream,

In the inability to touch.

Concrete, man skulks in

Back alley streets tapping

Fingers on murals trying

To figure out the rhythm of life.

Old Ghetto Joe

Strums blues & croons about

The way it used to be….

Lines form & rustle in a rush to

Trade blood for food or for just

Enough money to needle their way

Through another day

While brokers, lawyers, politicians finger money

Till shades of green permeate skin while

Somewhere in a desert a soldier clasps

Hands to stomach stuffing entrails in

The hopes of prolonging a foregone conclusion

Sadness has a certain appeal when faced with joy

Somewhere a child breaks his toys

Parents watching as they fuck

Smoking joints through slips of lips

Tips of candles wavering flames for a celebration

Of religion while priests fondle young boys

Explaining to them the merits of celibacy

How right it is when faced with temptation

Motel rooms flash neon

Wanderers searching for the

Reality of God

While teenage girls rubbing swollen bellies

Wait for the next trick to pick

And TV’s keep losing the picture….

Perfection is as inevitable as death

Living Hard

Sometimes life seems so so hard

And the road were on so so long

So i sit by the wayside

And play on my broken down old guitar

I'm singing about things

Fingers dancing on strings

And goes a little something like this (Guitar solo)

We stare at the sun and want to run

from all our fears, just want to have fun

but the world aint having none

puts iron to our head and pulls the trigger of the gun

So we stand ourselves up, drink that whiskey from the cup

numb ourselves to the drudgery of this rut

and play rope a dope, do our best to trust our gut

Sometimes life seems so so hard

And the road were on so so long

So i sit by the wayside

And play on my broken down old guitar

I'm singing about things

Fingers dancing on strings

And goes a little something like this (Guitar solo)

Hope is a coin we flip to the moon

days slipping by, our graves coming too soon

and our bones rattle to the edge of dream

truths dying within the rotting of the tree

and all we wanna do is fly free

but the chains are too heavy on these bloody streets (Full band instrumental)

We stare at the sun and want to run

from all our fears, just want to have fun

but the world aint having none

puts iron to our head and pulls the trigger of the gun

So we stand ourselves up, drink that whiskey from the cup

numb ourselves to the drudgery of this rut

and play rope a dope, do our best to trust our gut

Sometimes life seems so so hard

And the road were on so so long

So i sit by the wayside

And play on my broken down old guitar

I'm singing about things

Fingers dancing on strings

And goes a little something like this (Guitar solo)

,

The end is still waiting

our friends our now dead

the night is now falling

and the tune is fading in my head

the tune is fading in my head

All has been said

all has been put to bed

There's a light on the hill..

Unjustly cremated in the paint of artifice

Adage of the wanderer......we sleep and we dream.....we breathe.......skin...rune scarred....etched with sin in symbology...as deep as wisdom in the bottle of tears triaged upon the broken road.....wings trailing within rain washed sculpture of mud.......and the radio hits keep piling their fluidity of marketing in back drop dime stores of shallow architecture...spelling script prophecized and unwieldy in it's diaphonous duplicity.....she licked the page turning the Nietche Plato Socrates emblem of turning wheels.......and we roll the roles penned to our own cremation as we finger paint the stick fables of our own untimley break falls.....we are shadows.....trailing puppets to the movement of a good promotional campaign

River Rat Blues

There’s some sailors on the water front

Who’ll show you some gold

There’s some girls in the whorehouse

With stories untold

But there’s a special place you have to go

It’s called by the name of the River Rat Show

There’s gamblers and bankers and lawyers around

There’s mayors, presidents and corporate hounds

‘Cause there’s rats in the river

Swimming against the stream

There’s rats in the river

And it’s all a fucking dream

You’ll see mysteries, fantasies and

Willful woeful stories

Sex shows, coke blows

And whipping, spanking frenzies

And this is a god damn ugly scene

But it is a dream of reality

It’s dirty and smelly and

Downright slutty

It’s crazed and mad

It’s a type of leprosy

‘Cause there’s rats in the river

Swimming against the stream

There’s rats in the river

And it’s all a fucking dream

There’s some sailors on the waterfront

Who’ll show you some gold

There’s some girls in the whorehouse

With stories untold

But there’s a special place

You have to go

It’s called by the name of the River Rat Show

Rats in the rivers

Rivers and the rats

There’s Skeletons in my Closet & Fruits on my Lips

Salty memories carve scars

Down cheeks

Caressing softly, gently

Lovingly

Eyes roving past broken concrete

Buildings condemned & crumbling

Flashbacks in past supplication

And as I walk these streets

In hard earned starvation

Thoughts flit across lids

Closed in half remembrance

And the story forms,

This is how it goes.

And as I turn the corner of dreams,

Salutations,

I see the old man I always see,

Rag starved skeletal frame,

Eyes glazed & powerful,

Gray strings of wise hair

His hand cleaving air,

Beckoning, urging

To follow

And I do follow like I always follow,

Night in, night out

Footsteps heavy like thunder

Unsure like a child’s fragile movement,

Passing through earthly ruins,

Churches fallen & forsaken,

Bodies frozen within passages of time,

The jagged teeth of alleys

Swallowing histories,

A procession of crows on rooftops

Waiting, sensing our arrival,

Swooping down behind us in

Acrobatic wingtip feather tucks,

Symbolistic runes in wispy sprays of wind

And he talks to me,

Mad ravings of futures circling

In on themselves,

Pasts that haven’t happened yet

And the old man flicks gestures to

Beliefs long dead,

Righteousness no longer viable,

Prescient insanity fortelling doom

In the sedated sparkle of eyes

Worn thin,

Moving, dragging aged body,

Filthy rags, bony frail legs,

Shuffling down roads less traveled,

Unadorned & atheistic,

Stopping to contemplate cemeteries

With ghosts dancing in soft silent segue,

Graveyards with crazed woolen laughter,

Oblivion in snapshots of black & white

My feet synchronized to his step,

Him moving like he’s forgotten the dance,

Fumbling, stumbling always to

The same destination,

To a door framed in lunacy’s cackle,

A door with a sign that says

“All morality ends here!”

And this is where the dreams gets

Really strange

This is where the old man turns to me, turns,

Head twisting, body immobile,

Like an owl, like somebody who doesn’t know

What a spine can & cannot do,

His gray strings darkening to

Raven feathered locks,

His glazed sedated eyes melting

To furnaced flames,

Frail body tightening to

Mused youthful flesh,

Wrinkles to unblemished skin

And there he stands before me,

Now hip cat cool,

His words a mixture of blues & jazz

Surreal soliloquies

Burning liquid

And this is what he says

“We are all bastards in a world of flesh

and Death knows your name!”

His gaze tears into me jack hammer proud,

Then flicks forward, his steel grip

Peeling back cackled door

And I

Stumble through

And now the lights are red, blood bright,

Illuminating shifty seedy salvo,

Shelter of lust

And that’s eyes glued to morphing mood,

Wall grinding wall,

Lewd leering clowns,

Flesh on flesh,

Corner floor funneling entanglement

Of limbs in salivating drooling

Mixtures of positions,

Moans & groans dribbling

Off fevered tongues

And with a little twist of head

Conflict confronts

With shaking sweating youths,

Eyes blazed,

Actors acting sweet rapture,

Injecting themselves with small silver streams

Of needles crawling across scabbed up vines of arms

While my tortured veins of sight covet closure,

Escape from drug dug yellow brick road,

Slow stopped by

Mad jazzed youth of furnace flames,

His feet flurry two stepping

To up tempo blues stroked by

Whiskey jigging brass blowers lacing

Shadows on chipped scuffed floor

And again my feet follow,

Blind man’s bluff,

Bleary eyed sleuth of slavehood,

Chips freeing poker grins,

Tripping toes laying deuces in

Cigar style stove of smoke,

Twisting through enmeshed undulating flesh,

Straddling & sliding past sorrowful

Eyes, ghosts with fingers flicking futures

Up inflated elbow crooks

And here he is again, circling me,

Hoarding me to dust deaf hall,

Liquid movement, calling card called

Pry wrenching jacked up maw,

Jaw unhinged in terror

Loosening

Tightened teeth

And now the sounds draw out, fade

To some other morning, waking dreams of ash

Burnt out fires in glory

And he hammers me,

Pounds fresh nails to

Skin scraped suffering,

Walls hooded to neck back flesh,

And then smiles, the kinda smile

You see in horrors, the kind

That creeps forward in inches,

Hits with a bricked fist

Then it happens, happening,

Bones popping & contorting,

Sagging flesh puppeting itself into

Shrunken frame,

All hallow eyes glowing

Winter white,

Soft sane shift of summer,

Limbs circling tiny spirals

Now toddler touched,

Child cherished

And he exhales whispered intonations

“Sir, I know the way, follow me,

we’ll find it together.”

Innocence floods fuel filling battered bruised tank,

Tiny feet clicking,

Wandering munchkin merry dance

And now I hear the flute flowing

Melodious song,

Shadows gone,

Pan pipe doorway fog

And we did arrive, I was there,

Wide eyes, clouds, blue strewn bright,

Warm waving sun,

Child of white winter sight holding

Trembling nerve needled hand, fragile fingers,

Shows me morning mists in infancy,

Deep sloping pastures tipping emerald green

Tickling soles & souls of feet

And we fumble, stumble in remembered steps,

Shape shifting through dreams on

A star dust wave,

Down, down,

Hills melting valleys into dirt destined paths

Where he leads me, leaderless,

Now falling knee cap smacking

Stone ring of tired tinder,

Rejuvination waiting in small flames

Licking triggers

And his finger pointing push tough tongue of fire to face

“We are at the birth of cages, choices, mazes,

and this is where your road begins”

And with this simple sifting truth

The child of mirrors & memories opens smooth palms

And holds out

The knowledge of fruit

WHAT?!

Lyrics by JD Glasscock Circa 1997

We move & slide and flurry our feet

we chuck & jive to the hit of the beat

and when we grind to the crack of the blow

we wiggle our asses and start the show

I said What?!

What did you say?

I said What?!

What did you say

I said What?

She wore a dress just for night

cut real short and wrapped up tight

walking the streets under the city of lights

made men drool and started fights

So there I was shooting some pool

when she walked in and took me to school

now i used to think i was pretty cool

but with a shake of her hips I play the fool

I said What?!

What did you say?

I said What?!

What did you say

I said What?

So now I go to bed dreaming of eyes

her sweet sweet hips singing lullabies

and when i drift off to sleep

her sad sad beauty makes me sleep

I said What?!

What did you say?

I said What?!

What did you say

I said What?

We move & slide and flurry our feet

we chuck & jive to the hit of the beat

and when we grind to the crack of the blow

we wiggle our asses and start the show

I said What?!

What did you say?

I said What?!

What did you say

I said What?

What did you say?

I said what, what, what, what ,what, what , what , what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Someone finally drenched the dry desert of my fallacy

Sometimes in the hip pockets of romance spinning pirrouettes along her meat succulent thighs I find myself high.....stimulated in the curvatures working themselves against my dancing tongue....attempting to form etherial words into palpable passion in the arc of mouth to womanly nectar...and as they spiral pelvic thrusting to the articulation of my thoughts...my hands roam landscapes hoping to esoterically draw runes in ancient script with the exploration of fingers within caves.......moist in the rubbing of wishes against dreams.....she thought she had it made.....moans dribbling prehistoric scriptures of paintings depicting erotica in the grunts of stories.... ..and the sweat of her heaving chest (Landscapes of lathering rhythms) immersed me in a river...my frame and limbs swimming deep throat swells to the planting of my heraldic staff....it's symbolization a rippling flag to the art of sculpture in the ephiphony of prophetic wanderings.....her womb was my tomb and my pillow.......rest and howling unrest both riding low against the straining muscles of my moving hips as grinding became the dervish I railed feverishly against the wet deep burgeoning of her eyes spiraling into ever increasing circular moons back lit to the playing of flesh.....we both prayed to last but in the tumble of night falling blanket to the early depths of filtering dawn ....we collapsed.....smiles stretching celestial bodies across the fabric of our ecclestial depletion......we would both be a memory on the morrow's tides....but this moment...this burning ember in the drifting of wishes purcolating within the orifice of destiny would etch itself within the bones of our drunkenly weaving cognizance....and in days broken into old age....we would both reminisce back to the sliver of sand in saturn sage ....in which we perpetuated the continuing weave of our forever dance at least one more turning of the wheel...some day it will be more..... some day it would be love....

Poem by JD Glasscock

She said my mind was an egg shell walk, a house of cards in a perpetual slow motion fall....i told her she's right, it's upon the edge of fragility where my paint brushes find the most canvas....where her silhouette in that low key lighting as she steps over the horizon provides the most inspiration, creates the Davinci of her fading soliloquy

Deep Grove Monday

Written 7/27/2019

Dark steps, twisted into breath, holding for dream...I am trying, crawling, to see.....lies make things cloudy, even when the sun's out......truth is a hard beast ....it bucks and slithers in hands.......the scars are old.....long in the tooth.....memories.....I still remember her hips.....easier to throw up anguish.....mud step misery to the local pub....

As i said, truth is a harsh (Sensored)......I dig mondays, slow, bluesy, got a certain slow bass beat rolling along it's spine...you can feel the heavy, the guts of it. I feel most comfortable there.....always been that way....child hood a weight i carried through broken cobbles.....wrong turns, upside down falls.....She said my name once, as a whisper in sheets....i still hear it sometimes....

Age comes upon us in slips between cracks...in years that seem like just moments.....it creaks and bends and breathes.....Yesterday was a drift game to tomorrow....and My Daddy was a long ago shadow tripping into nothing....I forgive him....

One night, under the luminess of a deep moon.....I hope to find my fate......see it come to fruition after a life and a road of scraped flesh and too many beat downs....too few smiles and too little belly laughs......she never truly said goodbye......think that bothers me still.....my momma luvs me...always been a boon that.......my head dips into the pages of books that are my signposts...my pillow i lay my head to gallow rest....that requires rope i think..........drift......future spun along the beat of the bass i mentioned earlier......on a monday.....yea....luv mondays...

Automate revolution

Now here’s a story

short & sweet

about a girl & a boy

of course they meet

It’s like slick thick oil

on a vinegar pond

like hot sex sugar

in the morning dawn

It’s like a rooster race

with a one eyed jack

it’s like a crack house condo

on the coasts of Iraq

Like dreams & sand

shaking the land

creeping in my eyes

like a rocking band

like a rocking band

I’m losing my mind mind

I’m tasting her sweat

I’m springing like a candle

in the deepest night wet

‘Cause we are the Tin Soldiers

Automates in the revolution

Corporation

Annihilation

we are the Tin Soldiers

Automates in the revolution

Corporation

Annihilation

Now the story’s done

like a sunset dream

and the corporate swine

are squealing for green

Cause we are the Tin Soldiers

Automates in the revolution

Corporation

Annihilation

we are the Tin Soldiers

Automates in the revolution

Corporation

Annihilation

So here's the story

from me to you

in a corporate world

where romance is...

where romance is...

where romance is...

No longer true....

Cause we are the Tin Soldiers

Automates in the revolution

Corporation

Annihilation

we are the Tin Soldiers

Automates in the revolution

Corporation

Annihilation

What revolution

what revolution

what revolution

we're still looking for the answers

to evolution

To Sail the Seas of Broken Dreams(Poem)

There does it’s mast blow

In the broken seas of shattered dreams

Where all things seem

A probability of impossibility

Where love drowns like a drunken sailor

Back washed in the storm of the sun’s shade

Where all things made come undone

Where a little girl in the back

Of candlelit rooms

Huddles in the shadows of remorse,

Bruised and abused

In the memories of floating debris

Contemplative in the waiting of things that will never be

Where prayers crest and break

Upon the bars of cages buckling but never bending

Where groping hands of daddies

Rip innocence from the tender hearts

Of molestation’s grime

Where husbands in drug dug daze

Beat submission with meated hands

Possession tattooed in a skin once smooth

Where even sacred maternal chains

Shuffle love like a chess piece in a game,

Like the backbone of a promise

Thrown as garbage in alleys

Where rats knaw the blood of sacrificial bliss

Where even a true kiss means nothing

Where all things lost become more so

Where even the sharpened sword of true love’s bite

Cannot carve away the years

Where fear grips like an iron beast

Jagged teeth sunk to sorrowful soul

Where even the lure of another’s

Pain licked eyes can not go

Can not compromise the eroding of time

Where the storm of broken hope blows

Where the letting go of breath

Waits for that which she will never find

Except maybe in the smile

Of Death’s hollow promise

Shades of ghosts stealing away the day

Amidst a circle of flames

Where a man kneels weeping

For all that was lost

Blade of lowly means shattered in broken seas

Where a gleam in his eye holds the love of a dream

Morpheus

This isn't your dream

your caged in your own nightmare

this isn't your dream

your caged in your own nightmare

Morpheus is walking on your soul

crumbling statues littering the road

Morpheus is walking on your soul

crumbling statues littering the road

You see what you want to see

golden bricks & mazelike dreams

little kids & sandbox greed

broken dolls & girls to kiss

bloody lips & lucid trips

moonlit thighs & tricks to lick

Morpheus, Morpheus

Morpheus, Morpheus

You see what you want to see

golden bricks & mazelike dreams

little kids & sandbox greed

broken dolls & girls to kiss

bloody lips & lucid trips

moonlit thighs & tricks to lick

This isn't your dream

your caged in your own nightmare

this isn't your dream

your caged in your own nightmare

Morpheus is walking on your soul

crumbling statues littering the road

Morpheus is walking on your soul

crumbling statues littering the road

You see what you want to see

golden bricks & mazelike dreams

little kids & sandbox greed

broken dolls & girls to kiss

bloody lips & lucid trips

moonlit thighs & tricks to lick

Morpheus, Morpheus

Morpheus, Morpheus

Let our breath leave our souls

the king of dreams show the road

lead us from this nightmare's toll

lead us from this nightmare's toll

lead us from this nightmare's toll

A Lollipop Garden

I got soul burn broken blues

I got a skirt in the peripheral of my crap shoot

and she, she, she.....

I got soul burn broken blues

I got a skirt in the peripheral of my crap shoot

and she, she, she.....

Hit the video

That's where the truth is

that's where the truth is

that's where it can be found

in this curvy shaking ground

That's where the truth is

that's where the truth is

that's where it can be found

in this curvy shaking ground

A lollipop garden in the sun

A lollipop garden in the sun

A lollipop garden in the sun

A lollipop garden in the sun

She's looking like a girl in a dress so fine

walking the lines in a garden of time

rolling her eyes like a web caught in the moon....

in the falling starlight

falling starlight

starlight....

hit the video

A lollipop garden in the sun

A lollipop garden in the sun

A lollipop garden in the sun

A lollipop garden in the sun

That's where the truth is

that's where the truth is

that's where it can be found

in this curvy shaking ground

That's where the truth is

that's where the truth is

that's where it can be found

in this curvy shaking ground

I got soul burn broken blues

I got a skirt in the peripheral of my crap shoot

and she, she, she.....

I got soul burn broken blues

I got a skirt in the peripheral of my crap shoot

and she, she, she.....

A girl flit flutters while I sputter obscenities checking my pockets for gold

My suicidal dives cross lines within a passage of time and yet still I walk , still I talk, still I breathe and it does seem a trifle slow, blow to blow, where is the golden joke I was promised, the eternal road to laughter

. I met a girl , she seems so nice, so still, but she tosses my frills like it's all a bout a game, name, I think friends was the word she used, but now abuse, I think that fits it better, storing away stolen tongues, drifting dreams for escape, how hate is such an easier thing then love.

I mean doesn’t she see how when our eyes meet it makes our hearts beat, our knees shake, and our feet how they slide so smooth, like the way we shoot pool, so cool. I mean we take out people like were mowing the lawn, taking out the trash, like the next hit is the next to last, and we roll and we roll and we roll till we say thanks to the next victim taking a stroll, but you see that's where I run the toll, my body stacking up coins like I got a free pass past death, like I'm sticking my tongue out and waving my hands, like saying "hey death come on over here and take me to your lands, I'm burned out on dream's dreary sands."

I mean I got liquor flying down my gullet like it's the a-train, Like I’m on the next merry go round called insane, numbing the pain, cigarettes filling my lungs like it's the next rung, like it's the universal drug of compromise, yet still there she is again, those liquid eyes saying friends, friends, friends, till my thick skull hits the dead end, but then here we are trying to twist and bend, glide, cause this ain’t the ride I bought a ticket for.

I mean doesn’t she see how when our eyes meet it makes our hearts beat, our knees shake, and our feet, how they slide so smooth, like the way we shoot pool, so cool but I know, I know, I know, I'm the master of flunking school time rules, where all she does is flitter and flutter while I sputter obscenities checking my pockets for gold, for the next road to take me on out of here, cause I need a cigarette and one more beer, please!!

Poem JD Glasscock

I am strong,I am weak.....I have an ego that sometimes balloons to ridiculous heights...I have insecurities that are overwhelming....I have more talent then most, a sign of dead end recurves back to nowhere, with no heart behind it, means little...sometimes my heart is a cadaverous thing, secrets that won't share....other times, riven with passion as bright and burning as distant suns, sins......I can shine with more fury then anything in the room,a dim candle in shade, other times, bulldoze my way through sensitivities in callous recremination.....I am alien to those around me...the wyrd they hope goes away.......the same look for coattails to catch a lift......I am no-one, someone, anyone.......unique......I am the stranger strange as strange becomes.....I am alone....I worship truth, some say,a liar`s paradise....I am resolute in pursuit of creation and success...I often stumble over my own feet.....I am a grave with little memory or remembrance...I am legend that will never die.....I am delusional....I am overwhelming to most if not all.....I would lay life to protect another...I am a coward in wolves carcus......I have so much fear, fear is my everything, my burgeoning nothing....the integration of impetus to completion.....tool I caress to intimidate lovers into never being so.....celibacy is a cause,a justification to rebel.....to explain away my deficiencies...she never opened her legs......I am dream in a sleepers sleep.....I am the breath that never exhaled....I am dichotomy.......I am a poet in a back alley scrumming for change and a meaning to my frailties......I am humanity, ever devouring life......my tomb is a rune etched to tomorrows.....today is yesterday........her eyes are the womb I never found my way out of.....we are fragile, faulted creatures....glass thrown from dizzying drops.....shattered into a thousand shards of reflections......love me.....I'm in the back of the garden, near the reptile

Smoke rings are dreams

I blow smoke rings around life, exist in the Haze it creates... Hold poverty like a Linus blanket.... Suck my thumb and dream about could bes.... Would of beens.... And count the tick off second hands spelling the terms to falling....I once..... Yesterday..... Do I matter..... The shroud of midnight does a slow Calypso to the ever ever of broken toys. .. My eyes are half lidded and thinking of you... I'm sorry..... Sleep is the one place safety seems assured... Egg shells strewn across sand swirling in a Kaleidoscope of idioms..... My lips echo beauty to the ending of small things.... The door is cracked and the light frail and wavering...a candle gutters in a strong breeze...... Simmetry is left to those with more money then I.... The Haze is slowly drifting apart... The blanket forming holes, eye slits to bones.... Tombs are back drops to ghost stories told in the wee hours of doubt......I crawl through the left overs of the hungry.... Someone save the young..... They are broken on the wheel of progress.... Heavy pockets of old men counting green.... My breathing has slowed... The moon has spoken love..I listen and hope....