#21

Fracturing of the mind
Oh how poetic
Mass of chaos
Blowing in the breeze
Seems like everything is lost
So much pressure to endure
Out of touch with time
Need to break free
Fly away in pieces

#19 Guitarman

Sneaking around them bars
Playing women like your guitar
That smile doesn’t sway me
Those rockin sounds won’t change a thing

Guitarman let it loose
Play so silky smooth
Burnin them strings
Givin it hell on that stage

What happens there, null and void
Ain’t that what you said
Those eyes aren’t piercing enough
That rhythm wont get you anywhere

Guitarman let it loose
Play so silky smooth
Burnin them strings
Givin it hell on that stage

Sit your ass down guitarman
Always playing that’s what you do

#18 Evening Fog

On the twelfth hour
Felt the haze setting in
That dreadful evening fog gaveway
To loss of motivation

Plundering on
Drinking my brew
Evening fog gone
Now a morning haze

On the twenty-second hour
That dreadful evening fog left Perhaps too late

#17 just something comical maybe

Fell on my ass
But the best part
Was standing on glass
Made it look like art

Dropped phone on my face
Not in the usual way
Wrapped it in lace
Made it look like faberge

Melted plastic in my ear
You will laugh for sure
It was Richard Gere
Made it look like couture

#16

How strange
Memories linger
For years
So real it seems
You could touch
But dare not
Memories touch back

#15

Strange musings abound
Inspiration is floundering
Melancholic dreams await
The threshold is near

Hold steady
Breathe in
Breathe out

Tapestry of words
Waiting to be spilled
Vibrant and rich
Amazingly pour out

#14

walking into oblivion
evening is now near
mystery slowly unfolds
children are wandering 
with raincoats ready
crossing into hell
percolating in the heat
steam forming fast
jars start busting
spraying frogs everywhere

Painful Release #13

As the days pass by
I think of you and sigh
The pain you feel is profound
There you are on the ground

You may not want to believe
But I’m not one to deceive
Your silent cries are heard
Without ever uttering a word

As the days pass by
I think of you and sigh
The pain you feel is ascending
There you are on the ending

You may not want to believe
But I’m not one to deceive
Your silent cries are bound
Without ever uttering a sound

Short Mess #12

Head is jumbled
Thoughts rushing in
In the way
Where are you
Come back here

Go away now
There you are
Out of the way
Emotions rushing out
Head is clear

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