Beyond the Closing Bell

Apostrophes of enemies
Infectious grins
Slanting beyond the reaching arc
Capsuled freedom stops then stalls
Fragile auras shatter through
The very fragrance surrounding you

Whistling Foucault from the stands
As ticker taped illusions spawn
Into demonic repossessions of scars reborn

Awakened by the tingling prick
Jolting shackles tying down
All the prophecies now forlorn

Account for each
Bear repeat
Lest forget the slope that's slid
Under rug hidden from
hearts of trust vacant cold
If/when your lips must wriggle form
Pronouncing without a stuttering tongue
instructions of how can't lose hadn't won

Broken promises stream the night
Voices crackle as the moon leaks lime
Focal points are deterred too
Locks severed years before
resurfacing here and now
when arms outstretch meet a wall

And the interest surmounts
And the sense betrays
And the hours wilt
As the chambers change
Clicking
As
Tears
Drape
The stains of oil
That still remain
From the classic
you sold to start it all

If only the pressure would have allotted the gauge to smooth
The realization would have come
Dictating the options of
How, together
Any hill can be overcome
When love is the force fueling life itself

Retaliation

Our most inspired Peaks,

Hold but a fraction of power,

Compared to the possessions and

Characteristics wept for, in our most

Fractured states.

Do unto others as you’d have done unto yourself

Eye for eye

Tooth for tooth

Fillings and contacts all

Turn the horn

Drink it dry

If evil hath been done unto your person-

Evil then, can be wished

upon imposing devils

Carousing within your staid

Auger with snake-like shine

Spinning blades 

Into the sewage of your chest

Lyrical composition

Why do Angry Lyrics fan the flame?

Why does repetition drive the brain?

Why is silence just the same?

Alone with thoughts, quality time you feel is lost,

Perhaps it’s your perspective that’s been tossed,

Out in the cold, starving for salvation, surfing waves of reductive behavior,

Singed by heat you didn’t know,

Could never know, not now, not here,

Why is anger so relaxing?

When every inch of you,

From smarting musculature to brittle skeletal structure,

Is filled with rage and hating every piece of you?

To reinforce your learned fears

To reestablish force of being

To logically follow the path of sentimentality we’ve long since had created,

To agree with constraints we’ve always known,

So if then, all and each of these are true,

Then why am I so infatuated with you,

When I despise the sight of you?

Why does hunger make food look great?

When it isn’t food presiding over our plates

Why do love songs hurt so much?

Don't Judge a Princess by the Gown

Yellow blankets of crisp together

Driving sheets of white weather

Alone, adrift in a sleepy storm

Mush

Fly into the eye

Swinging wrecking ball

To pendulum flow

Momentum gained

A renewal for, forsaken vows

Raspberry, oleander fields of clay

Sawdust graffiti is on its way

Smocks of justice, passion play

Sway young fledgling,

Sway to the rhythm,

The sound within

Becomes the sound without

Prim, proper, pristine frown

Severed soul in a peach sleeveless gown

Sparkles and glitter, charms and stitch

Ticker tape parade for our darling,

Smiling face, teeth white

A frowning chasm juxtaposed

The Cold Front

Vile words echo again,

Nine to eighteen inches overnight,

Perhaps this is premature, could be different this time through,

Another town, some other day,

On cue the host adds a caveat, minimum nine tonight, guaranteed,

Better bundle up, this one’s going to be nasty,

Smacking the dash as I park the car,

No need for anger, no reason yet,

Rust decorates the slush as I close the door,

Dark clouds pouring in, a new chill as flakes fall,

Guess that promise was filled with emptiness,

Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas, three months after the fact,

Deck the Hall, What’s this guy stalking me?

With boughs of holly, blah, blah, blah, and then and then

An unconscious response, from fist to beard, Four cops swarm

With guns drawn, but forty minutes later Santa said he holds no ill will towards me,

Conveniently I walked, into the Store, but some foreigner starts yelling we closed, we closed,

All I want is a lousy loaf of bread, some milk and some eggs,

Pulls out a bat and starts swinging, bells jingle as I’m exiting, cops nowhere around,

Staring at the walls, she’s still not home, should I worry, my heart begins to race,

We’ve been through this one before.  I’ll sit and wait as the darkness fills the clouds black and grey

I’ll watch the front as it rides on through, and picture her pacing and rehearsing the excuses she’ll use.