Monday, November 19, 2007

(excerpt) No More Mr. Nice Guy

As I reflect on rejects
I elect to dissect
The inflects of dialects
From insects with no text

Goodbye Everything

Darkening skies
Moon on the rise
Can’t hear a thing
But the buzzing of flies
Something has died
On this terrible night
Can tell by the smell
And the look in the eye
Pain keeps on kicking
Stabbing and burning
Twisting the knife
Of an unanswered yearning
Never to see
Never to be
Want to be closer
Want to be free
The voices keep talking
Chattering and squawking
Closer than nearer
Away… Keep on walking
Sun shines through the rain
But the water will stain
Any hope any reason
Then nothing has changed
Knowing the score
Wanting no more
Slam shut the door
Still the angel sings
With words that cut and sting
Goodbye Beautiful
Goodbye everything