suns of night

rants and raves
we misbehave
words are chains
as we enslave
we then pretend
it's all okay
we then commend
a game well played
I then regret
the fact I stayed
wish to forget
the mess I made
minutes melt
hours fade
how I felt
nice tirade
we are all suns, hoping the universe continues to revolve around us.

king cobra

words built like pyramids
reaching for the sky
pointing to the grave
slowly but surely
time will take it's toll
the sun laughs
while the moon cries
hatred drips from corrupted tongues
while lip gloss masks the fangs.
poisoning the hearts of the weak.

Nightmares

Dreams rooted in reality
Seldom get off the ground
Reality
Suffocated
By dreams
Is neither
Reality or a dream.

casting call

exhausted
actors auditioning
for limited roles
hoping
praying
for
a day in the limelight
a chance for a new life
playing by underhanded rules
hoping to get the part
of the son who grew
up a success

Blue collar blues

We are the starving
Give us your scraps
We wait at the table
For the crumbs of your pleasure
For the crumbs of the good life
We are the vagrants
Following blindly
Looking for comfort in death
We are fed by failure
And starved by success
We live behind your silver screens
We die in your alleys
We are the working class

eater of dreams

gather the troops
gather the warriors
gather the beggars and thieves
tonight we war.
burn the village to the ground
we sleep on ashes
and thrive on failure
we are the shadows and sounds
disappointment
despair
and
disease.
we shall meet again at sundown
bring your dreams
we are hungry

superman

this time we're grown
responsible
professional
look, no cracks
maybe it's working
leaning on our own understanding
only to fall clumsily.
we already know
that we know better
yet we think we can part seas with our hands.
back to the phone-booth again,
because this cape has proven meaningless.

arm's length

room full of acquaintances
at arm's length
life full of acquaintances
at arm's length
coincidence?
why are we scared of weakness?
too proud to let go
apologies to acquaintances
none of which I really know.

wheel watcher

what do we do to get off of the wheel?
hamsters running in place
following the american dream
unfulfilled
hungry
tired
we patiently wait
but do nothing
expecting
something.
we form shallow relationships
with other empty shells
united in apathy
bonded by distraction.
because we all know that monday morning
brings us back to our wheels again.

Spiral

We spiral like a staircase
Which way are we going
Out of control like we swore we wouldn't.
We try to fill ourselves with death so we
Might feel alive.
Maybe one day we'll apologize.