Ruts pass on through me
developing mud hole’s to live in.
Quicksand and white-lies line the walls
while I've decked the halls with friends.
Keeping seamless protection against prosper
offering free rides down in the dumps..
Silence is golden - if rotten mouths are spoken,
days keep refilling my glass half full,
& broken...
A token of appreciation is payment - sayin'
when tomorrow comes, our waking will be pleasant -
including each other as habit, not wanting;
remains to allude the rudeness..
In the end, the manikins will be; still
& with a little help from my people,
I'll remain real..
Cold as a refreshment,
Centerpieces slant frowns
Because iodine Lucifer
Seeks my heart as his crown.
Nights among white musk
With trust issues collapsing,
Bolding their words; gasping
But oxygen is only for laughing.
See the world through my skin
Just to say you feel my pain,
Cause if see is believing
Then I guess lies are golden today.
Once before the summer
Twice before new years,
With an iron fist; collided tears
Into my heart as friendship
-never appeared
Secluded, I sit
on the bench that lines
the parks and desolate bike routes.
back pedaling-
hungry for a wishing bone.
out on our own,
we attempt to fight what's real,
and break our backs,
just to try and appeal-
to the world that questions us,
tempts us, and then lets us die.
awaken with sorry eyes,
and sore from the dreams.
tired of sleeping with the enemy,
but nothing's as it seems.
as everything rips apart, we will
know by then, who's willing to stitch us up -
with a little help from my friends.
In this order:
Jonathon
Mister Write
Jukon