Break face to save it later
As all the pages fade
and little strings of fate pull us together
as platonic mates
in musical endeavors and dates
exchange numbers and wait
for the day to begin
and the night to finish
fight till the end within the lies of limits
small beasts with big shadows
find their way into our hearts with forgiveness
when we speak
our breath is shallow
fall asleep
because every man is a sinner
at the cynical center of his galaxy
then his universe
as his salary increases
not only does his belt gain girth
but the week gives into weakness
feelings that trump facts
opinionated soundtracks to bounce back
what's been pronounced bad
and douse the flames
in clouds of ash
to obscure the present moment from the past
and when the clouds open, the moment has passed
but all the crowd's going every-which-way they can
but home and so we stand alone in the back

daylight
keeps us alive
--
like daylight
light light
keeps us alive (x4)
--
like daylight
daylight
keeps us alive
--
like daylight
light light
keeps us alive (x2)
like daylight

nothing's ever what it's cracked up to be
better to live in fantasy
than give up living half you see
but fallacies are maladies
flawed logic is my only problem
I'll have written all the volumes
with the sickness
different in all the columns
nothing but the dollar signs
and different colored collars
but none of them count as mine
It's all in the rigged up followers
chump change to make up time
And run in place when I'm walking
to speed up the distance
too busy with the distinct talking
taking from the rich to give to the poor
of vigor and happiness, not riches
that make you shit crooked, give a shit no more
the sappy bliss of a
big name in a bigger book, and
little bubble world too small to overlook
the tiny things that get you caught beneath the rubble
where no one would ever think to look
or go through the trouble
I know this good, better than the back of my hand
my only hope is that you can understand this
that you can understand this man
--
I don't even care about the questions
lessons learned best left unsaid
better to meddle than mess with the head
better to give it than get, or get it than give
not sure which, depends on whose got the growing dick
and goes with it, so slow to finish
tell a story, talk about the problems
and headless horsemen through allegory
and morse code every morning
an sos sent out to the nearest friend willing to help
but everyone's too busy moping about their own hell
I wrote about the tone of the bell, the road I felt
reverberating through the heart and mind
no concern of mine to start the mating
dance until a disconcerted lady friend of mine finds a
branch
I climb the branch
follow the vines to the end of the sky
and the top of the tree to see
what I've been missing
just beyond the rise of the distance
nothing to see but prisons
and prisms of existence

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