Let It Run

Arrogant yet animated

Release the coils

Of a foiled sofa

We all have our moments

But let it run

Alternative facts

Alternative sun

My life is mine

Yours

Your own

What we do

How we have grown

A Fork in My Cynical Side

Put a fork in my cynical mind

The daily youthful yell

I emit while laying on my side

A gorgeous hope

Of a sick pretender

Hold high your hands

In bittersweet surrender

The gabby daily papers

Running underneath my fingers

As the pencil rests

Against the foamy green desk

Put a fork in my cynical mind

 

 

The Bitter End

Hold on until the bitter end

Take all you can get

Don’t give in

Desire crept into evening dreams

Fills you up with evil things

Bird sing

While a dove flies

Hold on to the bitter end

Friends

While we are all alive

Forgiveness Roulette

Forgive and forget

Forgiveness roulette

Fire burns

Water kills

Spin the wheel

Take the pills

So quickly we forget

How fast we move on

Sinide moments

Don’t love

What you can’t get

Hold hope

In a forgiveness roulette

 

 

An Ill-Fated Truck

Explain the copper wires

Running through my head

The hum of an ill-fated truck

Rumbles distant from my bed

I notice a neat and tenous

Stretch of thought

Running through my veins

Too educated to unite

To high up to rise

These are the excuses we all devise

As the old truck hums

In the distance

Maybe It Was Me

Hope in barriers

Invested in fragile dreams

I put it where the loathing

Belonged

Where corruption

Runs vital

All day long

Maybe it was our own hope

Vested in bad avenues

Me and you

Are to blame to

We need to unite again

Remember

We have the power

We have the strength

To come together

And put our energy

Where it matters

In each other