The Inebriates Confession

Please, please, please bring me to my knees one day, one day, one day I’ll be able to do it to do it to sing to be it to just be one with who I am and what I want to be so beautifully so beautifully so blissfully this, this right here this feeling this right what I need I bleed I need it just like this right now right here please Lord, please Lord, cut the cord, cut that cord that prevents me from being who I am and want to be why can’t I do it why can’t I why can’t eye why can’t ….. I don’t want it to be easy I want it to be me, I want to always feel like this, like an eternal union, eternal, eternal union this beat it brings it brings me bopr ttat head bop it bop it bop it … see where it takes you ….. intense intense wna dthen not so./.. the end.

Melodious machinery why can’t I be like you and just operate according to a players notes…. Why can’t I just bleat out sonorous song with the presence it brings without having to compose it all. Must be an instrument that feels the music it creates. I am but a fool who dreams of the impossible with reality beckoning to him but he ignores it into an imitative scene of breakings.

Convulsing, convulsing with the beat can you help it? They go, they, they go on, on and on without your permission… if It stopped you’d miss it…. I try to stop the beat but its passion weighs me, it weighs me, it weighs me up and down it takes me where I need to go but never want to be, in a moment it flows out on pages with wages of time to tell. To sell, to be with bell of all that’s wrong. Its siren is hiring those that want to bash it your skill if they they don t fnont fine you are they’re your own. Expectations hope who are you are you there? Magic boy? Just like the mold they create just like that clone they satiate. Go ahead delete your words as they come, they’re yours you can’t help it you know. They all wanna know as you as you sway and flow.

Pervasive tone …….one direction or another …. You have no brothers. It’s just you, you are all alone. No father no brother no one to see you as you are to relate to you on your own plane just to keep you sane to take you under their wing to help you sing to chirp out those tunes just like all the other loons. You, you are your own father, your own brother but what good are you? Especially when you can’t help but be blue? You antisocial pent up special you. You lust for love to bury yourself in but where has it gotten you. You sell yourself for some other girl some other twirl just to twist your mind and it’s not you and it’s not who you want to be. It’s just a touch, that girl on the train but you can’t help it but be more … you bury your head in your sages book in your tiny nook in your corner in your brain solace from what’s around you what confounds you what surrounds you and wants to be you. I’m a beast a beast a sacred beast that’s not too sacred crying out from inside to be a man yet looks like one. Fill your mind. Fill it up.

Your Presence is Requested

Torn between poles torn between holes
Torn between myself and the scroll
Hallowed being suffocating
Shallow being just negating
Bursting trapped inside this cage
Thirsting for the ceaseless rage
Trite and pleasant are the senses
Might a peasant take defenses
Plunge into another recess
Lunge at what one does profess
I can be that one of vision
Cast aside an indecision
Forethought, planning and design
Tools with which I can define
Time will tell which tasks remain
If I fail I stay the same
But should I thrive and do excel
That is my heaven’s release from hell

Confess

The smoke ascends the alter, wayward sins we tend to falter
Sanctify dignify glorify – commitment to the divine system
Vice, depravity, immoral deeds – just an external symptom
The clutches the crutches the penetrating roots rotting the core
Abandoned, ashamed, set for confession – repent, repent once more
Enrobed in the purest of white masking the indications and implications
Mocking ourselves for we are the only ones subject to corporal subjugation
The crasses the masses the straying asses oh, woe unto our Holy Nation

Sanctuary's Stream

The mother the monster the magnificent fish
I sought you I caught you I made you a dish
Dipped into cool waters and emerged as a man
Brought you to slaughter and fried in the pan
We battled for days but I knew where you lived
I saddled my instincts and I’d never forgive
As soon as we met I knew you were mine
So was my merit, that Sabbath we dined
As you roasted over those flames
I thought to myself, “Oh nature, I’ve tamed”
Primitively I slaved over a fire
Recognizing I can’t slake my desires
But at least if I catch one by the tail
Your precious roe will fail to prevail
And so it was in that running stream
I conquered a beast born of dreams

Escape

Frustrated, elated, the son is sedated
Woeful and burdened he lasts till his girders
They crutch him they hold him he reaches for something
He wastes, he creates, he self annihilates
Shatter the bondage that is the body
Burst the shell that is rotted and shoddy
Why can’t he do it – he must look within
Why can’t he escape the clutches of sin
His essence his kernel his infernal eternal
Marred and charred and bothered diurnal
Days just move on and the dreams taunt
An unconscious seam to the only true haunt
He is his enemy and no one else
He is to blame the eye of the self

Why Be Tea?

Abandon the home of my mind The tomes lost their binds They wither they fall away Faded letters melody Imprint upon my DNA Sing songs in rhapsody Return to the grounds With the logical sounds My brethren do despair My souls in need of repair Go out and grow Sample the world With seeds to sow Wits a swirl A memory of ivory Stolen sensory It must return what was once spurned It must yearn what is learned A distant notion of devotion On lips of motion for sinful oceans On the cheeks of outlaws the meek the stout raw The girdled the roughened with wizened The hurdles of tough ones lies on My home do not go away lest I be led astray.

Another Day

Magnificent womb maternal vibes
Magnificent tomb marking our lives
A putrid drop gives rise to creation
Intrepid voyage of abnegation
Sarah’s son placed on the alter
The angels never came to let it falter
Tears fell in anguished prayers
Fears expressed in soulful despair
Kindness to a thousand generations
Withholding our devastation
Tremendous sorrow tinged with gratitude
Tidings born with accepting magnitude
How do we die?
How do we live?
How do we learn to love the One that gives?

Pharaonic

The earth it swallows tribes
The birth of fallow vibes
Dormant in creation
Ticking time for devastation
Corrupted corruptions lacking ratiocination
Fateful effects, weaving, heaving, perverse believing
Another age implodes forward
Another stage, habitually untoward
Time to surface from eternal drowning
Fine for purpose and infernal crowning
Topple the idol, the state, the father, the hate
Bills from papermills nothing more than kindling
Reduce the risk of fire whilst enflamed
Kills for daffodils something more than swindling
Excuse for a feral beast lying tamed

January Came and Went

“Ellie, Ellie, where is my Ellie?”
She took eternal form don’t be forlorn
Reality don’t stop for you young man
Reality don’t stop no matter your plan
Down to the grave to atone
365 and raise a monument of stone
The tears flow and yet the earth turns
They all go on and yet your soul burns
A righteous mother leaves the land
And still the resurrected don’t stand
Risen from the dust from which you came
To return once more but not the same
Embrace your mortality and you’ll escape fatality
Live divinely live genuinely your moment here is timely