A Wake

On the day it’ll be fine

Maybe even blue skies, likely wine

Still sad, but not for me

I’ll be in the smoke that’s on the breeze

With Jeff Buckley riding waves

From the speakers of a thousand watt PA

I hope it blows everybody’s hair

Horizontal for that last exchange we share

When I can’t be killed I plan to stun

My life is done, eternal death has just begun 

Pressure to make leisure feel less fun

Indentured to a feeling I could never overcome 

  

Never lost for reasons for the rage

I think that now I’m gone we might be on the same blank page 

A wake

A little something 

Maybe baked 

A little peace (piece?)

A little cake

Missing a little life just for my little sake

I never wanted more 

Than what I knew would make me break

It takes more than little prayers

To save a soul from outta state 

Comfortable In Hell

Someone 

Else

Something 

Else

Sometimes a hand

Is not inclined to help

Nothing

Tells

Dreaming

Sells

Teeming with this

Need that won’t relent

Despise

Inside 

Play the tape

Plan it straight

Poke out your eyes

Partake

Escape

Rule the flies

Fill up the skies

Decide what’s fake

You see it all outside 

Not like you haven’t tried

But likely to reside 

In this same place 

As far as you can say

You see what mouths relay

And only if it pays

Will you make space 

Someone

Else

Something 

Else

Sometimes a hand

Is not required to help

Suffering

Smells

Dreaming

Sells

So wash a lot

Or simply don’t exert

An expert sets the bar

Before the bell

And needing is

A wanting that compels 

A fire feels like it’s heaven 

When it’s hell

The Winnings

Everything is planned

The waves will all

Ways take

The writing in the sand

Up there on the wall

It hangs, defy

Ying 

Gravity

Alone here after all 

There’s a place I want to be

But it’s lost inside of me

Behind a mirror that I hold

Counting down to when I’m old

Everyone demands 

Your blood to feed 

There needs

To be more than the “And”

Down beneath the wall

We hang, defying logical

That 

Never 

Scream before the fall

Suffocating hands

The winning of a

Simple plan 

That’s all but guaranteed 

To enjoy watching you bleed 

All through the foggy streets

Away and far from all

You want to keep

Unsmiling like you’ve seen

You’re always meant to be 

A place I want to see

When lost inside of me

Inclined to never want it sold

Knowing its worth what I can hold

A hand that keeps me right

And left me underneath a sight

That shines with yellow gold

Recovering the way I always know

One way

To leave

The winnings with the gold

Like one-hundred and nine

Teen strides I can’t define

And won’t resign myself

Away from all that’s sitting on the shelf

I could forget the beasts

And castles 

On a way

Vin to all of those that know

A life is not for sale