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Thursday, November 30, 2017

Guilty

Something foolish, 
something crude,
something to start a new.

Something echoes and rip through the chords, 
and I don’t want to stand a minute with you.

You got your faith, 
you got your family. 
Though you seem, 
unwavering tone.

You wonder what, 
we have done for you,
but we know we haven’t, 
done wrong.

Please don’t walk my way till you know what you’ve done.
Please talk to me till you put up your gun.
Please don’t come my way till you reap what you sow.
Please don’t walk my way till you know what you’ve done.









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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Confessions

If I should decide for you,
with all the violence,
that stands between.
You hold your youth.
Like the knives you are hiding.

If I should choose its right,
like the colours of the walls.
You hide your gold in.
I should choose, 
where to sleep tonight

If I can decide what's true. 
The grass is green,
behind my home. 
I will wait for you.
At least your not alone. 












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Sunday, November 26, 2017

I Hear Them

Settle down I want you to hear this. 
I want to set a fire as I touch your lips. 
You complain and I tell you that it’s okay. 
I set a fire we could be in hell anyway. 

Something’s down I won’t hear the end of it. 
I want to walk on water of the ocean. 
My teeth are rotting and so is my mind. 
I’ll never be fine with my affliction. 

There’s a voice and it whispers to me. 
I hear the screams,
but they are really inside of me. 

I complain you don’t understand anyway. 
I need a muse to take this all away. 

I hear the screams,
I hear the words,
I hear the sound,
I heard the world. 

I hear the screams,
that echo through the night. 

I hear the words,
of a looming fight. 

I hear the sound,
with strike on a book of matches. 

I heard the world,
with all their lies and all their laughter. 

I hear them,
I hear them. 

Stay a while,
you need to hear the end of this. 
With my rouge thoughts,
I am a heritic. 

No platform to tell you that this is the way.
No story to tell that sees the light of day. 

I hear the screams,
I hear the words,
I hear the sound,
I heard the world. 

I hear the screams,
like drowning the light of me. 

I hear the words,
of a impending catastrophe. 

I hear the sound,
as I add the gasoline. 

I heard the world,
when it was took from me. 


I hear them.
I hear them.












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Thursday, November 23, 2017

Truth

I wrote a song about girls
And what they mean to me
Like a long winter
Interrupted with a day of spring
I don't like the way
That you think of me 
Though it's wild

I wrote a song about love
Though it's not right or fair
To think of one 
That better than the fair. 
It's not right 
To think of me that way
Though it's true. 

I can wait bitter for an afternoon
I stop the winter coming through my front room
I hear some saying about love and girls
Is it true?
I may be better when I'm seasoned on the streets
I'm no winner but I'm six feet deep. 
It's not right 
To think of me that way
Though it's true. 

There are 300 gardens 
maintained by ghosts in this town
They don't water or feed 
just sitting down
I will march through the city 
with no blatant truth
On my side. 

Tear down the frescos 
you feel that put you down
There's always a basterd girl
for an alabaster town
Do you always feel this way
Even though everything you know
Is a lie?

I can wait bitter for an afternoon
I stop the winter coming through my front room
I hear some saying about love and girls
Is it true?
I may be better when I'm seasoned on the streets
I'm no winner but I'm six feet deep. 
It's not right 
To think of me that way
Though it's true. 













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Monday, November 20, 2017

Comfort

You and I don’t know what to do,
people fretting about the world anew.
Close your eyes.

We are stuck like sticks in the mud,
but we don’t slack in our love. 
Say goodnight

Talking if there is a god above,
talking about our second love.
Its alright.

We believe that in olden days, 
that if we changed our ways,
we stared at the world of kind 
we would be whole of mind.

If we take the world a stage 
believing the world would change its ways,
taking all we had to do,
just believe in me and you.

Tonight.










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Saturday, November 18, 2017

Comeback

Mary.
Drinking all the time.
Drunk all my wine.
She's getting hot and bothered.

Sunny,
you ain't no soldier boy,
rifles aren't a toy. 
Just come  home. 

All of these things, 
make it crazy, 
for me it seems.

Sippin on,
some kind of punch,
in front of a TV screen.

Standing in the middle,
of the earth.
Please oh please.

I read all the facts, 
in a shiny new, 
magazine.

I told all the tales,
all the world has given me.

Traveled to the unknown world.
It didn’t interest me.

Fell in love with a girl.
Now what is misery?  

Seen all of heaven and hell,
by twenty three.

Standing in the middle,
of earth.
Please oh please.

Samantha.
I Lost Everything,
but the meat on my toes.
Now you suppose...

Rhonda.
Do it for me now.
First I’ll show you how.
That beer won't be steady.

Lana.
I felt you under my skin.
You creeped in me within.
Damned just to be wrong.

Anna.
I’m a moth to the flame.
With the coldest untamed. 
I long to be with you
but I’m only a man

When,
will you,
comeback,
my love?

When,
will you,
comeback,
my love? 

When I see you there,
stand next to me.
The suns in your hair.
Eyes blinding me

I may lost my way,
but theres plenty to do. 
Turn off the sound,
and help me understand you.

The moon and the stars,
can nearly compare.
Tender sweet love,
I see in you.

Maybe one day,
I’ll settle down,
with a blue eyed girl,
who loves me for who I am.

When,
will you,
comeback,
my love?

When,
will you,
comeback,
my love? 










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Tuesday, November 7, 2017

The Future

Hello everyone,

     Its been a long time coming and I have some good news and some bad news. I'll start with the bad news first. I know you guys have been awaiting the new short story that I have come out with every year since I started this blog. Most writing on my blog has stopped completely and if there was always one guarantee every year on my blog it was a short story every year expanding my ever growing universe. The short story that was originally been planned has stopped production and will not come out at the beginning of the new year. I know a lot of you may be disappointed but its not because I am lazy, I have good news too.

      The somewhat larger story--Listening For That Sweet Tune-- that I have started writing since the beginning of my blog has an end in sight and I have been writing it everyday the past two months. I have not been posting any of the new chapters on the blog because I have been very protective against my work and stopped posting because I fear that my main works will be stolen. I'm not sure if anyone knew but LFTST has been my lifeblood and is the very reason why I started this blog and was the very first thing I written to create this universe. LFTST is now 115,000 words and it grows more every day to put this in perspective a average novel is 90,000-100,000 words. I have edited most of the chapters, made everything longer and added new chapters that were previously not there but I am not doing this just to complete it. I plan on publishing it and releasing it to the public if I can find a publisher and it may very well be on a bookshelf near you.

      I may have not made everything clear on my blog but everything I have written on here has been apart of me and my illness and I have looked around for the proper treatment and I feel I am finally getting better in my life but because I have been feeling better emotionally and mentally. Because of that, my writing did stop for a very long time but I have continued my work and with the support of my wife I realized that this is a thing I care about very much and I will continue to write and expand the universe till I breathe my last dying breath.

     You may notice I'm saying universe and not stories, everything is connected, every word, every poem and every short story. It will all come together in a bigger picture and once things start getting published, all will be clear. I now have came across a title for my universe. It will be called "The Esoteric Sequence" and will be addressed as such. I have many ideas and several acts in mind for The Esoteric Sequence and this thing--like I stated before--will continue for as long as I draw breath.

     If you have not begun to read Listening For That Sweet Tune the link to the beginning is HERE but it will stop abruptly because of my paranoia. Also keep in mind that it is a very rough unedited draft. I hope this has been exciting for all of you as it is for me and I hope to hear more from you in the coming years.















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