Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Placidity

Deliverance from the one-stroke causality
Mad as hatter, etching mercury from batteries
Cold relevance of my Archangel matador
Scale these icy thoughts
Like pinnacle truth is Matterhorn
I sweep coronary life lines
Riding sine waves in high times
Sweeping clusters & causeways from the catacombs
The last year of my life, a borrowed couch has been my home
And I'm never alone. But I'm always alone
Doesn't matter how close
Your heart never enters my zone
I speak with power & cadence
My love shines through
With immaculance & radiance
My nervous system don't take no nonsense
Been on the cusp since the day I touched the monolith
If Heaven is the mode
And Hell is the median
Purgatory is the space in between, that I live in
So you can catch wreck, like sense bent
Your existence hasn't made a dent
I came a long way, but the fact is
I still rhyme for rent
Don't ever question this wide stance
Or me and my words will make you do
The "Why God, why?" dance
In the long run, my life still straddles write & wrong
But I work out the details
In every line of my songs

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