I realised today just how precious you are I knew it before, but today I felt it so deeply It touched me in a space I never knew existed Thank you for bringing this out of me A poem is born
On the back of the city they ride The demons attack from each side Despair weaves its path Through the warmest of hearts Eating away at your very soul Cold wings flutter about your face
Can you feel it?
Greed winds its way in Through the thickest of skin Til everyone is touched And the big sell is a rollercoaster ride Straight to hell
We’re all part of it
Death lurks each street Searching for souls to eat With a big wide grin across its ugly face Along with despair To lay good men bare
Have you had a taste?
Disease runs riot When people lie quiet Its foul stench forcing you to wretch
Can you taste it?
Madness takes a grip Follows your every trip Through the torture and torment of lies The cries are of woe As we watch people flow Down and down into demise
I wanted this to be the real thing I wanted it to finally be the real discipline The discipline That I had been so well preparing myself for
I needed something to be real I saw all things I saw all people around me Falling apart Caving in
I needed the discipline I asked myself how long I was going to live this lie How long was I going to let myself down And blame someone else
Finally, I kicked through the wall It was like a junky Busting through the scar tissue That keeps him from hitting It was like slashing through the womb With your teeth
Lies make me weak It’s the lies that are killing me The lack of discipline I was killing myself and I didn’t even see it I couldn’t even feel it The dead painless days are over
10th Aug 2024 – I’m guessing that I had been reading a lot of Henry Rollins around this time and was struggling a little bit.
Everyone’s life is tinged with tragedy There’s no escape if you are alive It comes in all different forms and faces And the challenge is more than to survive
To face this fact with head held high Continue forward, always striving
13th Oct 2024 – Not sure why this never got finished but what’s interesting about these words is that I knew then, the right way to live and be content but it still took me another 10-20 years to figure things out! Maybe I just wasn’t getting enough practice at the time.
She is tinged with a strange madness Her engine is a delicate balance Hormones jump from one place to another Now she is sad or frustrated or….you guess?
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