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Show Me
Tonight I captivate
All my hate.
And pen it down
With my trademark frown
So innate.
Tonight I feel
What I can't conceal.
Undefined
In my horribly abstract mind
Is it real?
Tonight I breathe
An air of greed
So heavy
I wonder if I am ready
To bleed?
Tonight I break
For my mind's sake
From patterns
So painful to shatter
What took too fucking long to make.
*****
Unsheath my soul
And make these lines so long they have to fold to fit my song.
And breathe irregular beats
Aromas so sweet like a honey that seeps
Into your eyes
And stimulates your every cry.
And show me sounds
That I have never heard...
Like a dying bird... or a coroner's last words
Before he dies... so ironically absurd.
Now make me see
Every color painted on every tree
Such things that burst at the seams with multiple dreams
Seem so alive to me.
Show me the plainest plains from a plane.
The green like a sprawling alliteration
Leaves me with the bitter sensation I get
From standing in subway stations alone
And feeling so prone
To myself in the darkness of this graffiti'd zone.
Oh it feels like the first time I heard you moan.
Oh it sounds like the first time you answered the phone
And showed me that all of your thoughts were my own...
Oh heighten my senses
And show me just what it means to be breathless
From staring at vastness of seas
While tasting the tanginess of their breeze
Oh make me defenseless...
Inject me with senseless infections
That buckle my knees
And please... please... revive my heart so contrived...
So that I may feel so alive
And endless... I want to be endless
Like all of Hell's fences
And Bush's war expenses.
And maybe for once I'll dispense this...
This fear that I carry like teeth to a dentist...
So why then... do I find the time
To even rhyme
When all of the while
I could be a mime
And paint you my pictures
In speechless design
And write you the scriptures
That sleep in my mind...
And show me when to end this thing
For now all I can do is sing
My lullaby... to the summer sky
As I turn a blinding eye
Towards all the brightness of the sun
That warms my likeness like a toasted bun.
I like this... all my random fun.
Why fight this
Though... I am done.
