I remember times where I wished I could have heard more of what was being said. Sometimes I made the mistake of nodding in compliance, without a second though. I had hurt the ones I loved. What am I supposed to do with this now? Am I supposed to feel to feel better knowing time has passed? Do I really feel any better about any of this? 

All the times I spoke without the thought of consequence. Just like the words that escape my thoughts, I too have found something fleeting in you. 

The guilty line up like clockwork,

Fascists torn by velocity forth -

coming. To a brittle halt. 

All of them, ready smoking colt. 

Stomp the victory home, 

love is strength that over comes. 

Like corn husks against my skin.

Little dimples of meek cheek. 

I think not of the dry strand 

as the pressure makes lasting impressions.

Take my sip, the apple tickles long.

The most majestic, he needs to clean. 

As I lay in this oasis, he gives me comfort. 

Come ye silent actor to the making. 

Sit with brave anxiety, I doubt.

Fame will blow your whistle. Claw me,

Any time. Say you're mine.

Don't make me waste my mind.

If I wait until I feel no more,

then I can get away with this scott free. 

The wine river whisky lies,

it tries with might to be less.

While glasses can't stay full forever. 

I feel those beady eyes low.

Breaking my concentration.

Never in my dreams have I seen the -

levee give way like I did that day. 

Music is a curious thing. 

To feel rhythm so rapaciously. 

Hanging on an iota of feeling.

Releasing the flood gates. 

Prepare for the healing. 

I try to lighten my load.

I don't enjoy being so morbid.

I shouldn't feel this much animosity.

There is a stain on my shirt, 

it seeps out every now and then.

It mesmerizes like a hypnotic hymn. 

Your stain needs to go away. 

This isn't really your day. 

My eyes, heavy like iron. 

My arms weigh a ton.

Just push your lips together, 

and suck it down. 

Don't look at me,

your incessant nagging. 

Hot coals burn beneath my feet.

Extra motivation is exactly what I needed.

Done with you, you disgrace.

Just go the fuck away. 

I am supposed to worship men who would step on the backs of the bruised.

To gain their ill gotten power. A man goes to office not because he is a man trust worthy, 

but because he will sacrifice self integrity for personal gain. 

He will lie about his ability, 

about his truth, just to further his reach. 

That is why I am here and you are there. 

We hold no ground because their boots snuff us out.