Category: Poetry (Page 3 of 7)

I need some time to myself
to get my soul up off this shelf.
I need to write a song or two.
Might even write a few ’bout you.
I need your lovin’ touch.
I need your hand to hold so much.
I don’t know just what you’ve done,
but I can’t think of anyone
but you.
I need a paper and a pen
cause I been gettin’ low again.
I need to get you off my mind.
Been thinkin’ ’bout you all the time.
Your tattoo says U and I,
but now the thought just makes me cry.
I don’t know just what I’ve done.
How could I leave the only one
that’s true?

Oh I really wanted to be with you.
Thought of all the things I’d see with you.
Oh I really thought I needed you,
but you don’t need me too, do you?
You like to keep me at arm’s length.
You like to leave me in the cold.
I ask if you could fill me up,
but you’d rather fill my heart with holes.
And now my head’s been spinning round.
Reach out but there’s no one to hold.
Cause you like to keep me at arm’s length.
You like to keep me in control.
And now it seems it’s plain to see.
The truth it gleams beyond a doubt.
The time we spent between the sheets;
that time is quickly running out.
But don’t be sorry, don’t be sad.
For we’ll both briskly move along.
The only evidence that’s had,
remains tied up here in this song.

Do you remember when?
Way back when we were friends.
Way back when we were cool.
Hangin’ out after school.
Oh my you looked so fine,
dressed up in warm sunshine.
Do you recall the days?
Cause I can’t forget your face.
And I been runnin’ up the street,
and I been runnin’ round the block.
Cause you been runnin’ through my head
and I just can’t make it stop.
And I been runnin’ out ways
to get you out my head.
And still I’m runnin’ outta days
to get you in my bed.
But I been runnin’ straight on fumes.
Yeah I been runnin’ on exhaust,
cause I been burnin’ up on you,
yeah I been burnin’ up on thoughts.
And I been runnin’ outta ways to hide the feelings from my face,
Cause I finally figured out that ya just can’t be replaced.
But you’re so,
fine.
I almost,
drool.
But you’re not,
mine.
Cause I’m not that,
cool.

Finally got through hell,
but I can’t find heaven.
Don’t know where to go,
but I can’t stop guessin’.
Don’t know what I gotta do
to learn my lesson.
Tryin’ to get to heaven,
but I got no directions.
Finally got through hell,
but I’m torn to pieces.
Don’t know what to do,
but they say to find Jesus.
Don’t know what to say,
do I got bad intentions?
Tryin’ to get to heaven,
but I got no directions.

Benny was a bigshot.
He was an ice cold mother in love with what he should not.
He thought he had a getaway.
He thought a quick trigger finger could sub for what he had to pay.
Leo wasn’t overpaid.
He was a lowdown snitch hopin’ someday he would have it made.
And Benny was the big boss.
Sittin’ on top of the world just waitin’ to get knocked off.
The Feds were workin’ overtime.
They were 24/7 tapped in on Benny’ phone line.
But nothin’ seemed to ever stick
cause he’d bought off all the Judges; the D.A. was a dirty prick.
Yeah Benny was a bigshot.
He was an ice cold mother in love with what he should not.
Sally was his second wife.
And man did she hate Benny cause he fucked up her whole damn life.
She wished that she could pay him back.
Yeah maybe even lay him flat.
Yeah Benny was a baller.
And Benny had his jets.
And Benny had his bimbos,
but he ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
Cause Sally had it worked out
with Leo and the Feds
to take a .45 and bullet in his head.
Yeah Benny was a bigshot.
He was an ice cold mother in love with what he should not.
Jimmy was a drivin’ man,
but that wasn’t all that he had planned.
Cause Leo was his brother.
And Benny was a mother.
And Jimmy didn’t know that all the Feds were undercover.
Cause Sally had told Leo that it would be just a trio,
and they’d be down in Rio ‘fore the Feds would ever see…Though,
what was really aimed to happen
was a hoax; a mere distraction.
Cause when Jimmy went to cap him,
all the Feds were there to grab him.
But with Benny by his lonesome,
and Sally grown so loathsome…
a single shell, a .45,
a shot rang out and Benny cried “whoa-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh.”
Yeah Benny was a bigshot.
He was an ice cold mother in love with what he should not.

Oh I been waitin’ for the Summer.
I been waitin’ for the breeze.
But it seems the Fall is here again
and I been fallin’ on my knees.
Oh I been waitin’ for a lover.
I been waitin’ all alone.
I been waitin’ for someone to find;
oh someone to call my own.
But I ain’t got no one to hold me.
No not even just my hand.
I sure ain’t got no one-and-only.
Ain’t got no one that gives a damn.
So I’m headin’ over mountains.
Oh I’m headin’ overseas.
Gonna cross that big ol’ ocean
and find some foreign girl to please.
Maybe out in Barcelona;
I hear those Spanish girls are hot.
I’ll find some little señorita
and really give her all I got.
Or maybe up in Amsterdam.
Maybe down in Greece.
Maybe I’ll find her in the south of France.
Maybe I’ll find that girl in Nice.
Oh yes I’m headin’ to the sky-ways.
And touching down on rolling rails.
Ride up and down those foreign highways.
Better stay outta those foreign jails.
Oh I’m headin’ over mountains.
Oh I’m headin’ overseas.
Gonna cross that big ol’ ocean
and find some foreign girl to please.

The art of living has been dying fast,
cause sometimes life can really kick your ass.
The art of living is a dying one,
cause sometimes life really ain’t no fun.
I’m an independent overtone.
I’m a product of a stolen age.
I’ve been fighting off these parasites.
I’ve been choking on my swollen rage.
I’m an apathetic, pseudo savant,
trying far too hard to be nonchalant.
And this existential frame of mind,
leaves me all tied and wasting time.
I’d vaporize these illused restraints,
that hold me beyond complaint.
I’d actualize these thoughts of mine,
but I just can’t seem to find the spine.
I’m a self-indulging overdose.
I’m a box of words and broken poems.
I’m a fit of tears and screams no more.
I’m a dying art, but not heart-poor.

I woke up without a mind.
It seems last night I left behind,
the mind I had been keeping for so long.
And now today I’m outta touch.
It seems that I have missed so much,
and all that was so right has turned out wrong.
Wading through this growing doubt.
It seems that I can’t live without,
your hand to guide me through all of this mess.
And each day it’s been growing more.
I want the life I had before.
I want the life I had before you left.
Lord of the skies.
Lord of the stars.
Why can’t we fly?
Why did you make us,
so we’re always runnin’ hard?
Last night I was feelin’ blue,
so I closed my eyes to talk to you,
but I couldn’t say a word that you could hear.
I wonder how you’re doin’ now.
Is it you up there that’s spinnin’ round?
Was it you that put that feather in my hand?
Though I wish that we had had more time,
I’ll never forget your name in mine.
I just wish I had you here to hold me up.
Tried. I tried,
but I couldn’t find the heart.
It’s a hopeless, hopeless feeling,
when your faith starts to depart.
Lord of the skies.
Lord of the stars.
Why can’t we fly?
Why did you make us,
so we’re always runnin’ hard?

Oh I said that we should keep talking,
but I don’t know what for.
It never ends up better than before.
Cause I just think we’re different people,
than when we started out.
Oh I ain’t got no trust,
and all you’ve got is doubt.
It won’t work out,
but it’s okay.
Oh let’s not fight,
I’ll let you go your way.
Oh let’s not,
linger in the “love”,
that we left so long ago.
Oh we’re not friends,
but I think you know.
Oh we’re not cool, cool, cool,
you really kicked my ass.
Oh we’re not friends,
so I’ll just walk past.
Oh we’re what we used to be,
you’re not what I used to want,
but I’ve changed too,
so I won’t front.
But I won’t fake, fake, fake,
to force a smile.
We haven’t been friends,
now for quite a while.

Looking down upon that great big whole;
so many lights down there, up here so much soul.
Up here well above those fireworks;
telling stores with our smiles and smirks.
I told you this is where the beauty lies;
way up here beneath these starry skies.
I really love you lack of compromise,
and in your arms I’m feeling hypnotized.
I’d close my eyes but I can’t visualize,
one better place to spend my fourth of July.
Than lying up here on this hallowed ground,
with that big, bright, yellow, crescent moonlight casting down.
The night is howling as the wind comes in whips,
but you feel warm against my fingertips.
You come in close and heat me up to my core,
but now you’ve got me scared I might be needin’ more of what you’ve got.

Oh there’s roses on the hilltop and the skies are looking blue,
but I been going downhill and I don’t know what to do.
When I woke up yesterday morning I was feeling alright.
But something must’ve changed ‘tween then and tonight.
Now I can’t help breathing in your scent from my bed.
It permeates my room like you permeate my head.
But now you’re back on the road, driving; I’m seven hours west.
I don’t know what you were looking for, but I guess I gave you less.
I’m always bested by the truths that I confess.
I guess that honesty’s reserved for when you’re dressed.
Oh and now I’ve made a mess of things that I can’t fix with diamond rings.
A million pounds of shiny things won’t work; I feel like such a jerk it hurts.
And I don’t know if I can forgive myself for who I am.
I’ll never dream to understand this curse; I guess that loving me’s the worst.

Where am I going?
I cannot see.
Oh is there someone who’s looking after me?
Where am I going?
Oh I can hardly breathe.
Am I really lost eternally?
But then he told me,
from inside my head,
you should know better than to think I’m dead.
We’ll be together,
our souls are sewn,
you’ll have me by your side, you’ll never walk alone.
Through all this sadness,
through all this grief,
we’ll find our way through this world’s claws and teeth.
We’ll find reprieves,
from wickedness and pain,
forget the scars, forget the cuts, forget the deep down stains.

I said heart, heart, heart,
why must you fall?
Oh can’t we just start
without giving it all?
Oh maybe a part?
Or maybe a tiny sliver?
In case we depart.
So then I’m not left to shiver.
You’re making it hard, hard, hard.
Now I can hardly deliver
a sentence at all
without feeling my heart-a-quiver.

Oh we drove on the breeze,
through the tunnels of trees,
with the branches,
hanging over our heads.
With the headlights high-beaming,
I laid there half-dreaming,
in the backseat,
more like a bed.
As the yellow-white glow,
cast out on the road,
well we kept driving slow,
with nowhere to go.
And you singing those old songs,
like Home on the Range,
American Pie,
and Sweet Baby James.
And I’d listen full-hearted,
when you’d really cut loose,
about trains to the coast,
and those pea greens and blues.
And we’d go on for hours,
through the country road maze,
oh with you up there singing,
’bout Sweet Baby James.
Lord,
take me back,
to the slow ride days,
past the railroad tracks.
Through the woods,
way past Grandma’s house.
Where the skies get dark,
but the stars come out.
I said Lord,
to those days,
of the long long slow rides,
on the lost highways.
On those cold, cold nights,
in the warm backseat,
with you singing your heart out,
on the way-back-streets.

I said I’m downtown.
I guess there’s no debating,
I been waiting on your phone call;
Waiting so long.
I wear a frown now,
cause I been hesitating.
I guess it’s me I’m hating;
Aching as I’m waiting for you.
I’m caught in spider webs,
grieving in my emptiness,
and I can’t find a place to rest my bones.
I’m drowning in my tears;
Treading life for all these years,
and I can’t figure out why I’m all alone.
I’d pray to God,
if God was my belief;
But I can’t say I trust him,
so he gives me no relief.
I shut my mouth;
The prayers still sneak out through my teeth.
I can’t help from calling out,
underneath these falling dreams,
I’m calling, “please I’m crawling”
Oh, oh, oh, oh, please I’m crawling
and the, sky is falling,
and I don’t know why, but I can’t stop balling.
Oh hear me out,
I don’t know why I can’t be anything.
I don’t know why I doubt;
I don’t know why I cry,
or why I pray.
I scream and shout,
about the way I can’t have everything.
I don’t know why I pout.
I’m stuck in pause,
oh never pressing play.
I needed something, it was driving me mad.
But it was nothing; nothing you had.
You know I wanted to be something you’d grab;
I always wanted to be something so bad.