Time Clings like moss

its difficult to see oneself physically growing older, approaching 40 while mentally feeling as still in ones 20’s and nothing close to that of an “adult”

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Time clings like moss
My body covered in it

Through the thin skin on my hands
it shows as veins

Moisturize, hydrolyze to paralyze the time
A worn down shell
betrays the image of my mind

The ground has grown much harder
than the green grass of youth
even summer winds blow a little colder too

The cycles all have passed to fast
and even faster now
as the time just clings like moss
until my form is covered
its shape completely lost

That Sound

I know that sound
its in every town
every town
has got the same sound

I know that look
its in every city
every city
looks just as shitty

I know that sound
its in every town
all across America
were falling down

watch us swing
watch us sway
get used up
and thrown away

I know that sound
its in every town
every town
has the same sound

I know that look
its in every city
every city
looks just as shitty

I know that sound
its in every town
all across America
were falling down

 

 

 

 

 

 

A walk around the levee

I wanted to take a walk
Along the levee with you

But the walls failed
And the water poured through

Submerging our town
And things that we knew

The depth continued to grow
Til i drowned besides you

In time waters receded
And towns built anew

Where another version of me
Waits to take a walk
Along the levee with you

 

Concrete veins

The concrete highways and byways
Blood of our city
Lax polymers
Cross linked
We celebrate our hardend humanity

I break off
And flow through its veins
Traveling through
The dark and strange

A million hearts
Beating out
Discordant songs
Vibrate through
These concrete veins
I travel on

Through city streets
Narrowed plaque
Of monuments
Built on broken backs
Of the heaving mass
Just born for bone
Adding layers
To coral thrones

In this fluid
Speeding through
Our concrete veins
Always push me
Back to you

Death Beneath The Garden

Burning down
Everything around we’re just burning down
Death beneath the garden

I had a dream
Built upon the graves
Filled with ashes of past days
Death beneath the garden

Everything has been touched
Yet it is just not enough
Blood runs cold and life runs rough
Fucking death beneath the garden

Standing there we serene
The answer to and just a dream
But below emotions blow
Quickly change from hot to cold

Trying to be the things we’re not
I had a thought
We are the death beneath the garden