Saturday, March 29, 2008

Still Life

Fungal residue slides off the needy bark
oh! the withholding ways of the young heart
that have lost you to me
fully and truly
Is there mist in the air you breathe?
or do humming birds still choke on hope?
we wrote on clouds in which to believe
"love floats"
no... love soaks and drenches
suffocates you in its stenches
leaving you the allure of a carcass
yes, all the green fades
every still grass blade
cuts through your purpose
but what i really wonder
is: are you real?
or were you never?
the wind that blows thunder to change the weather
is nature at its most mysterious
Is this still life?

Monday, March 17, 2008

The most tiredest, man

Rollin down hills of Fallujah
there go the most tiredest, man
sweat, dirt, mud, blood,
heatin up, prayin it flood

Headin east by west
home is best
look, weep, drink, sleep
the most tiredest
too tired to dig six foot deep

Roll on....

Sudden drumbeat!!!
look alive, move your feet
hop, skip, jump, fly
the most tiredest
too tired to ask why

...but too tired for survival
tired of wrestling with life
as a rival
the most tiredest wait
drumbeat closes in
jump, hop, skip... not too late
but the most tiredest
too tired to be afear'd

drumbeat here

there go the most tiredest, man
roll, move, breathe... rest
Jah bless