Any real Sense.

Gotta write one more poem about it
Even though my piano came tuned
And I don't think it's gonna happen anymore
I just can't imagine it would happen anymore
After you sold everything you had
everything you'd ever owned

Another failed band
Another talented artist
I sleep at night knowing
I did whatever I could to do.
I followed my dream the passion
I followed myself through
I can only do it for me

So I'm throwing it away
I'm throwing it all away
Chalking it up to a bad investment
I failed myself in this way

All I can say is I believed
And what a great journey it has been
tremendous growth and a sigh of relief
that from here on out
and here within
I'm throwing away all the plans we made
all the plans I believed in
I'm throwing them all away
And starting a new beginning.

Not attached to these investments
Though sadness and letting go is real
my eyes and heart will forever look fondly
in these vision I once could feel
I now look to a new dawn
a sunrise I can sense
Towards making sense
Though non of it much ever made any real sense.

Letting Life Get in the Way

And I forgot the empty promises
so familiar
I forgot the bitter matches evil stares
so peculiar
I forgot the ugly malaise
the illness from within
I forgot how hard I tried
even got sick
Time and time again

I had a momentary weakness
they say Venus is retrograde in Scorpio
so here I am perhaps running back
to places maybe I should not go

And maybe I'll just venture alone
Don't want to rely on prison smiles
Judging and cold
And this running to familiar arms
is bitter and old

But take it for what it is worth
The streets of foreign cities call
After hours pubs, where style and art may crawl

Keep the smiles to a minimum
You're on another road
Keep your smiles for the recognized
the ones who doth behold

This time I'm letting go. I've thrown the pictures away
This time I'm getting old. Letting life get in the way.

My Stupid Memory Faded

I cannot remember the remembering day
I cannot the remember the point
the hands slowly stopped prying
apart my seams

I can't seem to remember the irresponsibility
I cannot seem to remember the insanity
I can only remember the handshake

After that the rest was stupid.
And in the end all of this is stupid.

And in the darkest hour of the night
Alone
Who doesn't want to become one with the night
Taking death by its hands
Into the emptiness
Like my stupid memory which faded
Anyway

He cannot display unto you.

He came through like a storm lighting up the whole sky.
But don't forget the rain are the very tears from his eyes.

And the aftermath is his belly in disguise.
Ravaging ingesting that which he doesn't despise.

For despot is King in his well.
From which the emptiness doth swell.

Girls, Don't let the rhythm fool you,
the earth shaking disown you,
for he doesn't even know you,
no he doesn't even owe you.

Your momentary lapse of cognizance won't save you.
Know that it will only slave you.
Know it will deeply enslave you.
His ratchet and racket is meant to disarm you.
His rickety rocket is meant to maim you
His antithesis army will engage and claim you.
But he cannot love you.
He has his ways but he cannot display unto you.
He cannot give in, he cannot give in
And his love is designed to despair you from within.
Designed to desiccate you within.

His anger will always get the best of him
and he may think it, act it, live it
but in reality he'll never win.