Through my soul.
I suffer silently.
The past is gone.
I cannot change
With second thoughts.
I cannot rearrange
My poor intentions.
I didn’t have to choose.
Sometimes the loss
Is too great to bear.
Sometimes the gift
Leaves no guilt to spare.
Echo in the moonlight
Counting the days
Despite the stains
Nothing lets me forget
A second of peace
Lies lovely in my memory,
Glances at me in the mirror.
On my tortured mind,
The sound behind
Pierces my soul
I feel the grind
Of hell’s watchthings
Preying on what they find
At the bottom
Of the wishing well.
The smell of fear
Envelops my body.
Count the days…
Leaving topple twister bent cranked feel
Flatten belch tap drool mantle dictate tense
Crafts jugular flop steal crop kit deafening
Portion practice flew greater up frog stencil
Harsh quiz freeze pointed helper venture
Queen beep leap to charades cosmos leaf
Bow tie beep beep happy strings pull up
Your cloak find a puppy in your hands
Closer tantra olive greeting enamel snow
Trust boogie wolves climb hills dessert now
Love satchel squeeze periphery longitude
Future binoculars enabling pounced unto
Towards handkerchief swallowed valve
Rust tangle tube raucous frolicking minute
Pushed bottle crap seep swamp laughter
Turkey stuff your face cry laugh mourn
Bond of family fun not really foundation
Fly above angels listening hear your sobs
They hold your hand sit with you waiting
Places memories flashbacks pain loss sigh
Jump tot location rely yelp require sock elf
Goose valorous valiant villain vouching for
Beer and bread and chips hats hello hells
Prevent pucker on lost leaving lounges win
Watch yeast yellow onto really must most
Christ mass is almost here.
I feel it in the ringaringring on the street
Give a Little this year if you can,
For today comes only once.
Don’t miss your chance
To be blessed when you give a little bit.
But little Scotty is receiving
The love you give,
So don’t be stingy and don’t worry,
God will take care of
Both of you today
And the next day and the next.
So stretch your wallet a bit
And dig deep for what is God’s.
Only he deserves your generosity,
And he will spread it lavishly.
Same always after then in on top of train
Black tar asphalt concrete highways roads
Sidewalks stumbling falling laughing sobs
Drunk drank too much whiskey beer wine
I don’t like the current events around me
Tip lint built gross mile never warped onto
Cross cable cook kill maneuver ring staple
Suit manicure boss title kook look Bruce
Wookie reduction trousers crisper tabs up
Bullet bill sock still wheel wallop cruises