Transsubstantiatio

I married faith
she divorced me
we kept together
sporadically

Our kids grew up
hope grew up strong
felt out of place
in this same song

Angel joined the team
caught the big catch
head of his class
head of white trash

now i see my kids
and we go to the games
and we drown our fears
with tears of shame

but i never want to see that bitch
faith
faith
faith
oh faith can you get out of my life
take your fucking memory out of my head

Never knew the sun could be soo cold

Ever since you blocked the rays

Never seemed to bother me before

Now I sit and wish for better days

Not enough

I had a girlfriend..
that used to love me
with all of her heart

she had a vision
of our future
that was beautiful
and had wedding bells
and children playing
and dinner parties

but she had a vision of her present
dancing and singing
and there was a fog

that fog hid me
hid me in the background
sitting in a lonely table
nervously thwrilling a napkin
wondering where she was?
When was she going to come back?
Was she happier out there?

Apparently so.
the somber realization set in

she still loves me
a different kind of love now
without children
without a sense of belonging

Her ring was too tight
and my ring slid off my hand

but i picked it up
she helped me
we awkardly grasped it together
and put a necklace through it
and placed it around my neck,
closer to my heart

Ask not what your country can do for you
just take it
But what you can do for your country
just fake it

Coming at you with a pyroclastic flow
distorting the image
of what you think i know
straighten you out
with a chiropractic blow

cauterizing limbs and
I spit blasphemy
its up to you to decipher

Fledgling Love

I won't
I won't
I won't
Do anything that

Keeps us
keeps us
keeps us
Apppparrrt

Promise
that you
will keep your promise to me

And I
Will not depart

Temporary Sanity

The background seems so stagnant
and the forground moves so slow
why must I question the established

Knowledge is nothing
Novel is tho

believing the masses
complacency costs

the lives of our children
forever are lost

rules were all meant to be broken and bent
but old habits die hard and are prone to repent

Trust

Here is a poem.

The touch on my hand
that melts my soul
and the distant forced smile
that rocks my world

few, faint and far between
the scars of another
are best hidden not seen

deliver me..
deliver me
deliver me
from evil

rest your head
on my arms
lay your burdens
on me
i yearn for your touch
sensory.. symphony

carry me.
carry me..
carry me...
don't ever let me down.