Monthly Archives: May 2012

Scars

I cut my thumb with a Coke can
Healed with a dash of salt, dash of sand
I didn’t cry, weep or squeal
Didn’t rape or kill or steal
Talking to God, I’d make a plan
To make that pain not come again

In the winter, ice grows cold
It’d melt if it knew the things I know
Boil or break, maybe mold
Then the pain starts to grow
Scars of my forgotten childhood
Talking to God, I’d make a plan. I would.

Then the summer passes by
Driving off, Mother cries
In your thumb, a slow twinkle
In a bar, you start to mingle
Cold and tired, maybe damp
Caress the flesh of a vamp

Then the summer passes by
Driving off, your wife cries
I didn’t cry, weep or squeal
Hope that Jesus takes the wheel

Scars of my forgotten childhood
Talking to God, I’d make a plan
I would.

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An Empire

The emperor of nothing
Holds power over all
You’ll see his rise
And you’ll be his fall

The emperor of nothing
Wields arms as he may
Leads fortune to gallows
And good men astray

The emperor of nothing
Lays his side with the rats
Leaves babies in coffins
Leaves brewers in vats

The empire of nowhere
Spans to and fro
Resides in the trails
Where no man must go

The empire of nowhere
A wasteland, a sewer
The empire of nowhere
A ruby, a jewel

The empire of nowhere
This empire debate
So be its pride
So, seals its fate.