To Walk

Trudging along in black pants
These men they looked morose
A curve for a back
And a brick on their minds
Smiling a fake
And smelling a stench

Their days went by
And one day soon
Sunlight left for another clime
Gray was all
And burdens were a part

I heard murmurs of mindless monotony
I saw dark faces drinking dark spirits
I have seen the future
Therefore I walk
To my own land
To failure on my terms
For I remember what I thought
When I stepped on this earth
To walk is to live.

Long

It has been a while since I have felt a smile a breath away from my face
The absence of a touch hurts me today
The melodies and my blanket keep me company well
But it is at times nigh hollow
For it is precious to be affectioned
And rarer still to be affectionate then
An unwashed feeling engulfs me now
And all that can make me warm
Are soft eyes looking at me

Archery

You should hunch on the bark above your head
And wait for the sure-footed pirate
She who conquered a small pie
Of the freedom that was humanity

Come with me you leech
May be you can shout down at her
Sure, her skirt gives you other thoughts
But look at how you're positioned lad

You ought to be scared
May be you should kill

A full circle

For I lay there
Gasping at the sights
A wild rumble woke me up
From my dark runnings

I fought another way
Through a patch of strewn wood
Hoping to find a strong foot
I remember the curve across my face then
Glorious it was

A sway and a stagger
Sand beneath my feet
A bottle in my hand
And eye-liner beneath my eyes
A freed soul
And a lighter weight

I looked at people differently
And the fragrance of the pollution was nauseating
Chilling and soothing
I had found myself again
It had been long old friend
Welcome back

Leaving Home

To escape one's home is dreaded
So much so that it is unthinkable
And often
Nay, more than often
The same building goes down and comes up before our eyes
Never known what could have been there
The fear of the new is paralysis
Leaving our homes is first nature
Tied we are for now
But we will leave one soon day
I can never sit without cussing mosquitoes
Or the heat
Or the humidity
Or the crowds
Or the police
Let me be
I want to leave your embrace

Analysis

I hold a glass in my hand
Magnifying each view
The creatures scurry about
Listening to wild sounds which are rather soft
The glass shakes in my hand as I try to keep it still
The voices grow louder
And more inconsequential
I turn my focus now
Chomping at the face
Firm belief and brilliant common sense
Eludes them for now
The voices drown down now
They have nothing left to say
Alone in their minds
But they try to escape it
With fake passes of time
Unable to choose
Anything