Sky Gyrate

A Boy With Roses

It came out of the blue like an in grown tooth

Came together like a thatched roof

Fugitive on the loose

A geek reading a book, hydrated with juice

Dipped my spoon back into the soup

Suicidal with a noose

Believing every falsehood

I've went and drowned out the world

Numbed the pain, actor in a costume

My eyes are glued to the silver screen

Watching the secular, gawky movements

In this present moment I am mute

Much like a scarecrow

 

At the end of the rainbow

I've lived many lives

This one is hare-brained, for sure

I am my own worst enemy

Ready to plunge and slice through life

I'm ice cold on my throne

Gazing into the long unknown

Like an insider, I see blue colours

Summer weather, stonewashed commoners

Making a departure like an aura

When the juncture is over I will sing

Momentous advice

Songs from my ornate mind

I'm frozen in time

 

Ruminating about 2009                                                                                                           

I've dressed the truth in argot                                                                                                         

Faced my karma, faced the dregs                                                                                     

Since my dreams expired                                                                                     

I've been keeping my head low                                                                            

Been put on the blacklist                                                                                                                                   

Made threats, broke promises                                                                                                         

I need it, want it, crave it, can't live                                                                                     

Can't live without it                                                                                                           

Don't know if it was worth it                                                                                                 

Head on the pillow, laid on the mattress                                                                               

In a fantasy                                                                                                                                     

I ran from the numerous voices                                                                                       

Down the bridle path                                                                                                           

The keepsake brings back memories                                                                                       

They twirl like spaghetti                                                                                               

Sparks flying in a factory                                                                                                         

I'm a broken machine.
 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 6th, 2020 12:57
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