0248pm.06.26.2013

If I've said it once
I guess the words didn't transmit
My warnings unheeded
But you're not digging MY pit
Seems no sense in stopping
Until you've had your fill
Which is why I'm at your door
Cheering on this debacle
Not my head served up
Nor me behind the grassy knoll
No, that's me outside the morgue
Cheering on your funeral
Not me past the finish line
Not me leaving with words unsaid
But I am outside the cemetary
Cheering on the dead

1250am.06.28.2013

i heard you on the radio tonight

0202p.06.24.2013

i know that you're a warrior
so hear that this burden i bear
is a new war to fill your days
i bring enemies and obstacles
and the death of apathy

...what next?

your peace misread as boredom
all follies surely by the grace of god
were meant to play out their own way
and with no regard for our pleas
the days march by unchecked

...what's left?

voices replace older voices
as tones and timbres are forgot
beaneath the ashes of all else burned
and though i would not dare to guess at her sound
i could swear i heard her on the radio just now

...what's that?

0212p.