Father, it weighs heavy on me
The numbness of this world
My soul is caught twixt earth and stone;
I’m not sure who I’m supposed to be.
I write, but no one cares to read
I call, but there is no answering
Someday I may settle this flighty breeze
But for now…
each current pulls silently.
I no longer crave the Roma-life
I want an end to my internal strife
I don’t want new colors, or feelings, or fear
I want something solid and safe, and real
I’m tired of thrills, of feeling these highs
The lows with which they are tangled are not worth the skies
I’m sick of the endless shrieking in my mind
I don’t want to be homeless, I want someone to
stop letting me wander. Give me a home. I’m tired of sorrow, the tragic-alone
Please someone convince me I’m sane
The world grows in volume
if I …….. this path I’ll be …. anyway
Stumbled blocks, mumbled rocks, marking the path with the walk.
Crumbling codes of fire and road, we struggle to know when we’re near.
The tracks just go on without end, my dear.
Yes, I love to gypsy-roam
And trod the paths all far/from/home,
But my heartbeat trails behind.
It lags and leaves me sighing
I’m missing and wonder why-ing.
I long to end my flying
In the comfort of my own…
I hope I make it home.
i had to step through the looking-glass,
the hoops and the spinning chimes.
i had to curl up and close my eyes,
allowing the thieves all my time.
i had to give in to the burdening blades
the heaviest sunrise, the blood-sky most stained.
i had to relinquish the storm in my heart, or
my killers would never depart.
what does my heart detest, this
whirling, weeping mess?
I feel the sleep-chalk draw its lines
the crumbling towers, cursed vines
my time is almost done.
I can’t continue to run.
we whisper to the nights when we
have any need to spill our dreams
the coinage drains, it coughs and stains
each numbing-thought deserved.
I don’t know why my soul is tired but my eyes crave seeing the world