To Heaven, Hell and Back
Pain has many forms
From weapons to
Sharp, edgy women
Both will kill you
Just as fast
As you let them
And you will let them
Dig deep into your flesh
You been here before
Forget about the rest
This knife is different
My heart is black
My blood flows down to
The basement
To heaven, hell and back
The Christians Are Just As Off As The Tweekers
Is this town full of homeless
Drug addicts and born again Christians?
No one wants to admit fear
Fucking and fighting
Drinking and smoking
Praying and fasting
The Christians are just as off
As the tweekers
A dirty, bearded homeless man
Speaks to me even though I have earphones on
He hangs out at the bus stop everyday
This drunk has a successful son
That lives in Hicktown, Tennessee
Complete with grandchildren, guns and money
His son asks him to come south to the family
The homeless gentleman declines
Because he has a good life, right here
He has his sleeping bag and his backpack
Everything a man needs at his fingertips
Living bus stop to bus stop
With no worries
He doesn’t have a wife constantly asking,
“Where the fuck have you been?”
Everyday I get on this bus
It’s a goddamn freak parade with
A few Mexicans and me rolled up inside
What will be here, in but, a few?
Idiot’s words and phrases I once knew-
Because passion slips from my fingertips
Like bullshit flows from hypocrites
Finding love like finding drugs
Only one comes without the thugs
Camel lights, put down the lights
And drink with me tonight
Dream far away, we can only pray
Good times will come once more
My creativity seems to have been buried. Is it because I have nothing left to say that is worth two shits? Or because I have surrendered to Groundhog Days and nights? Dig Josh, dig. I know there are some shiny bones down there somewhere. And when the light from a full supermoon hits them just right you can see all the way into the peace of the next day.
