Scribbling in the darkness
Deep into the nite.
Words trying to escape my mind
Flood out into the light.
The sound of the pen against the paper
Breaks the silence in the nite.
In my mind I see the countless scribbles
of countless writers with my plight.
I don’t know where the words come from.
My fingers just want to run.
Like a wolf running with the pack.
I just got to get out in front.
I can’t write fast enough to get it out.
Time is so short each day.
Each moment could be so many possibilities.
You can choose any one you want.
don’t make sense I don’t want any.
I know I’m sloppy
but it ain’t for not trying
I have too many notes inside that I have to get out,
And I ain’t got too much time
So close together but still you’re not with me
The silence can be deafening and my days fly by
I feel my time is short,I know my days are few
I sit alone at night and stare into the silence
Loneliness and I have always been the very best of friends.
No one will hear me if I cry in the end.
We could never talk about what we really need
No one can ever be prepared For what you turn out to be
I bleed into my work traces of my soul
You stare into the chaos that I don’t want to know
Just phantoms left of who we used to be
We never touch and it breaks my heart
To think you don’t want me
Children
December 19, 2012
I remember when mom was beautiful
and daddy was just as mean.
He beat her with a chair in the kitchen
on Christmas eve.
Me and my baby brother,
we got right in the way.
We said daddy your not gonna
beat on mommy no more today.
When it all comes down to it
And you see the later days
Only one thing really matters anymore
Just how smart can you be
When it starts changing all around you
Can you make your way out
When there are strangers all around you.
Even if you can’t find the door.
We are what we are
I am what I am
You are who you are
Yet we are the same
Seems like all my words come from the darkness
Yet I keep searching for the light
I Feel the warm wind on my face
I can hear the earth in flight
I could reach out and touch the moon
While the sun is chasing me around
In the quite darkness I find home
and I’m still searching for that sound
Let the moon light find me
Let the music play
Beat the drums
Let it shake the ground
Till love comes back to stay.
Then we will fly like birds in the sky
We will run till the morning comes
Then we will play all the songs undone
In the early morning mist
we will find true love in a kiss
Taken from the forest to the desert land
lying face down in the sand I thought I was dreaming.
White man wants the gold, the oldest story ever told.
An in the end my people would die.
Son don’t ever trust a white man
He’ll burn you home and take your land
He will leave you face down in the desert to die.
On May 28, 1830 the Indian Removal Act
was signed into law by President Andrew Jackson.
I could just drop at any second,
Cause I’m living right on the limit.
Got to stand up and keep movin on.
This world a lot of angry got to crack a smile
It Ain’t no matter what they do or what they say
My life happens anyway so just as long as I am standing
I’m going to stay up late and rock it all night long.