My words screaming afterwards

To learning how to speak...
With only a bleeding sick vocabulary...
Wishing to speak words without terror...
Pushing at the brave words...
Maybe in this life I could show you...
Once I've found those words...
Without any little help to get me in the door...
So that I'm not out time or place...

Different lives in different lives

I should left more than a decade than to be buried tied to a life of the no ones...
Could have jumped off of mountains into bright cities of culture and love. Or it would have be sleeping in cold bricks, warming with whiskey...
Daring to live as if I don't fall here in my home, where I was born, where the looks I get are of the neighbor who doesn't speak...
Nothing has been betrayed in making a life like my fathers, because he never had the money to spoil me into being frivolous with what little we had...
Sitting as a plebian, dreaming of others lives, making sense and terms of this one...

Where i wasnt part of the story

After cutting away a heart full of anger...
And with time the ice melted...
I learned to laugh again...
Seeing how life moves anyways without me...
I can be happy for you and yours...
I always knew you'd make a gentle mother...
Even before you were...
And with all that I wish you well...
I won't follow you towards your path...

Burning someway

As the night riders flash by...
And weekday buzz fades...
Late night silence becomes the only time...
To see the world, only in darkness and sounds...
No voices, no faces, just this time...
Silence that's less unsettling in time...
The darkness is fitting after the warmth is gone...
This is the place of belonging...
The rushing sounds and lingering haze Highlights...
Everything that don't always fit...
That's why in the end of nights this is it...

Like some sins

I'm not allowed to speak or break some sins...
Anything I'm allowed to do is stare and hope that my hands keep clean...
following words of the righteous...
Everything always seems like rain...
Believing things I hear...
Everything I need, everything I need has to keep me slow...
Some of those days I feel off I miss...

against the summer

I remember staying up late summer nights...
waiting for that single light...
a small invitation to the same reclusive mind...
the one where all the same dreams and hopes live...
again and again do they try to reach the top as original...
night after night waiting out the heat of those summers...
avoid the boiling sweat from another drink...
mornings were always worst than the winters...
were the sleep was easy in rainy days...
but summer has the accusing sun that burns some truths out...

For a purpose

For a young man to find his purpose...
Is his goal in life, before he becomes old...
Its not in someone else make to him a purpose...
That purpose should be a reason of his own...
To find it, after years of clawing through dirt...
With a scream hunger for a companion or a guarantee...
When the wandering has found its end...
Home, for the restful will be in that purpose...

What it almost was

When life happened...
Everyone scattered...
What was the waiting for...
Its like this always...
In all the nights whisper songs...
Of horrible silence...
The pairs found how to kill something...

Fighting the wrong

I felt love through gritted teeth...
Always waiting for that dumb sucker punch...
I anticipated that bite of hate for years...
Behind the grin of a bottle...
Always tense, the ending would always be explosive...
That was always enivietable...
Maybe its my nature, maybe its my fate...
But that tension is always held between the teeth...

Highway song

Some kind of american mess...
Always keeping the faith...
Beating out the time for as long as possible...
Hopeing one time to beat the road...
Out of this town, out of this life...
Nothing ever keeps this heart down...
For the price of another day...
And maybe the price of a beer...
Always gotta be coughing this faith to the next day...

Value to the plebs

Feels like I'm always waiting for my generation...
The one that forgets me...
The can't hear anything behind the buzz of acceptance...
I wanna be able to speak as an adult...
No words break outside to them...
So all my money and life is from picking up change...
Because I sounds like some idiotic bum...
Till the next life that values the plebs...

Mothers

Living about being mothers...
To get the mercy she gets...
For the pain and sacrafice...
She has given for her truest loves...
Those that were closer than any man...
The ones held tighter for most of a year...
And for more than their lives...
The ones who believer her before they knew time...
She would die for those ones...
To dive into the hate and pain for they're lives...
Who would give up reaching the end...
Just to see them wake in the morning...
With no weight of the world in their eyes...
Their innocent eyes are the only thing wishes...

The darkness over the shoulder...
Is something like a challenge...
Something to step ahead...
Some fear seems to sealaway the truth..