next era

how much of this shit will i need...
to sharpen my teeth on...
before i bust out the dead ends...
with the six pack friends...
and the same bland days...
when will i be enough to speak...
these cuts biting me from these stools...
keep me awake longer than i'd like...
when does it happen to me...

standing there again

the  mess, the fallen games...
radio muting anything said...
some faith pressing and breathing...
to make it to tomorrow...
there are some words that ease

rockbottom truth

in all the years of coldblooded fate...
nothing has changed from memory...
just that the resolve has hardened...
the resilience has more of a bite...
and the truth is more apathetic...
in it pledge to be to oneself...
and in the years that have past...
there is nothing owed...
to stand aside with a faith that is true...
nothing has broken this life in a lifetime...

The currents and the fake

The pains of optimism...
The bites, the truth...
Some blood will be spilt...
Not to rest as my father...
More beer will flow from truth...
Like an idiot...
This would be some curse...
But sometimes the idiot knows the way...

The wind that doesn't move

The air has been the same...
Nothing has changed to climb up...
All the leaves spin around my feet...
And they don't know it...
I am the heavy ridiculous metaphor...
The simple words that mean nothing..
To step on new ground is a silence...
Everyone sleeps better for it...