Standstill

You caught the cradle when it was falling.
You hurried faster when I was calling.
You wrapped the bandage when I was bleeding.
You kissed my bruises when they needed healing.
My careless days are far from over.
I'm still drunk, and you're still sober,
Sober to the bone,
So learn to let me go.

"How could I let go of something so beautiful?
I think you should know that I can't do this on my own."
I'll stop trying, you'll stop caring.
Call me blind, but I'm still staring at the kid I know,
The kid I know who'll never grow.

I'm not the hero. I'm not the villain.
I'm just a criminal who's only stealin'
All your time and all your pride.
All the things that you call mine
Are buried down below,
So learn to let me go.

"How could I let go of something so beautiful?
I think you should know that I can't do this on my own."
I'll stop trying, you'll stop caring.
Call me blind, but I'm still staring at the kid I know,
The kid I know who'll never grow.

- afm

The Alex Show - Episode 68

Life is so short. I wonder how much of it I've wasted reminding myself this.

third is the one with the hairy chest

I was taught to be second to none, but they say first is the worst.
Take the wheel and drive, son. They gave me keys to a hearse.
In this day in age, it's not about the money you make,
Or the people you touch or the lives that you save,
But how many likes you get on your pictures, so that's why I figure
I'll apply the same idea to my grave.
No sons to list, not husband or mister.
No "he'll be dearly missed," no passage, no scripture.
Just a blown up selfie of me flippin' my finger while grabbin' my dick
Turned half way around so you can plant one on my kisser.
Speaking of plants and of birds,
I'd much rather prefer no place for the flowers to grow or the wallowers to sit.
Instead, do me a favor. On every able acre replace that space with a canister for the haters to spit.
Or you can light a candle and burn it from both angles,
Hold it still as it burns you and try to test your limits.
Once you can't take it any longer,
Let the flames wander and engulf the cemetery and every body buried in it.
Now, that's a candlelight vigil. No need to keep it simple.
You didn't need to bother, but you did. I feel honored.
Bless the son, the holy ghost, and most of all, bless my father.
Turn around and you'll discover my whole death was but a hoax.
"Th-th-th-that's all, folks," as I appear from Heaven's foyer.
I hope you have enjoyed yourselves. You've been Tom Sawyer'd.

Seeds

Seeding. Seated. Wilted. Weeding. Rip the vineyard. Blistered. Bleeding. Bleeding. Blistered. Filtered. Feeding. Heed the figures. From their reaping. Tenured. Fixtures. Fixated breathing. Every breath will keep you feeding. On the death. Of all those sleeping. Seeded. Sitting. Fear thy reaping.

The Fall

The fall. The jacket fell. Not me. Not spiraling. But a straight plummet. To the salted floor. Patches. Footprints. But leave the fingers out. Not a trace. Not a taste. Leave the senses out. Filed out. Filled out. Spilled out. On the floor. Seeping into the wooden grain. Fill the frame. Till you're nothing more. Than sodded soot. Run afoot. By the foot. By the grain. Do you refrain. From what they took. You mistook. The curator. As a vile crook. All the while they defiled the robber's hand. Shaking hands. Forgotten lands. Apprehend the foreign man. Cast him out. Then let him in. Once the bastard. Now a leader. Of the clan. Torch your kin. Marbled plaster. Shape the sand. Tiny stones. Of broken bones. Now the master. Claim your throne. Take a stand. Take a seat. Rub your hands. And rest your feet. On the frontlines. On repeat. Set the landmines. Then retreat. To the forest. To the leaves. That once fell. In the sprawl. In the winter. In the fall.