neilsthepoet blog: June 2005

Monday, June 13, 2005

Rail on my brothers

Rail into the night my brothers

Let us bring this primal thing
Down to the ground
Let them hear our howling
Wailing guttural sounds

And if they can't hack it then they
Can run away from the moon and stars
Run away from those
Who do not blink twice at battle scars

Rail on my brothers

Let the blood boil pound
And radiate out our heat
Let us circle this fire with hearts
That know how to keep their own beats

12:32 pm

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Mud Runs

Mud runs

Life might not be all flat track circular motion
Life might not be only a smooth pavement run
Life might be a run down along train tracks
Across some ditches and through some weeds in the sun

Because life might rain on you unmercifully
And you got to carry on soakin wet through and through
Yeah dig like life may not be dishin out neat controlled tests
When you step up to see what you can do

Do you double tie your boot laces
Do you learn to stomp the mud off and drive on
Yeah what do you do when it's not all nylon shorts
Blue skys suburbun streets and neatly mowed lawns

How do you handle it then when the brush is grabbin you
When the dirt clods nearly dump you on the ground

You got enough to gut through with a sweat soaked view
You still got enough to keep

Pick'm up and lay'm down

3:29 am
transcribed this time
3:46 am

Thursday, June 02, 2005

A witches due

A witches due

Somebody should have drug the skank down the stairs
Screaming for her life as her ankles and wrists broke
Somebody should have thrown her in the trunk unconscious
To wake up chained in some dark basement as a joke

Somebody should have fed her tainted and rotten food
Till she threw her guts up after she ate
Somebody should have cued this clueless one in to
Just how deep the real world can create its own hate

Oh yeah

Somebody should have put an ancient curse on this
Petty self pity queen of what she can only imagine

Is the mean scene

She has not seen the slithering in the dark
She has seen not the rage marked dark and evil one
She only knows what she wants and how
She plans on throwing her prissy sissy fits if it's not done

No damnation has she witnessed
No suffering beyond the human pale to bear
All she knows is she must continue in the venue
Of the endless circle she is in if she is to be anywhere

Or her own fear will eat her alive
She dares not ever admit that it exists
Much less do what ever is humbly necessary
For her soul to recover enough to resist

It all seems so needlessly harsh and scathing
Till you see the innocence of a child
Who has been sacrificed before the rantings
Of such a one who can turn honey to bile

It all seems cruel and one might say inhuman
Till you’ve experienced what tolerating such a one can do
Till you have seen what is wrought from befouled brew
Very few know how to steel the nerves enough to deliver

What a witch is truly due

12:44 am
again on a legal note of disclaimer
no real harm is meant toward any specific person
or group of people..