RMC

Brevity billows upon stars,
explosions in the sky ask why
there’s circumference bizarre?
There are tortured lives belied.

Numb asssume do the fumes
that I’m ready for my flight
so they take me away to fume
and burn out an ill fated night.

Born from the womb pain
assuages and a smile is born
thats worn and adorned in storms;
the innocent we are torn.

Explain the ways of a cruel heart,
Lord divide, conquer and depart
this hallowed ground my part
of this mystery is part of my art.

I see your angle tangle many away,
I see tomorrow may never come my way
because promises aren’t made when we pray
for the pain to go away.

Bury me against the grain and nowhere here,
in this tangled atmosphere.
Just take me to my grandmother’s side
somewhere in her sheening sphere.

Where God blessed me with
love so beautiful and so swift
a dose of reality the bottle I don’t lift
anymore for my kicks.

Every night is a torture
and every morning a rebirth
from the memory of her
I’ll let go for more mirth.

Life is strife and the knife is life,
twisting reeds and roaring steeds
have bore a path to make less strife
to find a direction clear for needs.