Tired, neutered and flat

Drowsy, battered and crap

Scatered, ears ringing and wondering

where did my weekend go?

Gigged out

Spat out and hurt

Load-in, set up in dirt

Sound checked, rain and disturbed

Darkness, smokey and curt

Irritable, sweaty of course

Days lost to the night

Hungry, beyond "alright?"

Midnight arrives

Still loading out in drove...

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Lay your weary head down to rest
Don't be so hard on your haunted heart
Soothe your unsettled soul
Breathe deeply and exhale with easy 
Release the tension from anxious bones 
Quiet the anxious torment from your conscience
Allow your mind to slip away into the little death of a night's sleep
So once again in the morning you resurrect and rise anew 

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Walking through summer snow, where who knows, wind just blows, on my way
I stray off, run amuck, find myself stuck until tide lifts me, bereft of care
Caught in my own snares, all these damn tires are patched up spares
Movements at night with silence scared, no one dared to ask why, prepare yourself to die
Tears cried over nothing's things, compressed piss between mattress springs
Life wields...

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He was generous he was sweet
He fed us well, we were meat

Yet somehow as others hobbled towards his call
To feed, to fatten, to round, to fall

I saw myself getting sick and more frail
I felt death near, I felt pale

I saw the colors of existence washing away like dirt in a shower
I saw Him as he was, generous with the meat yet not generous with His power

Thus this was the cu...

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She is tired. She does get tired.

She is tired of pretending to be strong. Like things were always all right. She is tired of being left alone. She has this friend inside. This voice in her head keeps on yelling that she’s stupid, worthless, and pathetic. Darkness loves her so much that he clothed her with fear and anxiety.

At night while she sleeps, he comes like a robber then takes her hap...

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Head In Hands

when I bring my hands

to my face

the heels fit precisely

into the sockets of my eyes…

my thumbs circle my temples

but do not soothe or ease the pain…

each of my fingers press

against the bony ridge of forehead…

kneading, coaxing,

pleading for relief…

the insides of each hand

pinch against the aqualine

contours of my nose...

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