You’re not really a rebel, are you?
With your skull tattoos and lost soul vibe.
You sit on a bike that you can’t ride
You smoke pot all the time so you can’t drive.
You walk with a swagger but have no sway
Your ridiculous stories give you away
Your ‘live in the moment’ constant retort
Although you really do nothing of the sort.
You like heavy-metal fine.. ok
You over insist that you’re not ‘gay’
You’re mean though
I’ll give you that.
Shut me out of life
Make me feel like a twat.
You’re a rebel without a reason
I committed no crime or treason.
I wanted you and that was all
Your worst crime was to pretend to fall
You’re full of crap and rather crass
You’re really not a good.. bad-ass.
You are tied to me at just the tip
While you wave in the sky
The root of you is always with me
So flow in the wind
Because in the end you won’t fly away.
You won’t split
You will stay.
Your glycerin love washes over me
I’m in a lather
A right palava
Soaked to the bone with your sudsy desire
Wet but no fire.
I’m bubbling at the skin
Living in soapy sin.
You slip and slide
Giving me hope
Soap on a rope
But with every rub and scrub
Every wallow and soak
And I’m mostly good ..mostly kind
But with you and because of you
I have dabbled in bold
Submerged my clean slate in mud
Oh but for those moments of bliss and shakes
Will I spend eternity with the snakes?
And if I believe in God will She forgive me?
Why should She though?
I knew it was wrong.
But She gave me these earthly wants
I mean She pushed us together didn’t She?
And who did we really harm?
Is that the point?
Better the devil you know
But she doesn’t know.
She doesn’t know.
And nobody mourned her death
Except for a single white rose that bobbed in the wind
And from the corner of my eye reminded me of her return in the morning
Soft and cautious on the gravel
Her miaow catching the wind
Her little soul my only companion on many a rainy day.
Can I be kinder to myself this time ?
Not go looking for cotton in a cement wall
Please don’t let one word,undo me again.
I have to be brick this time.
I don’t need a wolf at my door to tell me he can blow me down.
Don’t let me read into it all
Because I do, you know.
I think that it means something.
That the universe is pushing us together
But maybe it’s just testing my new home.
Maybe it’s the final test
Before I put you to rest
The final howl
The final growl
When you were wolf
And I was moon.
“Tease the light.” He said
Let it in but not to stay.
Allow its brightness, momentary rest in your eyes.
Too long and you will turn blind.
Too long and it will burn the irises of your soul.
“Tease the light” he said.
It comes from a million miles away
To brighten up your day.
But there are black holes out there and if you stare too long into space.
They’ll eat up your face.