The End Of The Show

February 26, 2010
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On my cracked pavement
Is a solace, such a statement
When my teeth grind the street
Taste the tune, swallow the beat

You best believe in this mood
Yeah, I'm peacefully smooth
Laughing in ¾ time
Writing down a ripped rhyme

Calculate every claim
To the back of my brain
With a headache, a pain
Raise a stake with a strain

And resist –

And persist, I won't abuse
My independent option to choose
Keep my lungs clean
And my mind in tune, or so it'll seem

My mind's in tune

Sometimes I feel like radiation
Is my occupation
I'm alienating, I'm confiscating
Your love for me - my only inflation

So I wake up and break the shade
Imagine myself in a labor day parade
Flushing down the serenade
Down the Island...

And I'll erupt!

And resist, persist –

Cause at the eclipse of June
If I'm caught laying in the dunes
Praying stiffly just for noon
Prayers for my age

Will be a rapid change
Not your typical, cynical, vapid deranged
Gradual transition out on the range
Take me to the city
Give me something strange

So I twisted my accordion wrist
Began to resist –

Found myself at an inlet
As the Sun splashed down
As the boys named their hounds
And the cities blamed the towns

But I was in tune
These chords of my life
Rising notes of my day
Caught up in strife, pressured to pay

And I black out!

And I hear stacked shouts
As I ready a steady show
Before silence, before some
Who stop chewing their gum, to listen

Like a baby who's been christened
But if he drowned, who would know?
Not a sound, curtains close
And everybody knows that's the end of the show

Gripping this rope, so lonely
Just to cope, if only
Hanging on while my future's burning
Downward, coward
My stomach's turning

Turning in tune –

I don't want sympathy
My heart is my symphony
Under a rock, electric shock
Magnetic tick tock – my timpani

Under covers, before the moon
I only pray for you
I can't decide when I slide inside
Exactly who I'm praying to
All I know is that my mind's in tune

And in a violet gaze, like Hendrix's haze
I've been left out of freedom's phase
And I whisper
Wishing I could kiss her
Never wanna miss her
Forever I will wish her – happiness

I've been founded, surrounded
On and by believers in giving
But even though we're all alive
Not all of us are living

And after that it's -
Game Over

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Milo! said...
Mar. 11, 2010 at 4:35 pm
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
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