Nomad-Flow

I saw yesterday in a dream. Hateful scheming and dollar grasping bullshit Maybe they're as evil as they seem Or maybe I'm just not cut out for it The cutthroat, backstab, think sharp and keen "Bad luck on a good day" manner of quit risk I saw yesterday in a dream...

Hello Out there... Can you hear me? I know I'm loud enough, but can you really... Hear me? I've called out for so long... Some people have called back, But we never keep in touch This hole is just so deep... Some have reached down But I don't reach back up I will stay here. Down in my hole. I just want you to know I am down here. ...Goodbye...

Warm sun, Cold grass, Back yard as big as I could dream. Soft tar, Calm shade, Friendly leaves Alive and real. Scraped knees, Bike skids, The present tense of everything. Stars above, The ground below, A place within ...

I am not afraid of the walls closing in They bore down on me years ago The rain and the wind and the leaves All pressed away I sit here trembling with silent tears Afraid that the walls will give out And fall to rubble beneath me All compressed dust What if there is no more rain and leaves? What if there is only cold and barren I am no man at all in the face of this All crushed and misshapen There is no shining star tonight My heart is cold and frightened I hear only my hands over my ears All pressed away Please walls Oh great prison Hold

In my system They take my mind away from me I’m baking up the moonlight Or the tv screen is baking me You shoot yours in your arm I used to smoke mine Some choke on lines But now I just inhale my crimes Swallow the chemical swirls Missing the exhale The way it flows in circles In the streetlight corner lifting trails I know my habits I’m still gonna have it Turn on the mumble rap Vibe like surfing through static I never pretended to feel it I know the existence is fleeting These words are all secret and blatant The patient is fleeing the medical treatment The drunk aint afraid that the bottle will kill him He fears most of all the bottle will empty Spent my last bills on a soda

The trains still move The grass still grows The planets do their dancing In the darkness of the sun My eyes have not been opened My legs have frozen still As I hide down here in silence Scared to run

I tremble for your hand I’m a mass of flesh and nerves The warmth of love and life The breaths that I once heard To feel your peaceful touch Upon my chin and cheek A whisper of an autumn day Of cameras on the beach And one day things were ok I’m sure they will be soon But for now I hope and pray And howl up at the moon For the day I see your face again My knees can barely stand To end my time alone here And hold your tender hand

The fire is out The low glow Throw another log Another page Turns black, no blaze Ashes collect Even the smoke stalls Only one charred piece still harbors me Misshapen and black Like the last of the dying A prayer in the mist A home for the fire A place where the warmth still blows Where the light still glows Where the passion for life in emotions Grows And grows As the wind picks up Three idiots singing In a rusty old pickup It grows The ashes scatter An old CD With a track called "Shattered" And grows A flash from a crack The Desert Man returns And there's no going back It grows Combustion takes Dark wet streets In the city or the lakes And grows Throw sawdust, quick Strings ring out Find words, find pick It grows Kindling and a fresh log A hand on skin Finds ground in the fog And the fire burns The fire burns I love you like the melody Of a song that I've earned And the fire burns The night, it burns Revealing the trees And the lotus And me

Love hurts Maybe thats the point Love means feeling something

Yea It sucks Understatement of the century, right Sometimes it overwhelms me Short circuit, fried, closing in And the sky falls Today I saw the sky It looked safe and vibrant Yea It still sucks Of course it does Anyone would suffer But today I can breathe And hope reigns