Pay later

Curiosity humms a tune to dull precaution
Your lust of the unknown an untamed horse
The eyes of approval can never be blinded
while still in the salesman's skull a light

Get yourself lost for a decade one long mixed emotion
The barman's blank expression when you spill the cocktail on purpose
wake up and the ice has melted, though stains and bruises remain
from grinning frowning yesterday

Back up on that tall barstool tonight
Car a short walk siren red and blue light
Take a sip, just a week, and let the breeze
through it's uncanny whispers speak

Now on the sand
drink in hand
Lips utter pulp provoking the near drunk to war
shakes like a martini and pumps the sewage raw

Oh the glass is empty
the soiled hotel room amok
No whisper on the breeze
astounded at the bill where someone had chucked up

The numbers of hours and years
the murky contents of your cup
This one cost is more than enough
To drive you bankrupt

If the sea was death

If the sea was death
angry and fresh
swelling and digesting
lapping the land with tongue like hands

birth was a city
And life the fickle path toward the sand
Crowds reckless and bland
pick a face to fit

If the mountain was your one true purpose under snow
As blizzards of youth wrapping the little they know
Just above a pinewood cabin dimly lit by your comfort zone
The hungry bushcat starved of risk, not faring on it's own

If the forest was your routine
ever arriving at similar bark and low hanging leaves
The hunter moving silently toward the prey
The esoteric shape of the beads of blood spray

If the sea was death
fear on a wave's crest
enormous expanse
swelling with souls
Digesting them with tongues like hands

Surviving the viper

When half of you has been washed away
Yet it´s growing back faster than algae
See your stage smirk get heavier this night
Yet your forehead lightens

Play those cords like your neck veins and laughter
play that new notion of spirit like fresh pasta

When you were almost put down by your inner storms
and over restrictive  acidic norms
Faith in those blessed guitar fingers
and cutting out those day long benders and binges

Depp glances on you an ounce of envy
Phoenix hovers over your notes gently

You forced open the door to high up
breaching the clouds and torrential dogma
Inviting our hearts to sample this new spice
so that our blood and spirit would venture toward the light

Frusciante Prophet

He balances himself running on the wheel
either side is a fall hundreds of meters
Many rotations before death
God at the lever where the wool
is converted into a line

Round you run
watching us fall
January pines invalid and dry
you the irreplaceable ornaments
your words the closest

the closest

And in a world where sacred is forgotten daily
here you come a riff and melody to remind us all again
worthless being spun into gold by you
as you run the wheel to renew us
Like you said our currency is the same
even in the different shades of this foolish game

Big box churches couldn't give us one fruitful word
You gave us a plantation sentence and inspired a spark of god within
My heart thankful

Betrayed by comfort

Chin fell hard
I was the only one who told
that you had given up early
you chose to fold

Question marks around your neck
eyes to the floor
we had a life planned out
we thought you might want more

Their weaving and knitting
society's quilt

We will give you everything
it may leave you with nothing
your ears deaf to god
your bed calling you, calling you

The hard cold floor is no comfort
but a friend's arm makes it paradise
a beautiful sofa lulls you to sleep
to continue loneliness in nightmares

Not one tear in vain
Love is present

Be there when life replays

Reach back and shake hands
For he is ever shy and terrified
Life this angry tiger

Calm him as life replays
speak to him when he has abandoned himself
When he in misunderstanding has forsaken his own world

Hug him as he bleeds over those cruel years
Tell him he can still live
That greatness hides in him
Like the same tiger he sees staring him down every dawn

Hold his hand
and never leave him
For he is alone with a hundred demons

Feed him and sustain him
forgive him and arrange him

Show him his image in the mirror
The kind and noble wolf

Frankenstein Scott

I have never met a taunter so passionate
what pin prick of envy sends your tongue awry though?
That it would need to cut me down so?
What need of you is there to see me hurt?

I have never heard an offender as enthusiastic as you
Spinning words of derision with your mouth as if it a loom
Implying my destiny be marred and tied to doom
I've identified you within the herd

taught to assassinate with your words
and scarred at some stage, a lamb by the branding iron
vomiting by the pain beside your family
No empathy in their eyes

A willing sadism that flows through you now
like power through a sorcerer
yet I went back to the past and analyzed your shadow
your shallow spells and popular quips

I measured your short shrinking soul Scott
You became your words each one a mutant in the herd
You were and have ever been the Frankenstein
You were my loyal hater at any rate

And my forgiveness is like cyanide, though I will it to heal you

No blanket

The bunks and collective goals
No space for an unknowner, butchered foal
No mercy or forgiveness, just numbing
Not a chance for the clumsy

Framers and conventions's animals scratch
believing them some form of vanguard in each match
pretending some unique new force and not an old layer of skin
Chewing their insults into us, we mere sins

I was rewarded a million times for my lack of performance
lack of courage and strangeness, puberty trance

Children listen
For as thoughts turn against you like injured ferrets
you will be stuck, lonely and desperate
and none may save you, they see you lame
stopping only briefly to observe your pain

No blanket will warm you
and the collective school energy will scorn you
You, child
The unknown living confusion and being torn

Seek only goodness
Despite their rotten evil
Never conform to any group
No collective piss pot will ever define you