Superman

His minds's a storm as he opens his eyes
Threadbare soul worn almost through
You can almost see to the other side
Words are his blade may his sword be true

Grits his teeth, Fightin' the good fight
White knuckled fists, Fightin' the good fight
Keep it alive, Fightin' the good fight
Lest his soul be black as the night

Out of bed and into the world
Watch the flock scramble through the maze
Their eyes are open but they're still asleep
Conciousness averted by perpetual daze

Grits his teeth, Fightin' the good fight
White knuckled fists, Fightin' the good fight
Keep it alive, Fightin' the good fight
Lest his soul be black as the night

They come for truth every now and then
Because they wake up from time to time
But for no longer than a New York minute
Euphoric sleep, ignorance sublime

One can't blame them cuz it's in their code, it's part of the animal called hu-man
They fear or they break or they fall asleep when they encounter what they can not understand

Every day he faces the sun
His well of faith is running dry
With rigid arms against his sides
He screams in anger towards the sky

And he's always wondering, wondering why
As he reaches for the sky and
Grits his teeth, Fightin' the good fight
Tears it down, Fightin' the good fight
Nothing left, Fightin' the good fight
And presses on into the night

Untitled

The time will tick, the time will go by
And everything here will whither and die
Everyone here will turn to dust
All our endeavors will rot, crumble, and rust
“Real” is not real and I've said as much
The things that will last are the things we can't touch

Leach

I lay here on this table
this cold table
Taste of metal, bitter
Smell of perfume, sad, forgotten

She stands above me, mask of
ice to conceal broken promises and
shattered dreams
"Please don't forget" I say, "There were happy days.
Don't hate me for what I am, I gave all the love I had and more"

My chest is open and my heart
is bare, worn, a tired thing that ran too much
She doesn't care.
Her arm is at her side and holds a solid instrument,
Steel, as cold as her mask

"Have mercy on it, it only ran for you" I say
She doesn't care.
For her name is pain, she aims to hurt
I hope her arm's aim is as true as that of her sharp words, her mis-directed wraith

"Are you sure it's me you mean to destroy? Not those who hurt you? I only
wanted to love you...we had it once."

A single tear falls when I see the child by her side, the crying child.

Her arm is raised. Cocked for the kill, something in her eye, a flash of
something soft, so far away, she says, "you hurt me. I was so lonely..."

What can I say? I gave all I could, all I had. Still her arm falls,
And I am free.

Nobody

Nobody sees the things I see
No one knows what’s in my head
Nobody knows the blood I bleed
No one’s seen the tears I shed

In this place I am alone
Empty, aching, coldest cold
In body I may be young
In mind I am so very old

Nobody sees the things I see
No one knows what’s in my head
Nobody knows the blood I bleed
No one’s seen the tears I shed

I never got used to this place
Endless confusion, never ceasing
I wonder if I’m supposed to be here
Always looking for a reason

Nobody sees the things I see
No one knows what’s in my head
Nobody knows the blood I bleed
No one’s seen the tears I shed

Someone took me for a ride
I gave and gave and never got
Pain like pain I’d never felt,
burning ice so icy hot

Mercy is a foreign thing
Accustomed now to the hum of pain
Broken heart and sour soul
Left me crying in the rain

Nobody sees the things I see
No one knows what’s in my head
Nobody knows the blood I bleed
No one’s seen the tears I shed

Lift me up now and cry for me
Weakened now, where once was strong
In your ears a sound so faint
Mourning whailes, a dying song

Things I pray you never see,
Pray you never know what’s in my head
Never taste the blood I bleed
And now I’m out of tears to shed.

advice from a listener

it’s easy to talk when you believe everything you say.
talk is all you do, and you believe it all.
so sad, I think, to talk and never hear,
to write but never read.
who learned from never shutting up?
to understand that we don’t know much of anything, that’s Wisdom.
to believe in ourselves too much is to put all that faith in the wrong place,
because we will always fall. Try as we will, we always end up on the ground in the end.
prepare for dissapointment.
we’re all weak,
no shame in it.
Just stand up again.

Last thoughts from a dark place

I woke one day in a dark dark place
I don’t remember going to sleep
I stand up, back and forth I pace
And pray the lord my soul to keep

I don’t remember much at all
I had a name, a job, some friends
I sit there staring at the wall
None of it matters in the end

It’s quiet here, nobody to bother
Loniless, its depths unknown
Solitude was my desire
Loniless, it’s depths now shown

I search and search, nobody here
Finally a place to call my own
But I’m filled with grief, with whom to share it?
Real Heaven is never being alone

Heaven, is this place now my home?

But this is no Heaven, as dark as this?
No I think I wound up somewhere else
If this was heaven I’d be talking with Jesus
Not sitting here all by myself

What did I do? Who did I wrong?
I was nice, didn’t hurt, and I gave to the needy
I even loved my enemies
Doesn’t anyone believe me?

But I remember now, when judgement came
I stood before him, at his throne
He looked at me and said, “I know you not.”
I must have done something he didn’t condone

I search my mind for times I wronged
I feel for the bad things that I felt
There was one I hurt more than any other
My deepest hatred was for myself.

I sold myself short one time too many
Happiness I felt I was unworthy of
I dwelt in all my rage and pity
And I ignored my Father’s love

He died so that I wouldn’t have to
But somewhere, somehow, I forgot
I slowly drove myself to madness
My inner wars, alone I fought

I did not accept the gracious gift
That my precious savior gave to me
I studied, I listened, I prayed the prayers
But in my heart I did not believe

So I’m here now, alone, and so far away
from aynone who cared for me
My eyes are open in this darkest place
But when in hell, one cannot see.

Love’s Bitch

Twisted this way, and twisted that way
If I were plastic I would have broken by now.
How many times was I twisted?
And you wonder why I weakened,
You were the one twisting.
And you knew it, but still you bore your teeth,
You stepped on my neck and pushed, put your
weight on me, pushed harder, used your heel,
waited for a “pop”. You got it after all.
I’ll never understand. How could I understand you
when you couldn’t either? Step on my neck and
tell me, “get up!” at the same time.
You ask too much. Asked. Will not again.
If I can’t be wiser now, then the pain was for nothing.
But I am, and it wasn’t. Armored now, nothing can get it.
Is that what you wanted? Wanted to remake me in your image,
though we were more alike than you ever realized.
I saw it. I saw everything. Chose not to see what I didn’t like.
There’s no greater crime than lying to yourself.
I lost myself in trying to be what I wasn’t, now I’m left
alone to reassemble, maybe build it better than it was.
The bone breaks, heals, and is soft, but becomes stronger
than it was. You broke every part of me.
The tiniest atoms of my soul still tremble when
I dredge up any scene from the cloudy soup of memory.
A horrible sound still echoes through the halls of my mind,
a resounding “crack”, cracked to the core,
a permanent scar made when the hammer fell,
finally. A horrible sound, but somehow sweet, sickly sweet.
Pain and relief in one blow.
Salvation comes from the strangest places, from the strangest things.
The truth set me free.
The truth hurt me.
Pain is the fire that tempers the heart,
Steel.
You broke me, I am weak, but I’m wiser than I was yesterday,
and will be stronger than I was when we began.
Your mistake, not mine.
Gave up too soon.
Patience, a name unknown to you
Shut the door, and now it’s done.
And you will realize, you will know, but it’ll be
too late.

Welcome McCraine to the BUM Rush family, but don't speak to loudly, because the man should have snapped about two years ago. We don't know how Biggs comes across these guys, but McCraine has got a thurst for rage, and you're the brew.

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