The Rumble
Flesh present, but my mind...
Lost for about a while
Absent on its own
Mindless
State of consciousness, timeless
Defenseless
Convinced that
If I give up now, circumstances won't turn pitiless
Pit and the pendulum
Cuban raw cigar and dark rum as my confidante
Sitting in Harlem, smoking on renaissance
Worn wooded floor, with tap shoes
Controlled by puppet strings, powered by Voodoo
Weakness rules
I dance for acceptance
And they throw defiance at me
Clown act, with circus mind set
Performing at carnival set back
But truth is, I can't go back
To return to nothing in the past
Only to be a mockery of it the present?
The world grows cold cold and colder
I got older and went to chase flickers
No sleep no sleep
No time no time
to lose these fading pictures
If this is my timeline
It's mine mine, my lifeline
Let me live it
Distant flickering
The island bar in the dining room of a pool house
With washed wood glowed Maroon
As the candle light from the moon
Touches my face to reveal the malice forming at my lips
Teeth scrapping with regret
But truth is...
Many days have gone pass
And still here I sit...
And wishing wont put food on the table
So can a barrow a few happy memories so I can stable
Fabless
Lying to stress
Saying
I wont hang myself
With the cables to the phone that
I pick up
Dial tone
I hang on my perception
And every time I try to say something
I lose connection
--Courtney Akers
BONEZ
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