The Homeless Man's Fire - V

Perception is not the truth

the truth is the biggest lie

lie down waiting, pretending
to avert the queens strings lit fire

Borrow, my string of fire
the words that strip me of life
the sharp looks
the feeling of being unwanted
relation to the king
affiliation to the queen
the hand that brought me to the king
the shoes that will not come off
borrow it, but please
do not give it back


"Perception is not the truth

the truth is the biggest lie

emotions and distortion

you should have just abort"
I tell myself that
as I look back
time and time again
I wish I did abort

The Homeless Man's Fire - IV

It is supposed to hurt more than the fire

when the king held his sons and smiled

But it felt like another day

wishing to be a kings son

hearing... "You are the queens son"
hearing... "hers only"

but still forcing my way into his heart

pushing, at all cost

trying to get my share

until there was no space left

and my pace reduced

shortage of breath

lack of opportunity

in need of my never grown

backbone

planted in the field

where the rest of me

I have to pay for

this close to calling the devils line

and cashing in on my soul

it is worth billions you know?

It is worth more than this world

The Homeless Man's Fire - I

Finding oneself standing

in a room where everything is wrong

the feeling of not belonging

but hold on to every wall

the ground can shift

to any side

at any time

but you held my hand

and you brought me to the king

poor favors

walking on uncooked rice

with sweaty palms

we are meant to be strong

we fragile things

The Homeless Man's Fire - II

The queen sent sharp eyes

and there was nothing but cold

the breeze, so cold the breeze

you just could not feel it
but numb my fingers, numb my toes
and shivers hit my body
and I felt an earthquake in my lungs...

in my horror I imaging verses

of your beautiful plain sight

confusing

this is confusing

how did you learn to be so good at it?

these emotions

awkwardly trying to grasps

something called love

then

I learned to pretend
with all smiles

The Homeless Man's Fire - III

While I lay under the queens fire

the king turns his head

and I wanted to see tears

from the corner of his eyes

his back is what I feared the most

Turning ghost before the queen

I saw myself lie

trying not to wake from infinite sleep

it was just a memory trip

waking up to a strip of fire on my skin

realizing anything is better than being here
fire burns until it burn no more
and I hardened so that nothing could inflict
except for within me

Hiding behind Bush: All of us

Everyone knows about you

from the cold war kids

to the couch potatoes

the most serious comedy

hiding behind the bush

fools we are

words are just words

but I sit here

with no intent on course of action

just sit dull

under two satellite globe

thinking

someone is got to do something about this

but it couldn't be me

because I voice is not loud enough

my mind is too simple

I have more important things

I can't fight for those who do not want to be fought for

and all the excuses keep me in my chair 

and Bush in his

and the administrative in theirs

and government in theirs

and all men like stoners

sitting day dreaming

What do you stand for?

Standing too strong
paralyzes man
when you are standing
you are not walking
how do you move on?
So I stand not too long
and not too strong
I stand barely so that
when I tire
I do not stand for just anything