Broken Record of Inner Seepage

Carving these inner organs towards a better breath daily
Nonetheless, palpitations, sweat, and fear betroth me
There's a cavity in there eking it's way out some way or another
Sliming it's way through migraines, anxiety and cutaneous bother

Iron armor cannot protect me from the inside
So the numbing drink finds its way at my bedside
A horizon of projects fills the daily mission
Some sort of chaotic remedy to focus my vision

Not sure where to land my two feet
Cut ties, cut projects stick to the beat
Find trees, relax, only fish off the beach
Hazy blue eyes can only attempt what's in reach.

Cranberry eyesight, I fear I am angry
Too much for one lifetime and yet still living paltry
Tragedy usually fuels new growth, exception and beyond
Oh bother, just take this sword and off my hand.

Living with open wounds breeds infection and seepage
My heart, the battle ground of protection from invasion
Throttle me down until I break into weeping rage
Buckle down and stand up and do it all again, another day.

And again, another, day...and again, another day...

Beacon

In the still of this smoky gray morning
There's a strange emptiness around
The one blue shiny glass building
The only faint sprinkle of color abounds

It pricks my eye, as if a beacon
This sense of urgency to perform
Is it one of you? Calling out to me?
I must settle this, once and for all

I have to find a faith
A faith that renders hope
For life here is dwindling
Beyond my horizon's scope

And Now We Cry

As the rain sprinkles down and washes the June

It's as though all hearts of angels are crying too

Show me that we are all bleeding in solidarity

Crying for our loss, never to be healed properly

After four days of ache our bones need cleansing

The summer streets washed from the pain of heating

We a city, a family of great strength and honor

Must hold hands to step forth as we endure another lost soldier