TRENCHES

TRENCHES
 
Someone so limp
with fumbling sense
with craters
that hide
My wild being.
I’m being completely Honest
and yes this might very well be a love poem.
or lyrics
or just words that were trapped
in the trenches
of my throat.
But when the lights went out.
I cried.
Tears so enriched
that itched.
and everything far away
rawed my days.
and clawed my face.
And here,
he picks
and lifts me.
Loving me for who I am
and who I’ll become.
That never seemed attainable.
strange woes and irrational lows
that made days slow.
You dig me out
still carrying me off
to something that may very well be
or not.
but in the now
you speak of me
like a Lifted Monument.
how ironic since
I thought I was a suitless, ruthless
bastard
child
The Now has inspired
me.
delighted me.
Thank you
for bringing me back to even
ground.
thank you
thank you
for carrying me around
-Cam Ie

BLACK STAGE

Black Stage
 
cover me in spirits
and glide me up stage.
Rise me from every death
dead
and dying thing in me.
I have lungs
so wishful
and hands
of crystals
and I wish
I cant see
what I know I become.
or what I havent.
how gallant!
riding in with swords
and cords
that only knights hang themselves
or pain themselves with.
I’ll find an antidote for my mediocrity
and vain philosophies … And all of my
rhetoric.
I promise
better shtick.
I’ll entertain purely
for you.
-cam ie

LONG TIME

Long time
Designs
While distances rely on the mind.
Or crime?
And how far will you run?
Silent and mute
At bus corners waiting on
Delayed bus routes.
men and women come
And go.
Groom their offspring
Into black suits.
And they too ridcule.
However miniscule.
But they do wait.
Reacting to this moment
Practicing their homage
Their Fondness
With trickery beneath their honest.
-cam ie

UNIVERSE DEALS

UNIVERSE deals
with vision
and untold tales
where godly folk
choke
on their words
and anything
average
is savage.
So we live by
rules
granted and given
by unseen men.
they gave us 10.
we hang by the noose
and lose
everything we ever knew.
its worse.
we nurse them
we curse them
but abiding
while lying
waiting for the the day we die
so we can kiss our maker
-Cam Ie

IF THE SUN LEADS THE WAY

If the Sun leads the way

and light means everything

in an everything world,

then where does that leave us?

it feeds us in

unfulfiling ways,

and they come with lazy days and beam us away.

And I fought through the labyrinth and

came out alive.

Revived.

Pouring my pockets out.

Scrapping my knees.

I’m dropping health.

And any locket, rockets

or sockets leave me sightless.

Who needs eyes when your righteous?

Or so I thought.

with reverent plots.

Take me to the lake.

I’ll follow the Light.

FIND ME

FIND ME
COME find me.
i’ll wait.
Reservation upheld
out of formality and
dry morality
find me.
where the pieces have
not quite falling.
they’re drawing
and im crawling
against the rigid film
of totality.
or reality.
how we exchange words
so callously.
it doesn’t matter
because we’d only love
easy.
cheaply.
and that doesn’t even matter.
With the wind
this freely
love passing on briefly.
Find me anyway.
no vows
and forever
another word
we’d choose to forget.
cam ie

GUTTED

It all fell out of me.

crowding me. discombobulated.

My emotions are too weak.

too bleak.

and My words cant maintain the pace.

there too meek.

Bring the cows and the sheep.

and a blanket.

throw the wool over the cattle.

The days bring their battles.

Subconsciously i’m consciously

aware every day struggles of

every mans troubles.

I’m Gutted.

Its all out.

I crawled out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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