Twisted Metal
Twisted faith and twisted metal,
Brought us all together.
Shaking breath and a shakey pedal,
Torn apart forever.
Hands and limbs across the sky
Next to broken bones atop a broken heart.
I was always kinda shy.
But tomorrow I’ll be dying.
And tomorrow you’ll be frying,
the heat, the pavement, blood is drying.
And the moth of violence is crying
onward to the light he’s flying.
Who’s to say and whose to blame?
Eternally consumed by shame,
waiting for this endless space
To consume the human race.
But in the meantime I’ll be dying.
In a space so small, I’m trying,
Trying all my best just to fit in
But the space just won’t give in.
9/23/2025
Cannons
A ship must have cannons,
and a flag too.
Built and rebuilt,
from the embraces of the sea.
A ship must have cannons,
and a good crew.
Strong captain at helm,
and cooks making stew.
A ship must have cannons,
and good supplies.
Free from all barons,
safe from demise.
A ship must have cannons,
and a good mission.
Sails on and on,
guided by its vision.
A ship must have cannons,
as well as a compass.
For guidance through storms,
and from being lost in aimlessness.
8/9/2025