Tag: Father

Mal Voix

I don’t deserve delicious
Self deprecating wishes
I don’t deserve the moon
The sun can turn its face too
I found my father’s touch
Of gloom in my veins
Residuals of pain remanufactured
In me the stress of eternity

Stretching to be better than
The very best of good
I cry to laugh instead of
Remembering the cruel
Cool, cool, cool

Do other humans
Scold themselves or
Overthink to the hilt of difficult
What if you are truly someone
And you still feel like no one

Make champion to the disdain
Exonerate my guilt
The given displeasure of
A childhood I didn’t request
Feel the love spilt over the ground
Of a father who also forgot
About his sons
Drowning in themselves
Or rivers that pull us under
His best whatever that is

I don’t deserve deliciousness
If I am his I am at best nothingness
Like hugs and affection and
Kisses and pardons and wishes
Granted by the sea I am the
User my mama said I am
Ungrateful my father said the
Sky is darker than it was the
Day before there is no lawyer
For self inflicted discontented
Polydactyl internalized sewer like
Sores of contradiction

To be truly honest
The vulnerability forces its way
To the top but at what cost
Broken glass against the skin
Or walk with wounds from
Deep within we carry on…

© GÄ

Échafauder

Ill ne baba je I kept repeating
What’s wrong with your father
When everything makes you sick
You see the weakest dog in the pack
Being attacked you want to protect
Them like other dogs may want to rescue
The weakest one stays calm so
They do not hurt him and the crazy
Lady of the neighborhood should be
The one who is protecting her own
But she cannot even protect herself
From the man she has bedded down
With because he is the one who enslaves her
But her story was a great one once she
Is actually an inspiration and an angel
And her life went a different direction
So the rejected become again we too
Were also amazing and then we are
Discarded doves lain on the wayside
Even to ourselves and we must remind
Our inner guide to kick ourselves up
To get out of the sewer that rips the gold
Of life out of your gut that makes you ill
Ill ne baba je she said, very interesting
Everything makes you sick?
The woman repeated at the table
And the broken records still can play
They don’t have to be perfect
They can still make music but you want
To throw them away as your eyes lose the light
Like the light in the eyes of a child
When we are most tired exhausted spirits
We still have to fight to be good
It’s like eating fire even when you don’t
Want to feel good to remember
He’s not going to go
Do you protect the father you don’t know?
So what is your father?
How do you know if you are good
When you are a fatherless child
Moth in the water

© GÄ