Work in progress... music in the works as well... title... to come? by Dale Mitchell on Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 12:30am

I punch the sky, and curse the earth

I walk the walk, I wear the dirt.

I feel surprise in my cheeks,

body warm with chagrin, and pique

Bastard child of love and hate,

I left my nescience at the break.

Too many odd years…

{ I place my fist against the door

I PLACE MY FIST AGAINST THE DOOR

breathe a sigh from every pore

Hand over my dreams, hands over my eyes,

Give over to fate, the dirty whore. }

Going nowhere fast, and I can't believe 

what good time I'm making

Running from a past

that picks up where my heart stopped beating…

 And I'll do it all again

and still wear this stupid grin.

I know less with each grin,

I know more with each sin.

I drink sunshine and know it's pain,

Test my probity in it's flames

Mendacity is my passport

if I want to remain sane.

Too many odd years…

I place my fist against the door

I PLACE MY FIST AGAINST THE DOOR

breathe a sigh from every pore

Hand over my dreams, hands over my eyes,

Give over to fate, the dirty whore.

Going nowhere fast, and I can't believe 

what good time I'm making

Running from a past

that picks up where my heart stopped beating…

 And I'll do it all again

and still wear this stupid grin.