tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27029056364150691002024-11-08T07:36:57.309-08:00Scott Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961730315820600890noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702905636415069100.post-36210121993122480562008-10-13T15:03:00.000-07:002008-10-13T15:07:17.583-07:00They don’t talk<br />Each in their own world chewing away like cattle at the trough<br />She’s clad in sweatpants and runners from another life<br />Both head to toe in don’t give a fuck uniforms<br />The stalemate of conversation goes unchallenged<br />Locked in solitary<br />The vacancy in the eyes is all they have left in commonwords as a weaponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822378233578275086noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702905636415069100.post-91430385456154333742008-10-13T14:57:00.000-07:002008-10-13T15:03:05.948-07:00flick of hip swings open the kitchen door<br />plates in hand, apathy on face<br />she cuts a groove trenching out a routine<br />10 years? Ten too many all worn in the eyes<br />I catch look as she swabs the deck<br />Deep in there, there is life to be found<br />We share a second and for that briefest of moments, we connect<br />She smiles, I return<br />The bell rings and its back to reality<br />I catch here eye as I settle and hope that she never doeswords as a weaponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822378233578275086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702905636415069100.post-15340421373862779812008-09-27T04:14:00.000-07:002008-09-27T04:16:57.536-07:00Nobody said it would be easy but nobody said it would be hard<br />Hidden behind the mediocrity that we are forced to accept<br />Under the weight of restriction and the exhaust of thematic demise<br />Who are we and why are you here?<br /><br />Growing up unknown even to myself<br />Retreaded ambition retarded growth<br />Fighting up from the dirt to see the light<br />Drinking in the light of spring<br />Clearing the mud from my eyes<br /><br />Standing on broken legs arms to the sun<br />Born today standing up<br />Yesterday I lay tomorrow I’ll crawl<br />Running from a past that wasn’t mine<br /><br />Did what we were told never questioned it<br />Now we rise<br />Now we take it back<br />Now we become what we were always supposed to be<br /><br />No longer smothered into the darkness<br />Tired of being polite for the sake of face<br />Mud in my eyes water in my ears<br />Rise above<br /><br />No more prone fetal<br />No more bound hands<br />Too long told how to live by those who we give<br />Out of the dirt and into the lightwords as a weaponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822378233578275086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702905636415069100.post-21927598970584436222008-09-27T02:45:00.000-07:002008-09-27T02:47:55.455-07:00The future of the past floats through my memory<br />Ambition burned by the flame of truth gives way to the cold wind of regret<br />Strumming six strings I link chords that form a melody I’ve heard someplace before<br />Finger picking frustration composing a cover<br /><br />Years gone youth refrains<br />Born of a generation sans fathers figuring<br />Where once the future was a flame<br />The torch has gone cold<br /><br />Expected not to care following suit dressed in uniform<br />Gave them what they wanted only to become them<br />Killed the heroes we longed to find<br />Wandering alone in the dark blood on our hands wondering what we’d done<br /><br />Green to grey like a dull razor<br />Rusting and lost wondering if it’s too late<br />It’s well past midday and I’m still searching<br />Are we to be alone together?words as a weaponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09822378233578275086noreply@blogger.com0