February 2010
“The vessel groans
The ocean pressures its frame.
To the port I see the...”
– Brand New
“That’s the problem with drinking I thought as I poured myself a drink. If...”
– Charles Bukowski
Dear Faxon
I never asked to be your saviour
This pedestal I sit on I didn’t build it
The patchy broken hearts of others lay beneath me
But why is this my cross to bear
A chosen symbol, an idle worshipped wreck
On the shores of burning souls
It turns out I’m just as human as everybody else
I slipped and fell on the indignities of society
Battered by the winds of hate
Your path was paved with your own...
Dear Jesus,
Jesus Christ, look at you
You had it all
Fame, eternal life, blessings of the gods
And you blew it
You let it all go to your head
And for what?
Those cheap tricks and treats
They wont save you from your self
You were supposed to be the messiah
The one I put my faith in,
My heart,
My soul,
My pride,
You aged But you did not grow
Two thousand years on and you are the same man
Didn’t...
