Friendly Monster

Braided thoughts dangle loosely
past best intentions,
untied and flowing as one
into dead ends.
Weighted, so moving like sloths
hungry and tired;
hiding bravely from themselves
refusing to crack the candy coated truth twisted
sweetly into their distant folds.
a shadow sits, fixed on the border,
cast by the imaginations
friendly monster
lost in reality
refusing to find its way home.
Steadfast the protector, and the roaring
grey cloud that consumes a head.
Love thy monster, he is a relative
friend
          Cable (2004)


Dead Weight

Like a dead weight
the heat sucks me to the ground
my grated hate
hovering violently above, hypocritically profound
should I walk tall
faking my concern for me at all
or tuck down small
and long for sincerity’s apathetic call
          Cable (2004)

Awkward

Ever wonder more about the person
in the background, busy with an awkward
situation, fluctuating all around
the focus of the story line darting
about, in and out of the greatest film
of your life. Who’s to say that broke down car
was not your destiny and the grand hands
of fate are dealing giant bicycles
from greedy blind gods messing with your day.
          Cable (2004)

Run on

I am holding in my hands
the simple truth and fate of man.
All alone we try to stand
working on our hopeful plans
……………………………………………….
………………to bring together the countless
opinions on a greater number of matters,
hoping to unite us on the collective notion of humanity....Yet we are
what we hate the most, the cause and technological underestimation
to further push the thorns into one another’s sides….all we have is
a voice, and we all talk at once,
but to give each one alone,
a chance to speak that mind,
what if someone says what you were going to say, when it took all day
to think of that
and what if what another says leaves you speechless with the rest
leaving us to be mislead
into the beds
of enemies that should be friends,
and back to where we are…
          Cable (2004)

Dear Me,

Am I ok
I did not feel too good today
the happy pills
are happy still
but they don’t take
it all away
a joke to calm my spoiled nerves
hits me like a
lightning curve, leaving little
time to swerve
from nursery rhymes
sung out of time
but in good taste
inside my mind
where I keep
white curtains pulled
beyond the thoughts
candescent lights
lined the lies
that run so deep
that innocence
within the keep wills
good will to sew then reap
beep
beep
beep
may I help you
yes, my thing is beeping
ok, I’ll tell your nurse
thanks…click
           Cable (2004)


No Jam Sunday

No jam Sunday
got to do it Monday
one day, one way or another we will learn
to live and to love and to rip
the skies above into shreds of sharp light
piercing our sweet souls like candied syrup
pouring from the wound of a sugar plum tree
oh woe is me. whoa, I said whoa horesy
come down from they giant pedestal and snack
on our golden nectar, brew ha
ha ha
ha ha
ha ha ha
             Cable (2004)