Run through the hills of North Carolina
And without a doubt you will find
That there is ample reason to leave me to my own devices
My own creatures of habit and turns of phrase
Oh call me a twisted wreck of a shell of a man.
And I'll just point out how you can't look away.
Flee to the ponds in England.
Give their royality your vicious ways.
Your unfit mothers will come calling "bastard".
While they hold their hands out for change.
Or dance inside their burlesque homes,
to make the means to eat.
And I will break my knuckles
in the muck below the banks of the River Jordan.
Crying about how this is the place where miracles are meant to be.
But yet I see no magic before my eyes, and nothing but water before me.
I've felt the trap of an infinite passion for years now.
Long before the twinkle in your eyes led me to believe that
The love that I had given up searching for was still there
And still existed.
And no matter how many times I break skin to let blood drip down to the floor
There will never be anything as scarlet red as the flush in my cheeks the first time
That you told me you loved me.
Oh how the miracles of men get swept under the rug by those who divide our nations with their hatred
and undeniable stupidity.
God, I could rant forever about how the masses are being spoonfed, and to wake up, we must drag the spoon from out their mouth, and leave them be until they're starving, and begging for more.
But that's the job of the poets before me, to hope for the change that I need to make within the world,
To make within myself.
I may only be one man, but by the time I am dead, more than you will know me.
I will be rewritten into your history books, whether people think me a stain on beautiful white sheets.
Or just another poet spewing his useless words from his outstretched hands
trying to make everyone see that life was beautiful, when never really believing it himself.
I've seen the devil, but it is no immortal being, not the one shoved into our eyelids, blazed into our lungs.
The devil is within us all, turning and looking the other way rather than stopping to make a change.
I was the devil.
I was the devil every time I let him lay his hands on her and did nothing.
Looked away and pretending like it was never happening.
I am the devil
You are the devil.
But we can exorcise that demon once and for all if we just try.
Oh God just try.
I regret never saying this sooner.