The Grandfather I Never Knew

In a Plymouth six was a bag of tricks
and a veteran of a foreign war.

He stopped me cold and began to scold
me for having dirty hair.

He called me a draft dodger he called me a tink
“Get in the shower you fucking stink!”

Before he left he spit in my eye, I tried not to cry
and remember, that it was a different time back then.

PD

stumpedwise.

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Sea Watch

In the hot sun is a place called home;
It’s where people are born and
where people fall in love:
Skies so blue you must squint to look at it,
Waters so green you must go under to see through,
Sands so rolling you must sleep on it
to feel it.
When you find a place like this
the wind will never blow cold ever again.

PD

stumpedwise.

How…

How do you make something right when it’s been so wrong?
How do you take back time when you’ve waited too long?
How do you do what no one showed you how?
And what the hell are you supposed to do now?

We live in a world subjective by perspective
Discovering life’s clues like troubled detectives
But solving a mystery with no Sherlock Holmes
Is like expecting Watson to crack a case on his own
Maybe you’ve done a few things, made a few moves
Settled comfortably into one of life’s grooves
Turned down opportunity because you saw so many
Just to really open your eyes too see you haven’t got any
In a game of hopscotch with destiny and fate
You find yourself disgruntled by in its limited space
So you look for direction in some other place
But the unknown gives you chills and you’re jumping from sweat
Searching for something you may never get
Or thinking you know what you haven’t learned yet
And time keeps burning at the end of a cigarette
While you wish you had known what you know now
And maybe then you’d know just how…
But before you can count from one to ten
You have the same experience all over again
And that’s just the way it works my friend

How do you make something right when it’s been so wrong?
How do you take back time when you’ve waited too long?
How do you do what no one showed you how?
And what the hell are you supposed to do now?

PD
stumpedwise.

I

I’ve floated here for far too long
gazing upon many other pools
but here I remain
Hands like raisins
that make me believe I have better grip.
Until a sweeping view inside of my head
reminds me again
It’s just figment after figment.
Anything but.
Not just going to bed,
But falling to sleep.
With the others who talk fast
and think slow.
And soon enough
Lungs like fishbowls.

~Lex Ihnk~

stumpedwise.

Company

The company of strangers
where we do what’s unaccepted to do.
when were left uncomfortable and wondering
who was once who?
as there is no feeling more comfortable
than that company of strangers
as the time passes on
this life becomes a little stranger.
but what was understood?
because we’ll never understand
unacceptable, unwanted, or unhinged at the hand
no matter how great the pain
there is no company,
like the company of the strange

TQS

stumpedwise.

Theory Dreams

the theory of a daydream,
I hold dear with my cigarettes,
the theory that held me down.
like the forgotten king said,
as I watch a cloud of smoke rise into nothing,
I realized what it’s all worth,
it’s all worth just about nothing.
here and gone or perhaps
there and back again,
what does it matter?
Just take the moment and begin to pretend
that we can buy our virtue at the door
but never forget,
the piper won’t refund the price
and the time,
oh it will forever be changing
while we can’t get our change from time.
there is always tomorrow I heard someone once say
until one day the theory never fades,
though another day it might
forever doesn’t exist
so hold those cigarettes tight

TQS

stumpedwise.

Paid in Change

and in the next life,
you will find the ones who
can still recognize you
through the mask of a new face
you will recognize them too.
You want to answer the question?
What’s soul?
The karmic debt we pay,
is only a fraction of the price
and lately I’ve been paying in change

GP

stumpedwise.