Poetry

Measure

the fiend fiends,
an expected pleasure

tempted for joy
in excessive measure

TQS

stumpedwise.

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

stumpedwise.

strange.

so very strange
no one knows why
the world spins, the rain falls
no one knows why
but the time moves on
no contrition for the gone lost
nor the ones without their heads
it just keeps moving on
ever thought about yesterday
where it went, who could say?
yesterday was ten years ago
or at least we can try and believe so
what about tomorrow and the day before that
travel there but always forget how to get back
so very strange

TQS

stumpedwise.

stump.

Can we find us a place for their heads
just remember it can’t go left unsaid
and don’t change your feet
just to change your life
upset with what you’ll find
another Sunday behind

What can I say?
It’s time to follow the road
but where were going,
it’s now we go alone
so accepting whats gone
brings us all to go on
leave the days in vain
the ones that kept us blind
another Sunday behind

and reality
is not so far away
despite the broken memories of our yesterdays
So don’t lose your faith
just set the pace
and give this life a try
another Sunday behind

there’s more to it all
at least that’s what I heard
So we’ll watch the birds
fly over the sea
in the place for our heads
the one we dared to hide
leaving Sunday behind

TQS

stumpedwise.