The Blood Pool

The beat that comes,
the beat that rules,
it overcomes
in the blood pool.
It pulls me down
as it tears it out
to bring the pain
it brings about.
The stress here
overwhelming and so
powerful in
its come and go,
the pressure rises
and boils over
to burn the hot
and cold shoulders.
The breaking here,
the bond forgotten
as falling down
all good made rotten.

Streets

Love, let the love
go with the drum beat,
take your head to bang above
and to move your feet
as your body will follow
and do what it does
to rise above the noise, to go
over the insufferable fuzz.
The voices in the back
that go and go and go,
that repeats on the track
that never gets slow,
the problems they face
may be the same as ours
but it's a different place
that seems awfully far
with the streets going loud
and the pain even louder,
with the violence proud
and only getting prouder,
they tell you to check
and to check it out
before you go down in the wreck
and are left to scream and shout.
The go-getter gets you
and leaves you for the fishes
no matter what you do
as you're left in the ditches,
the battle that surrounds
now is that which consumes
as death and blood abounds
with only the pain that blooms.

Just As High

I'm going to make it short and sweet
just to inform you that you are not beat.
Becoming a quitter will not fill
the empty hole in your will.

You must remember and know
this mentality will not help life go
any smoother nor more to plan
or cause obstacles to be banned.

Keep that head up just as high
as your neck will allow it in the sky
and know the weather will get better
as each day's passing lifts a fetter.