Words from the mind of Marcus Byron Cheney

Month: February, 2007

I (destroyed warehouse, memorial plaque).

There is a break in the silence
but it rushes back as regularly
as the geyser at Yellowstone
lost in Montana
your old faithful
thats not so faithful anymore
but that is the way
things change
what once was to be counted on
is a depleting memory
the people I have met
don’t stay in touch
twenty four years
of being a loner
and what have I learned
I’m arrogant
and [...]

Honestly

I cant do this anymore
I’m not going to lie to you
it almost hurts to sleep
because in dreams
comes to me these images
of when i was a madman
careless and free
Now, i am still a madman
not much has changed
except for intake
i was a drunk
and drug addicted
I might be again
as only time will tell
love has sent me to hell
and [...]

Are you Lonesome Tonight?

Act one: was when we met
 
 
His name was Maurice, and he was attracted to calamity. In the insanity of our technological times he was a man amongst mortals and mistakes. Love was madam butterfly and a moth attracted to flame and fire. It laid eye’s on him like prey does to its predator. This story [...]

Dealing with Guiliver

He who stands against the crowds and currents
is never truly alone, if he knows himself
truth is told in movement and the soul is fluid
and of fire. Burn brightly kinder for we may not
have much time. Speak in truths and justice,
live like kings in your poverty and forsake
all those that bring you to peril
suffer the consequences, [...]

Aftermoon Delight

Lets have these drunken nights
and dance as fools would have it
gyrating to a Dionysian groove
our flesh, interpretative beauty
the soul, weightless
in the ignorance of pursuit
flail your pea cock feathers
in a mating dance
I am not of you
but no less guilty
When does intelligence
entwine with compassionate
good looks
my negative past
does not dictate my future
as i forever strive
forward [...]

Science Fiction Paternal Twins.

I offer the shirt off my back
but you want the blood from my veins
thirsty vampire
I adorn garlic to protect my iodine
and find scraps of wood
to make crosses to kill you with
You load six silver bullets into a revolver
as I play the part of where wolf
I am a ghost, and you can not find me here
the [...]

Heartbreaker, you sure is smart.

I have been reading books about suicide
murder and love
For the first time
since i can remember
I have been dreaming when i sleep
it’s a new sober dawn
and I wait all night
for that something
burring myself between pages of books
bleeding secrete thoughts
into secrete journals
sometimes it seems it’s all for the birds
and i should be out living these novels
and [...]

Mourning Glory.

The children have all gone to bed
tired, while the adults mull around
the last few hours of night to relax
as time is a decaying fracture
when we all need sleep
to survive and repeat the process
day in and day out
it is time
for heads to rest tired
when we wake
First thing, make the coffee
second
supply the stomach with enough energy
to [...]

Clarifying the Haze.

A gilded smile I cant seem to shake
created out of ornate bronze
and touched by an alchemist
I dream of lamenting
over one piece of long black hair
found days after her departure
an image not soon forgotten
what have i learned today
to long again and again
for what i do not have
and need so desperately
and i think of all the books
that [...]

Stand Tall

It is a sickness
as i go hungry
wanting more
from what’s less
and where I am
is at crossroads
the best of believers
create the most doubt
I shout inwardly
inside my own
screams, intensely
deafening
to define
the reason and
rhyme
behind
intentions
an ambiguous
nature
needing nurture
instead of torture
an artist
is a soul
such as that
i give tat
for tit
till it’s
unconscious
my conscious
knows better
but my desires
do not
I shit
and I’m off the pot
relived
that [...]