Words from the mind of Marcus Byron Cheney

Month: March, 2007

New Guy

There are phone calls I should make
and paths I should be following
Swallow me whole and spit out
what you don’t need
Time heals wounds
no matter how gaping
even if they left you gasping
and clutching while peering
into the beyond
I am waiting for phone calls
to swallow the souls blisters
needing the liquid
and smoke
that makes it easier to say
I don’t miss her
I [...]

They sing, they all sing.

The choir sang
and the angels
made a crowd
to hear mortals
moan
All the sadness
and hope in this room
could sink battleships
you can tell the strong
from the weak
its in there song
and hidden behind the eye’s
and its hard to see
in the dim light
jazz cafe
My table, where i sat
was united cultures
of friendship
and a trinity
is a tripod
and an easier
leg to stand on
then one’s [...]

Disgrace Land

Today i sat at a bus stop
a brick bench
outside of a saloon
where drunks got to gathering
and doing what they do best
crawling inside bottles
hidden in the dim lit
atmosphere of another
lost generation
with no definition
sitting out in the sun
I wished them well
and wanted for them
to experience beauty
as I have seen it
but then thought
about how crowded
that might [...]

Youth in Asia

The difference is the horror
and the happiness
the tears of a clown
is the only
happy medium
I’m rare
and full of rage
making another page
in a long line
of failures
the success
has yet to come
and I don’t plan on it
this is mine
and your just a spy
trying to figure out
my obscurities
in your scrutiny
you find less of your self
I think it’s sad
how you will [...]

Chicenitza

I wanted to make something beautiful
and my mind went blank
and all I had was this
a pocket full of lost hopes
and broken dreams
a stomach full of hunger
and a heart made out of lead
sometimes my mind
thinks I have cancer
I have to cut it out
and can’t
fearing men in white coats
with rubber gloves
knowing they are
only humane
and if angels
where doctors
and [...]

W.N.D.

We, the kids of Chaos
who stand distantly divided
and are of the same
shadowy past
over midnights
and trials and tribulations
we emerge
as you imagine
the legions from hell
or fire storms
we burn the wicked
in our wreckage
while leaving shells
of souls
this service
is brought to you
by the weeping mothers
who never knew how to love
we sail her tears to new dawns
if this wasn’t [...]

Hoarse Hockey

 
 
You want my blood
and I’m just giving you vinegar
and at each step
I am more eager
to feed your fever
fill you up enough
to leave you
hungry
I know change
and depictions
I have seen flowers
as signs of forgiveness
but usually as an admission
of guilt
Your tall stilts don’t stand
so high
I have always given flowers
for the right reasons
like when things suck
or one [...]

My Way

There are private detectives at work
and I am not one of them
let them unfurl the mysteries of the universe
while I am becoming another one
In a current state of mind
may we be content
and take promise
in tomorrow’s sunrise
and its sun sets
and let’s take bets
its going to do the same
tomorrow
Im giving it odds
three two one
in its favor
I savor [...]

Quite Quite

This is it
everything all encompassed
shift speeds and the direction
of your locomotion
Lunacy
is never taken for granted
sometime last night
there was an eclipse
of a most beautiful
proportion
it turned dark
and slowly came back to life
in a full moon delight
under it
a million stars shine
in a million galaxies
and it appears to me
that is also infinite
a million times infinity
and we stretch
and contrast
every time [...]

Attacked By bed-bugs

Remembering all the beautiful faces
and how they are only skin deep
as everyone is searching
for an absolute absolution
that brings them peace
or they are making
horror films
out of the cinema of life
feeling infinitively small
on an expanding planet
where the voices
don’t carry
in the likeness of perfection
everything becomes muddled
as do all possibilities
of finding truth
or that which you are
searching
find [...]