Words from the mind of Marcus Byron Cheney

Month: July, 2007

Fun house

Let this first be understood
this is not a cry for help
but merly a consoldation
of thoughts
I welcome all
to my house of mirrors
here is a bottle of windex
and a riddle
what cant be found in the middle
enjoy the journy
hands and arms in the car’s please
its been a rollercoaster
of afterthoughts
should have, would have’s could have’s
 and what not’s
my stomach is torn
in [...]

Proud and True

to the bewildred revalutionary
and sad sadistic poet
who I used to love
when once I thought He was a dream
and when he would apear as thoughts
and smile’s would dance around my head 
now thorns grow in my throat
from the root of my heart
from his black well
and collection of nightmares
of his pathetic failure’s
not a beautifull angel
but a withering
gypsy curse
I had you hold my greatest [...]

Abra Cadabra

the listless lime lighters
have all been dried out
by there spot light
bellow the streets
the underground
is lit by moonlight
where last dancing light
meets its end
and i wander the streets
with a cane and a top hat
as an illusionist
comming to resent the
term magician
let that tittle be reserved
 for the witch doctors
in white coats
i whistle and walk
as the poor beg for change
and i make coins apear
behind [...]

To you it concerns.

 
If words were our weapons
consider this to be
my nuclear manifesto
maybe I am just crazy
or its this world
outside my door
that i see threw my windows
where wild things go to get lost
in a sabbatical of comfort
dreaming of a Chattanooga Choo Choo
I wondeur were all the steam trains went
as consumers conform to whatever they are sold
we arnt buying [...]

July 3. 07

In my yesteryears
this was my holiday
 a carnival and explosions
on the ground
and in the sky
late nights
and experimental
adolescence
and the last year
change
we become estranged
in a graveyard were
we once wathed fire work
and we are all so distant
and alien
to oursleves and everything
the crows sing in the oak trees
and we are drunk off alcohol
instead of fireworks
the paths sing like promise
in or protests
each [...]

The rumored calm.

and behind the clouds, the sun sinks
while rain drops fall from slivers
three roll down my cheek
wiping away silver lining
I lost
when once, i won
in the time of my mantra
i wore this badge of courage
and flashed it like a crooked cop
now in criminal distress
testing truths till they become
tragically translucent
in the quite storm
I let lighting widen my puilss
and before [...]