Words from the mind of Marcus Byron Cheney

Month: September, 2009

Guild of smoke.

Lunch time in garland
Judy and her red shoes are gone
Now angels want to wear them
Till the souls are flat
And the heel has worn down
The tin man would frown
If he didn’t pawn his heart
The lion still wasn’t brave enough
To save any of us
If I had a brain
Instead of a match in my hand
I could make you [...]

Black feathers

The crows want me to write a poem
So I abide
When the moutains colide the land
We will be at the bottom of the quick sand
Our sentiments are now sediments
And we return home
Its where the heart is
Hidden behind the tight grasps of rib cages
Hidden between the verse of my odd thoughts
All the forget-me-knots grew taught
Till there grip [...]

Wait just a second.

And the whole world passes you by.
In the blink of an eye
The pulsaiting veins
Drone to a painfull rythm
We ask to be forgiven
From the stars
And dive bars
Sad creatures
Paste smiles
Above push up bra’s
Fake tits
And vagabond scars
And she swears I’m diffrent
From the mix of our perfume
So I lift her, pull her from the rubble
All this trouble for a [...]

Here

I am gone
Hardly
The ghost waits
To haunt more dreams
And it seems reality
Has become the string
In which to sew
I am the hero
All singing and dancing
Alpha male
Kicking over
Empty water pales
The rain doesn’t collect
In death valley
I burrow in the sand
And we embrace
Soul to hand
And I invision
Big bands
As we make our stand
In a burlesque wasteland