Words from the mind of Marcus Byron Cheney

Category: Poetry

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

revolver.

The more I try to hurt you
the more it hurts me
and I am a shell of a the man
I wanted to be
drawing him in chalk outlines
across the stretched out
american highways
its all wasted gasoline
and road side attractions
that are unattractive
while I wind up out west
i wind down
till I am depressed
the hero is dead
and the more I hurt [...]

explosions in the sky.

I tip my hat
and waiver
a mile high
on a high mile
my legs
got to weak
to stand
while I stopped
to catch my breath
woke up on the ground
with a crowd
bringing water
and cold rags
for my head
I was just trying
to get some lunch
at the Tibet Cafe
and would up
needing help
and I guess
that is why I am here
in these blessed mountains
with it soft air
that [...]

sleepless nights.

here I am
wherever the hell that is
between the something
and the null and void of nothing
i have seen things
and kept quite
just me
and the road
burning citys
in ruin
it was all so plesent once
when i lived off dreams
when life was spent
between the covers
of night
now it’s living
a million miles
a second
blurring scenery
the under passes are
are revolving nightmares
pulled between
the memories
and the future
stuck [...]

daylight darkness.

the illusion destroyed
broken bones
on the highway
outlined in sidewalk chalk
we talk but tuck
our heads
into our turtle shells
life has been hell
its also been heaven as well
I’m forgetting to breath
eat and sleep
hours pass by so fast
I don’t even have a chance
to catch up
out of gas
the one legged man
running a race
at a losers pace
and its ok
or I keep telling [...]

consimating constalations

So it has come to this
the precipice
of our existence
our holy eternal
impermanence
our Dia De Los Muertos
in the misery that surrounds us
leaves have turned
and legs have trembled
till your to weak
to speak
and what started as a limp
leaves you paralyzed
and the sobering truths
hang like an air freshener
while your drive
to the next destination
on a roundabout dead end
procrastinating
disintegrating
where the rubber meets [...]

self impressed egomaniac.

Its all a farce
a sugar coated
watermelon flavored
giant jawbreaker lie
our masks and movements
static and stupid
trying to weave
webs of gold
always doing what we are told
guided by some moral loyal compass
when your own father
would whore your to the king
on a white whale
bought
before you ever went on sale
just a commoner
spinning stories
offering up
his own daughters head
instead of his own
there are [...]

the aztech is myan

born into this
infinitesimal and pure
poisoned by a mad world
absurd to think
of the impossibilities of chances
my nature nourishing my neurosis
till I amĀ  metabolic soup
and all the worlds suffering
and Freud himself
wouldn’t be able
to untie the knot
the good parent
is the better liar
and life
was nothing
but gasoline
on the fire
all the worlds
a stage
like a prison
or a cage
this is why im full [...]

spagettification.

I am all thumbs tonight
it has been the theme
of to many nights
im an artfull dodger
of my aspirations
my dreams are
kindling
for an ensuing inferno
but they dont burn
in the traditional sense of fire
its white hot gas
epervesing
from within
its the side
no one sees
the midnight
blue bird
singing for a hot plate
and leisure
but I have
the scars to remind me
and I play this game
with [...]

guilty by association.

why isnt it all sunshine and roses
who said we had to settle for
road blocks and white noises
the angst of youth cools
much like a cup of tea
kept at room tempture
and left to adjust
you might want to drink all of it
fixated by compulsion
you might only take a sip
with a less is more aporoach
but enough is enoguh
my selective [...]