In Transit 2

Artist: Tony Skeor skeor.artstation.com

I've spent many years trying to understand those who cannot love. So strange to a man who accepted emotion as his salvation. Yet they appreciate my company. As I go about leaving I can feel it, they want me to stay.

I’m sitting down in the shack

Hoping to find heat

It’s there, but barely. As if my imagination has met me halfway.

Optimism is there, but barely. Growing stronger as I leave this place

With leering metal trees draped in neon lights

Hunched figures proving they still live

I can see their breath, strange for a May night

The scene overall was the twilight zone

Under the stars and along the main strip lies oddly placed statues

They coil around the bus benches like snakes who found warmth and froze

These statues have become intertwined with the neon branches thrown to the ground in consumer culture

I selfishly think about myself and how vulnerable I’d feel sleeping in a bus shack

In a downtown that never really sleeps, just simply closes its eyes for a few hours and abruptly wakens

Feverish and hungry

For money and power

Yet this is no capitalist manifesto

I’m just a young man currently in transit

And as I head away from the city core to my mirage fueled suburban bliss

I know that I’m torn between this writing and real life

I’ve been speaking to the oddly placed statues

Oh, how far am I from my first kiss?

To be so caught up in this.

It’s been some time now

Yet I still find myself in transit

Will I see you?

d.r

“Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses,blood sacrifices,steeples,mosques,races,armies, flags,nations,in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have”

James Baldwin

In Transit 1

Met you the other day

En transit to change

You asked me what I thought of you

How you looked and the clothes you wore

Said you had just thrown a man out of your house

For calling you a slut and a whore

I agreed that he probably wasn’t the right one for you

Yet you stared straight ahead and continued on

My response mattering less than my company

You were on the way to see your daughter

And that you were scared because you thought she would see what you see in the mirror

That she would feel how you feel

And that would scare her

I want to know where you’re going

Mentally calculating the distance

Wondering if transit goes that far across town this late

Doubt won’t do you much good

So I believe you’ll make it to see your daughter

And she’ll see in you what I saw

A warrior princess in the night

As for me, I’ll make it

We’ll all make it.

d.r

A Single Muse

Seeing your smile makes me think I could've said goodbye better

As if I could play a part with parting words

I hold no stock in your happiness

But you have to understand a man stumbles in a world that doesn't want to see me cry

I had to be strong for all the wrong reasons

Nowadays I've grown a bit

You can find me all twisted up in a career

Putting words together in a dusty room for a local publication

Just wanted to say I'm no longer holding it all back in fear

 

d.r

 

 

In A Moment

It's a long walk from the living room to the bed room
Coming home at different times from the same place
Staring at the wall but really seeing the end of us
Hand cold with scotch on the rocks
An amber comfort of what my father used to drink
I'm always walking away from the crowd to give myself time to think
And you used to ask where I was
We fit perfectly away from it all on some park bench
"I'm suprised you found me.." I look down at my fingers as they intertwine with yours
"Well, I followed the kicked rocks and over analysis" She jokes
We hardly talked
Just watched our breath form on that cold october night
She's curled up next to me, head on my shoulder
I feel the trust, feel her heartbeat, and I hold her
An endless feeling bottled up in a moment

Tv on with no sound
Shadows dancing on the wall
This is my late night manifesto
Before we go back to things being just alright
Do we believe in ourselves or just act the part?
I feel the pressure
I feel the break beneath my feet
And I know we'll soon part ways in defeat
When will you tie the knot? Have a baby boy or girl?
Faced with societies norms from well meaning friends and family
Yet little do they know
I'm watching it all fall away and not bothering to hold it together
Am I normal?
Will it be deemed sane to give up those dark eyes and seductive lips?
The future an after thought watching you slide that dress down your hips
Such a moment captivating and distracting
Such a moment alluring and manipulative
A moment so sweet and bitter at the same time

d.r

Disenchanted Charms

I know disenchanted charms
Sold in the window shop at the highest dollar
Saw men turn to dogs
Salivating and panting over a gold collar
While their shoes wear out
They've been walking the hard road
Looking for a way out

And they say all you have to do is cross the tracks
Past the broken down carts covered in graf
Past the dwindling budget with a frustrating math
Yet a child still looks to the sky and dreams big
The sweet prairie air carries her laugh

d.r

The Beginning

I felt branded without meaning
Consumer chaos
At a loss under the neon lights
In the dusty shop window sits a notebook
My first hope book
And with courage I wrote my first rhyme
Tentatively showing the world

As a child I crawled under my first grade teachers long flowing dress
Innocent eyes staring up at a pantyhose covered butt
So far from the objectification
The sexism and smut
Now it's what we both can achieve
That turns me on

d.r

Don't Let Me Reach Love Yet

Don't let me reach love yet
I want more reckless passion and quick regret
Why not comfort and a safe bet?
My heart pounds with the uncertainty of tomorrow
The chance of seeing her face in a crowd
She just lived around the corner
Had a bottle of Merlot and a life sized canvas
She had painted the skyline without the reality of man made destruction
I traced the clouds delicately and the memories came flooding back
They filled the room and I felt light on my feet
She's behind me
Red wine on our breath
"I'm leaving the city soon but..."
We never had that conversation
Unfinished sentence so fitting
Because I don't want to reach love yet

d.r