I got me

Calm down here
You seem to be clear
Like a soldier
Whose lost the hold on her
Take the cards
Lose your grip folder
Let the shards
Play life like a mess on the floor
Lay down your head now
lay your lips down
to the floor
kiss gravity
for the heavenly curse
that we are in between
the mess no one can see
in between the seas of fire and ice
where Moses, the money goat, leads us through
with a snake in his hand biting him to death
for me and you
to drown as the Egyptian Jews

calm down her
sensing senses lost
sensing fences tearing us in half
the one we crossed in birth
soul depart
wool sheered aloof
like absent minded dreadlocks
dragging dust mites
letting the bites
letting the bites

who would keep me here
where it has got to stop
waking any moment
to a drowsy sleep of pain
a maroon shadow
spreading fingers of smoke
up into my head
who would keep me here
where it has got to stop
this urge of nothingness
urge of something less
then what become a mess
of me
and my soul
of the sea
of my whole
bending knees
to prayers to the ground

why would god keep me
where it has got to start
with smiles and light
where I in myself
am running in circles
of my self
myself of selfishness
is my helplessness
where god keeps me

well at least
I still got me
To keep warm
Well is not deep
Enough to keep me thirsty
Well I still got me
To company
Even though two’s what is
And me is one to few
Well I still got me
To believe in
Even if that is that nothing
But an empty body
When my soul is haughty
Doubt in the gaudy of me
Well I still got me
To be
I still got me
To be a lie
I still got me
To be a sigh to me
I still got me
To be