A short spoken song. The kick-off to my upcoming works.

A glistening finger lifts from the abyss
And as it persists it gives a flick of the wrist
Causing rifts to split the hazy mist
And lazily kiss the bard’s wrist with guitar riffs
Tar pits filled with spit and shit used to be
An issue for which tissues were used profusely
Loosely abusing me strapped into my bed 
Bashing the last of the past out of my head
After Restraint One ripped, the rest were a breeze
I began to see a faint sun drip, which I seized
And I see, beyond the bummer freeze
A set of summer trees and thunder underseas
And from these I emerged humbly
With an urge to surge to the lead my heartbeat rumbling
From the gunslinging son of country spun from corn husk
Torn with force from the poor sore foragers for us
The world ignores us, politely, while they sing their chorus
And lightly reports scores and glorywhores so as not to bore us
But they implore us to make the right choice
And I did as I thought I should have my own voice
And not stick to the humdrum rhythm of society
Only to have my outer and inner self rioting
And fighting eachother until my inner eye is blind
And I accept that I’m wrong and I don’t go out to find
Myself. But it’s too late now
I’ve started my journey and I can’t turn this car around
I’ve felt. Things expand outside the realm
Of what I thought possible and I feel colossal at the helm
So from here, all I can do is go up
Following the glow cradled in my cupped
Hands. And the guitar on which I strum
And now that I’ve surfaced, there’s plenty more to come.

©2016 Pulpoe Music

More To Come

An acoustic version of an upcoming song.

For all the years that shaped me I’ve been climbing out of safety from this bottomless pit
And now I find this point in time where I can rest and sit on the edge of it
But upon my escape I hesitated and found myself chainbound
So now I’m on my tippy toes what happens next nobody knows on this shaky ground

I could fall in at any time with no hands to catch my fall
There’s nothing like a foggy future to make you feel so small

My fingers dig into the ground, I try to shout but there’s no sound
A mask muffles my voice
My nails are full of dirt and clay, I’m thinking should I slip or stay
I dislike either choice
My forearms growing strained and numb, I can’t believe how far I’ve come
Just to fall back down
I feel like for the rest of my life, I’ll be staring up at this taunting light
Doomed to drown

I could live a lengthy life all alone in pain
If I don’t attempt to fight these suffocating chains

My eyes scan the surface of the earth but is it worth it
Just to find a temporary hold
I know nothing sent is permanent cause the time I spent just came and went
In a rush like gold
I can’t stand the thought of landing at the bottom and understanding
I’m on my own
I must look straight and not turn back to see myself congeal and crack
Like ancient stone

Bridge:
What are we waiting for when we’ve everything we need?
Why do we shut the door when we first start to bleed?
 

