A hand full of glass

 
A broken hand full of glass is all i have left
A downtrodden  man with a heart that loves less
A silenced dissident that's cleaning up his own mess
A broken soul that that's been thrown a bluesy curve
A winding personality that's  known to swerve
A discovered loner that's found wandering in social circles
A one armed man at the top trying to climb down
A broken down man trying to stand up
A forward guy who's stuck in reverse
Trying to move ahead but pushed backward by a curse
Spinning silence

Next of kin

Next of kin is the only way to win
Some talk rough and some talk tough
I never say two words to call the bluff
They seal their fate as i listen and wait
Never before have they heard a spider even the score
A Silent deed like a three sided blade dose bleed
Keep talking your game and soon enough you'll forget my name
When the dust settles and you've moved on with your life
Ill be standing there having drinks with your wife
Ill  soon know every corner where you hide
As i mind fuck you with a free ride
That's where i stop and my kin folk take over
Seeing you squirm as the spider bite rots you like worms
A brown recluse will inject its prey but a dozen or more will carve up like a ham where you lay
Always sleep with one eye open watch out all night its y bits y may be coming nighty night
Silent iron spider

Long coat with knotted arms

The long coat with knotted arms
A fitted glove saving you from what you think harms
A small cell with a padded walls where you crawl
A short space designed to make you stand small
walls to tight to allow you to sit right
Bright lights and cool mist all through the night
sleep deprived as your brain squirms to fight
The flashing strobes blow out  your pupils and your sight
Broken down in twisted silence
your brain has turned to pudding 
you silently sit and rot

Northern pines

covering lake butternut is a crisp cool night
Not a care in the world and the stars are bright
The fish are biting as the mosquitoes serve themselves a fresh pint
A lonely boat with a red, white and green light
Drifting in the darkness across from the northern pines marker light
Cast after cast we wet down the bait
While the sneaky old muskie refuse to wait
No one is speaking only refilling the hooks
Trying to out smart the old fish fabled in story books
filling our stringer with a walleye shore snack
We clean em and cook em washing them down with a beer
walking down the pier to the darkness afloat
A refreshed silent attack launched from blue and white boat

sharpened silence

A whet stone on a tempered blade
Is my favorite tool that was ever made
The slide of the stone scrapes along with a ring
A most delicate edge that is capable of anything
Pure sex a fine edge brought through a barbers strops hone
Capable of a smooth shave or hacking through bone
The smooth lines of the blade smith speak of dark personalities unknown
A true artisan in every sense a true talent that's grown
Silently slicing sweet meat off the roast
Or turning old enemies into restless ghosts
Sharpened silence

I 65

Pushing paint Running from the clock
Jamming gears to stay out of hock
The American dream with only 450 scenic miles between
(Hammer down and watch the lines blur like a black scalded cat with smoking fur)
Chi town bound from a Louisville run
A round trip ticket that's never done
A G-note made for a 3 day stretch leaves you dead at the wheel with a coffee gut wretch
(hammer down and watch the white lines blur like a black scalded cat with smoking fur)
In the home stretch now as the ground stretches out flat
You eyes play games as they lower their flap
Waking up to the bridge as it rests in your lap
You've missed the exit and have heard the steer tires snap
A perfect stranger stops to show you the final way
a life line home as you begin floating away
Making your peace on a strangers phone
your watching it all as your above floating alone
(hammer down and watch the white lines blur
Like a black scalded cat with smoking fur
a feeling of freedom with the wind in your stacks
leave the rubber on the road to meet your family when you get back)

Outlaw raising

Son of a trucker and a rock star mom
Cold plate of food with no future going on
Left behind for no reason but fate
No bottles but booze and both parents are working late
The phone rings once his hopes are held  high his dad pushing hard for home  be a tough guy and stand by
How's your mother is she around
you tell him she's sleeping even though she's whoring round
he says I'm so proud of you son as his phone drops out
one o clock in the morning and lil john cant sleep a nip off the bottle as cold tears hit his bare feet
new habits born as a survivor is forged
A mothers mistake that's been left ignored
She's out all night again cuz the old mans on the road
Kicked out of school for smelling like booze
he's a tough guy with issues that cant afford to loose
With A mother that's gone missing a truck driver dad
a feared outlaw is rising and he is seeing red
(There is no right or wrong theirs no black or white
  only a stone faced outlaw with bloodshot eyes  )

Living here thinking there

Living here and thinking there
mental limbo that gets you nowhere
Spinning your wheels trying to keep it all straight
Makes you crazy when your here having to wait
Punching the clock as you stroll in late
Like a over stuffed couch from two meals you ate
Living in two places splitting your time
Trying to stomach a incessant hounding or whine
Its never enough for one much less for two
Like two shoes and one lace that's you
A labor of love you sacrifice for two
your silent ulcers slowly chewing you right through
Two silent

nonscense

One lock and one key
Stuck in the middle of an argument are we
Locked up are our guns and clothes by thee
An test of relations that has nothing to do with me
In the old days i would have blown open the door
A young lack of respect i would take mine and more
im older and wiser but my patience is wearing thin
You've tossed lots of rocks from that glass house you live in
So please get over the nonsense the season is too short
Or give us our things so from your woodlot we will abort
our families count on what we shoot and time is short
Tried silence