Bitter Water Healin’

The past – never lasts.

The cure – is so unsure.

I’ve broken every cast,

spiked the mix and still it’s pure.

 

Unadulterated – Chronic masturbated

I know, I probably should have waited,

can’t remain this aggravated

– and surviving

on nothing’s just part of disbelief.

Holding close to closing,

press the button for relief.

Draining is the solution,

in the blood and in the soul,

give up fallacy and parts of me

will come together as a whole.

 

This time I’m not faking,

not like I ever was before;

guess I was mistaken;

not who I thought you were.

 

I hail the loss of illusions,

suffer the gain of right and wrong,

bear these scars and these contusions

and I keep going on and on.

 

Not faded, but enlightened,

even happy, if you please;

find me amongst the trees,

hiding in the leaves.

 

Drawing strength and abstraction,

painting away this distraction,

moving forward and back, then

frozen by inaction.

 

Oh, help me grow,

I’ll bear fruit for you.

Give me light and I’ll bloom.

 

Like a river that cuts

through the Earth, to the sea

and the water that feeds,

is going to heal me.

 

HG – 2000-2005