Thrown In My Path

February 13, 2019

I don’t sit here and imagine perfect vistas,
Places that don’t seem to exist outside my head.
Recalling all the times I bumped into fate unprepared,
Memories of tracks you can’t replay, the station is dead.

Don’t stumble in my path,
Don’t tell me your darkest fears,
Don’t you dare tumble my heart,
When endings and motives are so unclear.

I don’t go around asking you to save my life,
Because I know the tools are buried in myself, within,
I can help you and will, but then forget I exist.
To be without longing is to be without future sin.
Thomas Spychalski 

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Cry

February 7, 2019

I know you heard the story of the boy who cried wolf and how they pushed him aside…

But have heard the story of the boy who cried wolf nobody came and then he died?….

There is only so much one mind can take in without ever breathing out, only so much being everyone’s crutch, and then being filled with self-doubt.

I don’t want a favor, don’t want a savior, don’t need no flowers and wine, but when I glue you together willing to do it forever can you look in this crack…

In my mirror..and the broken image it shows, no one ever nearer, and it hurts when nobody knows…

One can only cry for answers so many times without a reply, you say duck, duck, but you’re the goose so why are we even alive?….

Childhood windows and shiny thimbles, can’t save from no needle and thread, after such a calamity, oh such a tragedy, such a shame he is half dead…

Don’t want to bitch, sorry for all I switch, but anger only comes from pain, so if what I was feeling reached out to cut you imagine inside my brain…
Thomas Spychalski 


The Circle Jerk Jet Set Mania

January 23, 2019

It’s one of those things you can ‘feel’ fully but with no relief in sight when nothing seems to go right in that arena, everyone says see ya, and you don’t want to be ya, anemia and free some…

An outside source, like a badly planned divorce, no inner source, same old, same old, broken record recourse, time to just ignore and bow before the inner you that works rather than tattered paper mache rattling sabers and limp circle jerks…

Pressuring for a wall to be knocked down that we built, no point in juggling knives if we have our hearts on stilts, and yet we act jilted like scorned lovers, so faith for the self, and in certain special others…

Surround yourself in those that see you clearly, and even though it almost nearly, kills you off in some ways quite dearly, I’m tired of the circle jet set mania, can you see it tame ya if you start running before that sun rises and grab your shades no one can blame ya…
Thomas Spychalski 


This Will Pass

January 22, 2019

There are days longer than anything you’ll ever see,
I know the ways of lost time in that fear to be,
It gets easier my dear, just give it time,
And along the way you find, it was a test of the mind.

This shall pass as well, one day looking back,
You’ll find the grind, so far behind,
It never made you crack.
So stand alone, no more fear,
Go on now, seek it all out,
Find the ones, seek the sun,
Let there be no doubt.

Darkest nights lead to the brightest dawns,
Kings and queens are made,
From the most executed pawns,
So just put those shoes forward on parade.

You’ll be happy to know, you never showed, and now a new day made…just let it pass, and learn the lessons others could never outlast.
Thomas Spychalski


Please Remember

January 10, 2019

There are times I wish I stayed to myself the whole time,
Some peoples drinks are made bitter such spilled and spoiled wine.

Never regret those I’ve saved from the waters you were drowning,
However, there seems to be nothing to save me from frowning.

And please remember at the end of the day,
When I’ve packed it in and just faded away,
There was nothing you could do,
Some dreams are just slept through,
And some have no reasons to stay…

Of course, I wish I could allow myself to get to living,
But this cold world just seems so relentlessly unforgiving.

There are so many times now I just don’t feel like staying,
Sorry for all the treasures and good intentions I am betraying.

And please remember at the end of the day,
When I’ve packed it in and just faded away,
There was nothing you could do,
Some dreams are just slept through,
And some have no reasons to stay…
Thomas Spychalski 


The Fixer.

January 9, 2019

I was built to fix the un-fixable,
Born serving to a king of nothing.
I can teach you to paint your sky,
But the brush evades my own hands.

Can someone tell me why?
“No good deed goes unpunished.”
They told me I inspired and change lives,
Why is mine then so barren of saving?

Just give me your pain I will try and heal you,
But don’t get me close I will try and keep you,
From the monoliths who can live and climb higher than I,
I don’t understand the sun, I am just the moon reflecting light to you on your coldest night.
Thomas Spychalski 


Ash.

January 9, 2019

Now all I can see is the ash,
Burned from broken hearts and dreams.
Searching through this, cannot find peace,
While the mind and body just scream.

Ashes and they all fall down,
Ashes of me falling on the broken ground,
Smoke remains but never the fire,
Once you learn everything you desire,
is only for hire if you can pay the fees.

Sifting through what is left behind in the aftermath,
Of every trauma that broke a once strong back.
Cannot find love inside me, the same scene outside.
Only thing I get is better to suffer internal, never attack.

Ashes and they all fall down,
Ashes of me falling on the broken ground,
Smoke remains but never the fire,
Once you learn you are the liar,
and can only mire in the ashes of what was once called home.
Thomas Spychalski 


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