The Fix Is In

July 29, 2019

They want me, but only with the fixes,
Nevermind swollen walls shrunken by me in you.
Say it twisted, I guess the fix is in,
Only as good as what you give away.

Funny how they need all the ducks in rows,
Nevermind the birds you never bring to the shore yourself.
Labeled with that same broken label maker,
That you won’t let them use on you anymore.

Serious how badly I am expected to fly,
Nevermind all of you still stuck in the rotten nests.
I guess only decent if we can take all that strain,
With no one to ever tie that broken noose around your heart.

Hilarious how we call no one, anyone weak,
Ones who has seen trenches bloody most would die in,
Imitate a hero if you can smile and kill again daily,
Be true to the rhythm and the code, call out the false idols.

Again.
Thomas Spychalski 

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Status

July 25, 2019

Afraid to sleep, because of waking,
Terrified to love, due to all the breaking,
Forever rain, always find myself wet and shaking,
Afraid to give, when it just becomes someone taking.

Forget to meet you, because someone’s always faking…

Cannot cry out, because there is no one to hear,
Teardrops, eyes glisten, but you cannot ever see clear,
You want affection deeply, but all you can reach is just fear,
Inside we praise the ghostly, things far away but always near.

Once inside you, it strangles all you ever held dear…
Thomas Spychalski 


Ghost-Man

July 20, 2019

I’m the ghost that’s deep inside you,
I’m the ghost inside your head.
I’m the ghost that always denies you,
I’m the one who makes you feel dead.

Like that one time, you were hurting,
Feeling you could not go on.
I’m the one who cauterizes you,
And you’re my pawn.

You can try and run away now,
Runaway and try to hide.
I’ll be in the shadows waiting,
Waiting to strip your pride.
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Well, we need a little exorcism…
Right here, right now…
you see its only invisible chains that bind me,
I’ll get free somehow…

The man you are today is not who you will be tomorrow,
Despite the pains and bullshit sorrows.
you cannot sit in those old losses and sorrows,
Cause that is where the Ghost-Man hides.

Get out, be gone, free from your evil curse,
Despite the fear and uncertainty,
living without you could not be worse than this.
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I’m the one who always controls you,
And now you want to fight?
I’ll just wait till your at your weakest,
And then I’ll strike.

So many pressures in this man-made world,
I’ll use them like I always do.
I’ll wait till something shatters,
After all, it’s always been just me and you.

How dare you kick me out,
Of this which is my home.
I’ve taken you through nightmares,
You cannot roam.

I’ll make you control and hate,
You’ll push the good away.
I’ve been doing this so long,
Don’t you know I’m in control every day?

—————————————————-
Well, we need a little exorcism…
Right here, right now…
you see its only invisible chains that bind me,
I’ll get free somehow…

The man you are today is not who you will be tomorrow,
Despite the pains and bullshit sorrows.
you cannot sit in those old losses and sorrows,
Cause that is where the Ghost-Man hides.

Get out, be gone, free from your evil curse,
Despite the fear and uncertainty,
living without you could not be worse than this.
————————————————————

I’m stronger than this spirit, this thing buried deep inside my mind,
If he thinks he’s staying this time, I think I’ll turn the tide.
Always you have been there, telling me that I’m no good,
You caused strife and strain and I’m tired of this ride.

You always told me everything the wrong way, I’m afraid your opinion is wrong,
I’m exorcising you tonight, here today and tomorrow is gone.

I’m the ghost that was deep inside you,
I used to reside in your head.
But now I cannot deny you,
Because you’ve made me dead.
Thomas Spychalski 


Dream to Dream and Other Things

July 20, 2019

It’s always in the dead of night,
That the moonlight is falling…
Now in the middle of the night,
No one can ever see you crawling.

The spin we spin will spin forever,
Unless we all come a calling.
And just when you think you feel the end,
It seems a new day is dawning.
………………………………………………………
Drifting from dream to dream and other things,
We can all hear the voices.
They call to us to keep us safe in ourselves,
And guide us to the proper choices.

Dreaming away inside this open space,
Not quite sure where I fit in the Human race,
but just know if you keep your own pace,
There will be a place for you.
………………………………………………………

So in the light of the newborn day,
You see she will see you praying.
So begins a journey back to yourself,
And now there is no more delaying.

Forget the night its darkness is over,
And start possible dreams.
It’s only there to guide us to the next day,
And this is only as real as it seems.

………………………………………………………

So in the light of the newborn day,
You see she will see you praying.
So begins a journey back to yourself,
And now there is no more delaying.

Forget the night its darkness is over,
And start possible dreams.
It’s only there to guide us to the next day,
And this is only as real as it seems.

………………………………………………………
Drifting from dream to dream and other things,
We can all hear the voices.
They call to us to keep us safe in ourselves,
And guide us to the proper choices.

Dreaming away inside this open space,
Not quite sure where I fit in the Human race
but just know if you keep your own pace,
There will be a place for you.
Thomas Spychalski 


Honest Monsters

July 19, 2019

I need a voice to hear my misery,
I need someone to fix then delete.
Wishing and wanting for roses and thorns,
Someone’s pain to heal then compete.

Honest words from a monster in hell,
Gold and jewels always buried beneath.
Love you to hate when you don’t fit,
Even the gods among us have sharp teeth.

The words written here, no longer give a damn,
Lost too many times to roll any cursed dice.
What’s the use in the vacuum illness causes me,
Where if I love once, I get chained up twice?

Liar on the good side, average everyday Halloween,
Costumed in period pieces of scars never healed.
Savior on your best days I let you in past the covers,
You started to care, my god so sorry, your fate was sealed.
Thomas Spychalski


A Typical Nero

July 17, 2019

The same version of the same thing,
running from fire to fire.
Putting them out by conditioning,
Another gold star to acquire.

Meanwhile, the ash of conquered flames,
Blends in the skin of the ‘hero.’
Prophecy marked, a blessing or a curse?
When the counters stand at zero.

Cannot stop what one was built for,
There has to be a better way.
Loving and loathing the same side,
On the record, the needle that makes it play.
-Thomas Spychalski


Glue

July 13, 2019

Every now and then,
People come in,
That make me feel less broken.

Then we go out back,
I show you the scarred skin,
That is why you’re chokin’.

Do not mean to kill,
Location closer,
That is my ‘mind-field.’

Only when defenses stop,
Naked under glue,
Do you see my true yield.

Sorry to be weak,
Ages of pain,
Saw the weakest fall.

So come be glue,
Under the cut papers,
No ones read at all.
Thomas Spychalski


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