Forgive, Forget, Forgive.

September 3, 2017

One day the mirror speaks, asks why we look so cold,

My only response: “Brother, this is getting old.”

Burn many bridges, make many amends,

Save your self-abuser, kill your friends.

 

Forgive, forget, forgive…

heart like a lion, mind like a sieve,

Forget, forgive, forget…

brilliance was forgotten, now just a threat.

I know none can trust me anymore, but they hold on still, want me to wake up, even if we never make up because even the coldest of stars hate to see another fall from the skies.

 

One night the wounds might speak, ask why can’t we heal?

My response: “But it’s you that spins this wheel.”

Act like we don’t see, turn you back on those to be,

Blessing the demons, shunning ‘Mother’ unapologetically.

 

Forgive, forget, forgive…

heart like a lion, mind like a sieve,

Forget, forgive, forget…

brilliance was forgotten, now just a threat.

I know none can trust me anymore, but they hold on still, want me to wake up, even if we never make up because even the coldest of stars hate to see another fall from the skies.

-Thomas Spychalski


Sins of the Father

August 16, 2016

cropped-404193_353356824685439_994789052_n.jpgThe sins of the father shall be visited on the son a thousand times,

I’ve put myself on trial but it’s not me, these are not my crimes.

Swallowed poisoned thoughts, ingrained there by repetition,

Battered the lights given whenever I would go into remission.

 

And now faced with the decision,

Do we continue that stale transmission?

Or walk out into the fear that binds,

Lose these eyes that blind my own mind.

Daddy dearest, father blue, I’m now you.

And all I can ask is do you see me yet?

 

Drowned myself in evil medicine to heal thyself madly,

Clutching onto the dull cause I think I need it so badly.

Must stay still, must be the most silent god of gods,

We don’t ever spoil the child here, we spoil the rod.

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