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

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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 


Little Miss Cure-All

January 1, 2019

Call me from the specter of the retreat,
Cut it tight, make it right, make me complete.
Outsider, call me when you taste full defeat,
Love you in pain, your healing makes me feel deceit.

I was built to heal your breaches in your walls,
Did not matter if I was the one taking the falls.
Need me when bleeding, not when my demon calls,
Misery does not walk, it aches, it nags, it crawls.

Little Miss Cure-All,
Be you bottled or fantasy,
Little Miss Cure-All,
I kill us casually,
Little Miss Cure-All,
My essence is the casualty.
Thomas Spychalski 


Sold Me

December 26, 2018

Ground floor and it’s all on sale,
They got wares to sell you all.
Feast if you like, the food is stale,
Obey, weak, siren’s call.

Discounted dreams and clearance love,
Everything you want under one roof.
All for you unless ‘push’ meets ‘shove,’
Wallet bare, case empty, bears the proof.

Yeah, you sold me too,
On these things, people will do.
Sold me up, washed me out,
Outcome never in doubt.

Sold us all on snake oil,
To make us slave and toil,
Sold me on the poisons,
You get when you boil over.

Refused purchase, sent for return,
A true fire sale, watch it burn,
All based on what you ‘earn.’
Non-buyers need not be concerned.

No sale.
-Thomas Spychalski


Hideaway

December 26, 2018

Million miles from civility,
Stars blotted out by old blood.
The room is silent, mind screams,
Frozen outside and in for today.

I’ll stick this knife in my own guts,
Safer now for you, normalcy for me.
Pressure builds blows past the cap,
These are the days of: “don’t give a fuck.”

Safe harbors built from toxicity that sticks,
Here old men tell tales of past wars long lost.
Drydocked for being real and spitting reality,
Never a sheep nor shepherd but this full moons rising.

Peaceful here as one can be swaddled in dyed cotton,
Woven from the things you pull right from the skin.
Temporary disconnection notice, all must evacuate,
Even though the real issue is no one is here at all.
Thomas Spychalski


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