highs
and lows

highs and lows.

now, if i held anything as a philosophy
it would be that simple dichotomy

you see,
when it came to my family
there were no highs or lows to see

my father was as kind as a father could be
my brother, well,
he was exactly as a big brother should be
my mother never really regarded me
and it all balanced out in mediocrity

but settings always change
and that is the only constant
and people always rearrange
their reasons for their godsent mortality

highs
and lows

now, i find comfort
in alliteration
illumination
of lies slowly balanced
in an unsent meter
hatchback ill concieved
plots to transcend the finality
of we,

but now, ive lost track,
like i always do, and my train of thoughts
grows ill concieved and fuzzy

highs
and lows

have you heard the gentle backsnap
of that riviting riveted ride
or the ministrations of the pianoman
whose fingers fight the arthritis
earned to him by a million cover songs
shuffled across dancefloors
where the only thing wrong
are my stpes and your intentions
to drag me along
so that we might know a high

highs
and lows

faith comes to be little by little.

the mode flows like an unrepentant scream
and between its highs and lows i enumerate my inadequicies
oh, but like always
your sight cuts to the core of me
and there is nothing within
that isnt revealed to your sodomy.
ignore for a moment that what you see
isnt me; see,
you're just a bit off. thats just a lightpost
and yeah, i know-
ive never been so illuminating.

Good write...
So glad to see you back in here!

my two favorite lines
"my mother never really regarded me
and it all balanced out in mediocrity"
Excellent piece. What would we do without the highs and lows? They remind us of how alive we are.

thanks guys.