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Ache in the Art

There’s a deep ache in the art…
There’s a place you can go
Where nobody knows
How the love you held
Could
So easily be
ashed from a cigarette …
we move from mountains to valleys
So easily used to the news
Are we surviving ?
Or are we just numb from trying …
There’s a dream I keep remembering
Where we follow the shadows down,
we keep creating
Lines across paper
Making our own way …
The sun keeps on setting…
Blood in the water
Says I don’t have much time…
I still have the scars
From all of those nights…
There’s just enough room
To build a new line
word after word …
Chasing some kind of Immortality
a shade of sky
There’s some kind of pain
Some kind of rain …
I’m not looking for anything
But my own peace of mind …
My own solitude
I think I remember
But I soon forget
Wherever we’re going
We have to leave behind …

-E
Regardingsamuel.com

@adamchasefields 📷

Get gone

Come on back
To the outside of town
Where the dust and the earth and the moon get down …
Get gone now, past the interstate
The city lights
The on ramp
The mile marker
My hometown
My big mistake
God only knows
We’ve been working hard
Forever now…
Sinful as they come
Can I lay down with you,
I don’t have time
To carry all this hate
Got to lay it down
Got to lay it down
Got to get gone now
Got to get away …
——
We’ve got to lay it down
We’ve got to drive it out
Past the interstate
Further on out
Where the dust and the earth and the moon get down…

-E
Regardingsamuel.com

Francis Cash #29

Ethan: How are you feeling today boys? You want to do stuff today or just be lazy?
Francis: I’m feeling kind of snackish…maybe the porch.
Ethan: The other day I asked you and you didn’t want to do ANYTHING.
Francis: Well you always want to go cave diving or bike jumping or book stores! Climb mountainy mountains!
Ethan: I asked if you wanted to go to the park…
Francis: Oh…wheely? Wows…I don’t ‘member that…

3am

3am
(I’m going to have to convert a room into a studio because with pets this is almost impossible)

3am
This is your hurt calling
—-
How many,many is the numeral infinity….
The notebooks you fill
To catch the oceans inside
——
But we still try
——
And you are
Silver and gold
——
Hearts still beating
On the butchers floor
——
Feel the stars take the hold
——
3am
This is your hurt calling
——
You live and you hold
Silver and gold
Stars and Infinity
Constantly grow
Let the earth take hold
Oceans
Oceans
——
You could never be held
Not with control
——
You deserve to be free
——
Free
——
3am

-Regardingsamuel.com
-E

Hard lessons

Just let me be me
Don’t let me be good
Let me be great
Stop the world
Stop settling
Don’t be ok
With showing up
To your destiny
Late
—//
I should already be dead
Sometimes I wonder why you did it
What would make you end it,
Came up on nothing
Cold concrete
Heated by kerosine
Rolls of carpet in the hallway
-///
Working everyday
Full time from the age of 16
Overtime because I’ve got a dream
—///
New hustle
New religion
Stacked adrenaline
Stranger in this town
Left it for the iron city
Bags are at the door
Been training to lift it
Since the age of ….
6
Names under scripture
Highlighted by gin
Whispers wondering where you’ve been
-///
I don’t have time to rest
She said managing monotony and monogamy was like putting murder in her mind
She’s dying from the small town life ,
She’s doing things she said she never would…
She’s thinking about things she said she never would …
—///
You don’t fit in and you don’t stand out
You are a new kind of ….
A new mind of…
—-//
Bond girl
Straight out of water
Kill lights
She’s all power
Couple
Feet on the ground
She’s got a hit list
She’s taking things out
We threw punches
Spit blood
Broke prides
Life isn’t a fairy tale
Life isn’t free
Hard lessons learned
—-//
Go in hard like an icon
Come up running
Came from nothing
And they’ll keep it from you if you let it
Nothing’s guaranteed
Read the fine print
Hold them to it
New fire
Fresh hustle
Old power
Take this iron city and lift it
Buy a new dream
Forget bling
Show me a start up running on
Hustle
Step for step
Dancing like Muhammad Ali
Just waiting you sleepers out
Coming up worthless
Sitting back observing
Waiting on the bell
Waiting on the knockout
Now everyone’s married
Locked in 18 to life
Living on dad
Dead at 30
What’s that echo?
Bell…
Feet on the ground
Building
—///
Don’t show up late to your dream…
—-///
Don’t settle
It’s a struggle
Power couple
Full hustle
Build
No kids
She wants a prenup
Hustler all her life
She’s not a bad bitch
She’s not even savage
she’s quietly building
buying this town
She’s coming up

She’s not after luxury

She’s leaving a legacy

Thankful

I know
Deep inside
That I am not good
—-
I try to be
—-
I try to be better
—-
But inside
I want to be lazy
I want to do nothing
I want to scream
——
I try to be thankful
For the things I have
For those who support me
And encourage me
—-
Theres
Nothing
To compare
To
Anything
Beautiful
Encouraging you
Be thankful
——
Oh they will sell you a used ticket to an empty stage
And call it life
But I’ve been up and down
I remember where I came from
——
You get what you are
And if you are romantic
And you are driven
Nothing can kill that
Not even hard times
—-/
You may have a few days
But you come back
——
I am thankful
For what I have
And for those
Who encourage and believe in me
And let me say
——
I will always remember
And
When I come back around
——-
I am what I am
I only know how to be me
——
I’ll dance with you
And I’ll cook for you
And I’ll get drunk from your lips
——/
I know inside I’m not good
But I’ve always tried
I’ve always tried….
And I’m thankful
For her.
-E

Out of mind

There’s a man

Going around

Passing out promises

Gold and silver too

But the success

Never reaches down this far

No,

They won’t follow you down

And every woman I know

Works harder than two men

And they love

And they bleed

And they sew up our needs

And like Cash said

“When the man comes around”

Well, they won’t follow you down

So we fight

And we survive

Even when our paychecks

Barely make it through

What else are we to do

The silver and gold

Doesn’t come down this far

But they pass it around

With promises too

But they won’t follow you down

—-///

And I

I can’t write

My head is filled with clouds

I try to sit

But I can’t breathe

I watch the colour in the trees

And I think

About the dumpster on the side of the road where we used to get shoes and we used to get books…

And I think

About time

I hope I’ve used mine

Well

I think about the old man

Who lived in a school bus

And had a teenager for a wife

Her eyes said she had escaped something worse

A sort of curse

But I was too young to understand

Now, I think as I try to write, what good am I? What good am I?

If we can’t listen

If we look away

What good am I

And what good have I done …

A clouded head is part of Crohn’s

Just like the ache in the bones

The shouting stomach

The anxiety and the depression

I write about it but I can’t talk about it

And you’ll never see it

I guess

We all are just stories in the end

And we want what we want

And we say it sets us apart

And we expect others to know

But part of us stays on the road

Because even we don’t know…

And all we have is time…