It hurts so good
To get us understood
Why, under the hood
Of this car, parts broken
Are hidden, the quasar
Guitar out of this planet
We want to escape this
Current stipulation,
Your Oregon Trail
Keeps our stomachs
In travail, dropping
Off dead bodies
Decaying the
Smell that kills,
Steals, destroys
Our ploys to get
Well.
It hurts so good
When you text me
How real the pain
Came to be, when in
One hour the victory
Was a high tower,
And remnants of
Tearful fractions
Of time spent
Aspires to dispel
Into thin air,
Like mount Everest
We have given our
Very best to stand
On top of the world,
We have welded the
Sword, aimed for the
Academy Award for
Best original screenplay
About pain and running away.
Like 17 year old
Girlfriends that
Let the tension
Become the lesion
And tears made
Up the fall, that
After it all, Ender
Would save us all,
The brilliant dance
Would change our
Romance.
Aspiring to be free
I never saw it away
From me. Huddled up
In a stoic apartment
Getaway, scribbling
This story as lived
By today, dividing it
As the bible of Ruckus,
What commotion has
Brought it to this?
It hurts so good that
You took your cookies,
Our goodies, your
Priorities out the door,
Your shoes not on
This floor, the upstairs
Boxes, your shoe laces
In remote places,
The laceration spaces
Reserved in need of
Graces aggravated
Against consciousness
It hurts so good when
She broke it off in the
Dead of winter. I was
Aflutter to respond
To her voicemail,
But it ended in jail,
With no money for bail.
I set this ship a sail
Toward a new ocean,
An eccentric commotion,
Stirring inside this affidavit
Written with strike through
Letters effect, to reject is
To collect what could
Never be fathomed,
Turned loose like
A bad phantom.
We all want to change
The national anthem to
Be less free, less open
Ended to getting branded
And Wounded.
It hurts so good
When August blew
Past us and porch lit
Sunsets would get
Dim, set on letting
Go, but choking on
Tears that abrasion
Never scarred so
Easily, that sweet
Sweet summer
Would end eventually.
The midnight affray,
The vision of a new day
The empty white box
Counting the loss, a
A simple toss into
The river, taping over
The sliver in time dedicated
To her.
It hurts so good to know
That every contusion that
Keeps us up all night, will
Only shine bright and bring
More light to discoloration.
That sometimes confusion
Is the best place to start
The conversation.
Houses can be rebuilt to
Feel more like home
And on that Day when
He meets the groan, it
Will be made known that
I didn’t shy away, coy
In dismay, hid like a boy,
But rather I stood a
Better man, that my striving
Was not in vain, that from
Day one it was made plain
That death to all this pain,
Would make my soul sing,
And crossing over into
The heavenly ring, would
Cover multitudes of
Seemingly contorted
Pain.
It hurts so good to know
That every inch of God
Consciouness will make
Up for all this nonsense,
That golden roads and the
Endless placid river, we
Will see the giver—of life,
Of joy, of endless banqueting
Delights and He will stand
With all might and the bearer
Of our blind sight, The Man,
The Mission, The scar, here’s
My life so far, I embrace the pain.
