[khg] jump and miss

start screaming
take your cues
tell them dear
what is mickey saying
throw the bottle
and its over the edge
laughing inside
screaming outside
over and out
we are going
to give them nightmares
until they learn to laugh

[khg] as they should be

there are things
thing that are
as they should be
things that are not
as they should be
when you walked out
leaving her alone
when you said
you would never return
she took off her ring
a sacrifice to the ground
it represented a lie
all the love was gone
she would never wear it
not for you
not for her
not for the kids
not for the family on holidays
not for the husband
that stayed
after you left
hurt but understanding

[khg] hear and now

we could have done better
at making it worse
dancing to the moonlight
in motions angry and terse
sold in a manner the same

still trying to makes sense
of the turn of the century
the tick tick of the tsk tsk
turn it out to burn it out

we could have done so much
with connotation and allusion
drinking madly the spirits
that fill this graveyard of confusion
soul in a manner less sane

still tying down the cents
of another lost decade
the rants of the rents
taking turns at slash and burn

we could have derived
the dreams of the dress
slamming against the wall
made of salty rocks of tears of distress
solid is the taste of sirens

still trying to remember
the night
the day
the taste
the scents
and what it was i needed to tell you

[khg] a beam of light

across the lands
in the early morning
a beam of light and life
to everything
the day breaks
in your heart
and out your eyes
a book
about your soul
a blanket
of love for the world
a bottle
of the freshest tea
a blade of grass
running through your fingers
a beam of light and life
spread across man

[khg] shaking the problem

trying to shake this taste
of clinched fists and broken skin
spending the nights walking
the cold damp streets
lights powered by loneliness
and trees of heartbreak
that blossom broken dreams
we meet along the way
your daydream blurry face
with a tired fading voice
you dont have to tell me
a hundred times over
i am not worth the bother
you dont ever have to say
all those things you had to
over and over and over again
but you always will
because that is just your way
another bottle of agony
poured on the wounds
of a long and forgotten
another dose of reality
as a i pick up the broken glass

[khg] blanket protection

how can you tell that child
with a straight face
that monsters dont exist?
are you not the one
still afraid years later
locking doors
looking over your shoulder
afraid to walk down the street
or talk to strangers
how much sleep do you get
on cold and windy nights
when the skeletons dance
out of the closet
heavy on your dreams
when was the last time
you felt comfortable
of happy or safe
how loud are the voices
funneling in from the past
right when you found
thought you found
piece and quiet
tell the poor girl
monsters do exist
they do attack
they do kill
they just dont look scary
they look like her
they have her eyes
and her fathers cheekbones