Joshua Denney

Catalyst for Change

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Keep Up and On

i don’t want to see anyone
anyone broken holed up like a rotted coca cola
burnin trees on your knees
fuck the world and its disease
dying inside and outsides not
it stays alive to work and fought
for the better
but in the worse
the death the dying the hatred, the curse
the feeling of never wanting
never wanted and never will be
never listened?
listened up? maybe somethings i see
i feel an ocean, filled with black
i feel a welling up of a heart attack
numbness
who knows whats in it for me next
i don’t speak from the heart
cuz its all torn and spit out
so y’all just get out of my mind
before i take my soul out
yours too, i’ll take any fuckin kind

you cant help the helpless and the people who choose the death
take a fuckin number please
i’ll try and do my best
spill out all your sorrows
infect with your disease
i wasn’t going to use this life of mine anyways
might as well use it for what you please

please take a knife and run it down your left arm
tell me if you’d like to do it, tell me if you can harm
yourself, the world, the closest friends
END it kid, nothing to live for, is that the way its been???
if not, change it up, throw the knife on the floor
get your act together, change your mind, the world is yours
take it like a man/girl/boy/woman or child
ain’t no prejudice in the infinite
anyone can get up n get wild
anyone can make a million bucks
dreams are never far from truth
makin it happen is another thing
gotta start by listening to…
THE RIGHT
YOU KNOW IT
ITS ALWAYS BEEN, WILL ALWAYS BE
NOTHING EVER CHANGED
YOU TWISTED THE FACTS AND WHAT YOU SEE

so weep and cry and sob and tear
go smoke your cannabis, go drink your beer
but it wont take it away
it never goes, never will
spine tingling senses but could you never feel the chill?

troubled souls, tortured, broken hearts, torn down
so many different things you can tell from a simple frown
the glazed over dead eyes
the monotonal talk
the multitude of feelings that can come out of the distraught

nothing said, nothing solved
farewell, i’ve been robbed
no justice, no peace
just live on and keep …happy?…

I Cry

i cry
for all the children left alone
theres no justice in this world
for all the boys and little girls

theres never been a place better off for them
but home is not the place that’s offered them
keeping things and secrets kept
under the rug the lies are swept

never understanding
the parents keep pretending
quiet and inside they keep
knowing but never try to speak
for fear of knowing
for hate of being
the problems came from
the anger feeling

take a look inside your kid’s eyes
don’t look away because it takes that extra effort
stare and start to realize, the troubling times that come to the surface
you’d never think the way they think
but remember back when you were 18?
when 18 was old and they were young
you can still remember farther some
the pictures they drew
the poems they wrote
the scars they keep
the ragged old rope

you never knew how close you came
but since i am revealing
its all the same
we become who we are
and who we are is what we’ve lived
who’s loved us and who’s cared for us
in minds so small and fragile
the biggest dreams can come
connect, converse, control your fate
for death comes quick
no reason to wait
on oprah, on god, on the devil’s back door
no matter where its been, there’s more and more
to get through the heart and into the soul
those young ones eyes will grow back from coal
their hearts filled back with the blood of the love
arteries pumping something called life through the veins

if there’s one thing to know and only one thing i can offer
it’s to keep the sparkle in the children’s eyes
because without any care there is unnecessary demise

Empty Alone

empty alone
nobody home
but me
empty inside
eating me alive
stopping soon
dont like this room
slowly glowing
potential showing
feeling surges
hell bent on change
empty equals out
inside equals hate
hate is too strong
for what is what fate?
fate doesnt matter
when you are sitting alone
turned off the ringer
of the little black fone
thoughts so abstract
but feelings nonetheless
coming together
bringing out the best
i soon suspect
that less is more less is coming to the door
can’t find the handle do i still snore?
makin sense and making cents relate to eachother
like no sisters but brothers
and one mother
who i love the most
and a ghost who was supposed to be there if i choked
now i wrote this hope
and i write this way
heres to getting away
heres to getting to stay
while still being far far away
where no one ever goes
but me

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