A Shift In Awareness
When I cross my heart and hope to die
The sense of eternity is oceanic
In her golden face returned to me
Until the dying truth is re-resurrected
Religious energy is misdirected
With one foot on the dash
And one on the wheel
Just going by feel
Bending the earth into service
Civilizations discontent to unnerve us
Humanity is saved by guilt
Misdrawn boundaries bled from your Crucifixion
Suffering from the fear of misapprehension
Ego screams extreme with sensations
The mother’s breast responds with contemplation
Drinking from the pool of unfairness
The last smile before a shift in awareness
Franki Chance
Copyright 2020
Every Piece I Had
Summer highways wave their souls
Still lingering to play that sweet sad song
How did shit go so wrong?
Will the next fear be better than before
On the streets of Hollywood looking for one more
You came to me that day
I was feeding on my own decay
In the forest of streets I can hear the drumbeats
Pushing humanity’s atrocities
Down into dark philosophies
Of infinite pain
Hanging from a hope on a utopic rope
In an acid rain
When a wasted sacrifice would suffice
To break the ice
So I could ask his advice
I had to work off what a
Beggar man begs
To fall away into a strange bed
And give her every piece I had
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