Your Soul Shrinks

Shape shifter , changing form,
Whatever it takes, to conform,
To the wishes of your client,
Either a mouse or a giant,
As long as you receive your pay,
You can be content with giving your ass away,
It makes me think and become disgusted,
To think I considered you could be trusted,
A walking disease, an open pit,
A nympho bitch, I'm glad I just didn't sit,
On my hands for too long a time,
And be taken where I don't belong, into the slime,
Your colors you've shown, though they are faded,
The narcotics you consume, leave you jaded,
Take you down, take you for a ride,
Symptoms fatal, behind your mask you hide,
Trying to anestisize the feeling you can't let,
Roll out of you, but you can't forget,
Someone, somewhere, fucked up your world,
Maybe it happened when you were a little girl,
Made you think you were unloved,
Maybe told you that you were,
I think that is where it came from,
I feel for you but, there's not a lot I can do,
Let you walk yourself through
and hope the hate you breathe subdues,
Your vision sucks,
It's so belittling,
Your soul shrinks,
From the constant whittling.

© October 28, 1995 Rod Arbogast





Sticky Bitch

My skin of steel, armory,
Thickening from memories,
Build it higher, this wall of shit,
That holds me together, deal with it,
You attack has not been a success,
Your frustration grows, with each blow I deflect,
Thought you had the upper hand,
Obviously you didn't understand,
I'm so glad you fucked yourself,
I can see now, you need a lot of help,
Your campaign against me,
Has been vanquished, instantly,
You should rethink your strategy,
Contemplate the stupidity,
I should have known you didn't mean a thing,
At least I wasn't blind to your actions, teetering,
On the edge, not looking first,
You step off, this is your curse,
I see a child, abandoned, abused,
Sick and haggard, knowing only how to use,
Everyone, who crossed your path,
And all the drugs that you could grasp,
Twisting words, wrestling,
With yourself, addicted weakling,
Set it up, tear it down,
Then you see, no ones around,
So sell yourself, so sell your soul,
For just a fix, sell your hole,
You stay awake for days on end,
Then coming down go to sleep again,
When you wake, when you come to,
So kiss yourself and kiss my ass,
And admit you've been outclassed.

© October 28, 1995 Rod Arbogast





Listening To The Shadows

Where will I go?
Where will I lay my head?
Where did I go wrong?
Where did I get this dread?
Now the curtain falls,
I've been cast out to the void,
A split second decision made in haste,
My little piece of life destroyed,
Why did you let it take hold?
The insanity that takes your trust,
And lines your face with old age,
All your plans that were,…are dust,
This has affected me thoroughly.
I contract the sickness that you spread,
I've been cast out as if I didn't exist,
Just all misunderstandings in your head,
I grieve for what I thought could be,
A lasting friendship of mutual respect,
I worked real hard to help you see,
How others try to disease and infect,
I think you fell off your rocker, hard,
You let your mind wander away too far,
Until you couldn't retrieve the pieces,
That you need to treat your scars,
Do you really know what's real anymore,
Do you know who you can trust,…if anyone,
Do you feel the vultures circling overhead,
Can you begin to fathom what you've done,
All of the things that have lead up to this,
Have had to be overcome to insure your survival,
They've made you tough and made you strong,
Yet, you judge me as if I am on trial,
I'm sorry that you've had to lose touch,
And couldn't even begin to listen to the truth,
When I tried to express what I have felt,
To clear the air of the thick fog that constantly grew,
It grew denser as I tried to speak my mind,
Until I couldn't even be seen by your eye,
A wall was constructed at the speed of sound,
I just hated to think that it meant good-bye,
Where will I find a friend again?
Where will I regain the trust I need?
To reach out to another human being,
To take a chance and try to have a friendship succeed.

© July 2, 1995 Rod Arbogast





Bar Fly's

Such a clamor all around me,
The chattering of teeth and gum,
The endless line of words spoken,
After the fact the words are deftly spun,
Into a silk of treason and contradiction,
A web slowly is formed to be a lure to foolish ones,
Dangerously awaiting contact to ensnare,
Victims that eventually fall prey and more continue to come,
People talking to each other,
Some talk at you indefinitely,
Others only comment on what's seen,
Still others repeat and twist skillfully,
Seeking destruction of the moral fiber,
The material of your self may reflect this,
If you let it string you along like an ass,
Eventually you see something badly amiss.

© June 30, 1995 Rod Arbogast

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