Damp things, Brittle things

This isn't my lone wolf act.
Its my name.
Leader of lost and maimed,
the scared and misguided.
I had a plan.
But everything collided inside.
It fell short on bravado and bullshit.
Its time for plan B.
Follow my footsteps.
Broke up Next to
shrapnel stinging
softsides of tiptoes...
We know this and
the how it so often goes,
Help me help you help us

Let's tear open a kitchen and make broken breakfast like my father never died

Scars today
medals tomorrow...
All we need...
we already are...
Together... we will be

The B Team.
A crack-pot group of drug addict refugees,
Those worth more than the bottoms they are found on.
The broke, the beautiful, and the brave.
No one is left behind.

make something out of it

some days we spend
finding holes in ourselves
that we put there
we put too many of them there
and you can't tell oranges
from bananas anymore
Unless they get stuck in your teeth
like some kind of lost belief
we all fell from the trees
I'm not the only one
you
you too can find this
the way
the Lost
The real hard
haggard to have
the heart cost
be my valentine
my dead father Valentine's heart
broken or lost a suicidal thoughts
we were all born to rock
back and forth
but there's no mentor
To this swaying
riding alone is no way
to go home we know
where the coffins end up
Just another Jon Jon Jon Tron
Sassy ashes,
be my only lighter
later
be my only dark spot
on the moon
be my maybe we should pay the rent,
be my valentine
& let's make something out of it