AND WE SLEPT (pt 2)

It can be lonely when you’re laying there
Underneath these blankets, feeling the cold air tickle you from the other side
Adjusting limbs to gain a comfortable posture
The cycle of air repeating endlessly throughout your body
With all movements in sync
Hopefully the day has drained the brain of every thought that you should think
So that nothing remains but the darkness we venture into so casually
Absorbing the rest like a clockwork sponge
When the body shuts down the mind is still playing
Changing every visual component
Eyelids frozen in a stone-like element
The gentle sound of the night creeps ever so softly
Rapping on my shoulders like the final moments of a massage
Muscles clenched, then the drain lures me in and I take full advantage of every inch
And I shall let go and relinquish control of every single sense
Now I sense that the door is closing
The blackest part of the eve entombed me
Land filled with Zs
Please whisper pleasantries
….and put myself at ease

~THOMAS

PLEASE ABORT

Swallowed up in your motel
Since you know we wont fair well
There isnt enough blood to sell
When you departed with no farewell

Crawled back in to speed things up
Just because; Just enough
The want for comfort, the spirit’s guide
Everyone you know has died

Seems in dreams we are the hunted
But the real world produces the men we fear
You always wanted a new career

Just hang it up, there is no soul on the other end
You’re in this hole, you haven’t a friend
Its a timeless masterpiece of betrayal
Its a crime that pays to see you jailed

And honest reflection consists of a down
When many waters have seen demise
Forcing sad eyes to jump and drown
A tiny man cut down to size
Missionary….positon to reign without a crown
A life in limbo, lost and found

~THOMAS

CARLO TRESCA (1879-1943)

Tresca is remembered as a leading public opponent of fascism, Stalinism, and Mafia infiltration of the trade union movement. Tresca was assassinated by a Mafia gunman in 1943.

Tresca became a major figure among Italian-Americans in trying to halt Benito Mussolini’s attempts to organize Italian immigrants into Fascist support groups. At this time, Tresca was editing an anti-Fascist newspaper named Il Martello, where he blasted Mussolini as a class enemy and traitor (the latter accusation made reference to the fact that Mussolini had been a socialist in the past). Tresca’s activities were being monitored in Rome, while, in the United States, he was under heavy surveillance from the US government. In 1926, Fascists attempted to assassinate Tresca with a bomb during a rally.

During the 1930s, Tresca became an outspoken opponent of Soviet Communists and Stalinism, particularly after the Soviet Union had engineered the destruction of the anarchist movement in Catalonia and Aragon during the Spanish Revolution.

Prior to this, Tresca had supported the Bolsheviks, reasoning that a communist state was preferable to a capitalist state, regarding Soviet Communists as allies in the fight against Fascism.

CARLO TRESCA (1879-1943)

Tresca is remembered as a leading public opponent of fascism, Stalinism, and Mafia infiltration of the trade union movement. Tresca was assassinated by a Mafia gunman in 1943.

Tresca became a major figure among Italian-Americans in trying to halt Benito Mussolini’s attempts to organize Italian immigrants into Fascist support groups. At this time, Tresca was editing an anti-Fascist newspaper named Il Martello, where he blasted Mussolini as a class enemy and traitor (the latter accusation made reference to the fact that Mussolini had been a socialist in the past). Tresca’s activities were being monitored in Rome, while, in the United States, he was under heavy surveillance from the US government. In 1926, Fascists attempted to assassinate Tresca with a bomb during a rally.

During the 1930s, Tresca became an outspoken opponent of Soviet Communists and Stalinism, particularly after the Soviet Union had engineered the destruction of the anarchist movement in Catalonia and Aragon during the Spanish Revolution.

Prior to this, Tresca had supported the Bolsheviks, reasoning that a communist state was preferable to a capitalist state, regarding Soviet Communists as allies in the fight against Fascism.

THERE IS NO PICKET FENCE

Life is long, exploiting everyone in a way that won’t allow us to remain young
And life is indifferent regarding our sicknesses and weaknesses
There are lessons here
Without being force fed life could never feed us this
So how much more do we lose?
Because breathing is like sleeping on icebergs just to soften a bruise
Life has shown promises
The glory of the proposition
And the shame which abolishes
Life has tear gas in it’s plan
You can hold your breath for years and yet will never understand
There are no guarantees
Don’t even pump your brakes in this car that was built for fleeing thieves
Without this many curves we’d all drive right into the ocean
So be compassionate with anonymity
And do good with perpetual motion
And let yourself not be tamed under the guise of a false pretense
Life is always thy enemy; there is no picket fence

~Thomas

THE EVIDENCE

It’s the consequence of privileged information.
You can run, you can hide,
But light will find a way
And wither away

Haunted and haunting, we all are followed
By shadows from martyrs and mercenaries
Diseased by information
Plagued by what we know.

Down the empty corridor to the coroner
It’s clear, you’ve got what they want, and they’ll find you
Haunted and haunting, we are followed by shadows
Plagued by what we know

Burn the evidence; It’s enough to make a case
It’s enough to incriminate


It’s just a matter of time before they find, find out.
It’s just a matter of time, young man.


(Her fingers, like spiders
Spun a web my body couldn’t shed)

It’s just a matter of time before they find, find out.
It’s just a matter of time, young man.

-The Receiving End of Sirens

MARITIME KNOWLEDGE

Drill into my brain
With maritime knowledge, manual restraint
You’ll keep ignorance as a close companion
Just be sure to take a vacation from the truth
So the apple won’t fall far from the tree with forbidden fruits
And many wanderers will walk right off the face of the earth
Smile back, trek into abysmal buoyancy
Illustrating our lives with urgency
And a tendency to stay aloof

Drill into my brain
With honor we must face resistance
Like an unadulterated perennial question
I beg of the one who asks
With our hands wide open
Drop the weapons, remove all masks
Bask in the fragrance of all the roses that were given
They die just to bring us flowers
With coffins on a misson
In death, brush the cheeks with red
Lingering for hours
Flies circling the head

Drill into my brain
Leaving just enough blood to create the vital stain
Red herring, swept from dusk
Without the dawn’s eye caring
Fluids oozing out like lust
And masters never daring to ask whereupon nor why
I have been crafted into a sorrowful ghost
Ghastly I tear by
On into a night once painted, tickled with only the most royal of blues
When the messenger has fainted
When we won’t absorb his news

Drill into my brain
With maritime knowledge
With egotism so mundane
Accompanied by mighty horses
Victorious yet drained
Has my chariot sent us flailing?
A course on night terror repeats
Does anyone feel pain?
When the sobs are met with sheets
Perhaps it was a blessing
This seagoing tale of friends
And like the man on television sells you, you can all erase your sins
When medication fails you
When wits have met their ends
Call on a greater understanding
One which navigates the bends

~THOMAS