Mix of lyrics and poems

from several books

By JD GlasscockPublished 5 years ago • 6 min read

Eternally fucked up artist

Poem by JD Glasscock

Thoughts are crazed rides against the fabric of ecclestial perfidity, warped lids of eyes turned spiraling inward into twisted maccabre breaks into dark alcoves and seedy underlit bars.....too many thighs in short skirts and painted on mimicry of emotives in ruby reds and electric purples.....too much cleavage and not enough heart, too much sweat and not enough truth......it is in the knee scuffed beggar's jaunt where hard blues echos much chewed over sooth to the diadem of art's secrets, the cache of genius and the thin divide of such from the cliff drop of white jackets and chains on tangled up limbs, and it is within this fulcrum of need, in this see saw eternally teetered hunger for balance and clarity that the carved brush of masterpiece stretches, claws it's way into the periphreal of a ghost's tombstone smile.....it is in this much talked about ride that we slide into the want of neccessity and the lick lip teeth first chomp of want, it is within the shadows of these story book trees that we seed to breathe and dream, and fuck and thieve all we were ever taught to hold faith against to not believe, and it is in this shit storm we dig up a modicum of wisdom, a kernal of choyed up worth....and it is within this pit of self escapulated delusional set that we understand in that final push to forever, that we are but a child in the pin point of a thread weaving eternity, and our pitiful grasp at immortality is but the parting of lips to the canvas stretched beyond the loom we do not see and can not fathom....that we are the proverbial ant beneath boot... that we are the garden, and the snake, and reaching of hand to forbidden fruit

Sailor of the seas

Lyrics by JD Glasscock

Half past a monkey’s ass

A quarter to his balls

She makes me crazy in the head

Pounds hammers on the wall

Cause I’m a sailor boy, a sailor of the seas

Out on leave, with my heart on my sleeve

She had a heart as cold as ice

I loved her with a fire

That melted it twice

But three is the number to win a person’s heart

And three was the number that I never could part

So now I walk alone in the timbers of the hills

Dreaming of a time when I loved her still

But never will I sail the ocean wide

Cause I failed to make her my beautiful bride

Half past a monkey’s ass

A quarter to his balls

She makes me crazy in the head

Pounds hammers on the walls

Cause I’m a sailor boy

A sailor of the seas

Out on leave with my heart on my sleeve

A half shaven hombre's fable to label the everafter

Poem by jd glasscock

Spinning table top toys across the formica of wants and aspirations......whirling the hunger of hedonistic assertations....and it is a yearning stretching into the long night that pummels our flesh into the tool to fool the rule of our self indulgent ego-- to strap the limbs of avarice into the hard edged maw of truth hammered into the iron expunging our beliefs into the do of step exfoliating the next......a characature of remiss toiling an errand in the pirohuette of a courtesan plying a trade into the recesses of a memory's whoring of it's meat.....a dime store novel waiting to be dog eared in the striding of it's passage --- so throw your boots on...your hat tilted just so......a cigar burning fortitude into the ethers and the spurs and cracked leather of holstered dreams... a sardonic wink and the whimsy of a lopsided toothy grin and u are tumbling into the ghost streets of trick And treats, the flutter two steps of fruition to concrete --- the horizon is the ever illuminati aperture ever extorted closer to the lope of your feet into the ever after -- the saddle sweat closure to the beginnings of The Road--- ready......set......go

Skip to my lou my sweet

Poem by jd glasscock

enjoying the rolling platitudes of a well lived traipse down bricked gold......checking the floral arrangements decorating branches of trees flecked in wisdom shadowing the road....and it is in these flickers of moments between slips of second hands ticking that I see the smile of a true coin spinning fate across the threads of beauty unbridled and undone in the labyrnth normally decorating the pliability of these streets....she looks lollipop sweet in the cushions of my passionate sweat...... curves whispering songs I have never heard.....my fingers aching to touch the ocean pooling on the inside of her thighs.....

Living Hard

Lyrics by JD Glasscock

Sometimes life seems so so hard

And the road were on so so long

So i sit by the wayside

And play on my broken down old guitar

I'm singing about things

Fingers dancing on strings

And goes a little something like this

(Guitar solo)

We stare at the sun and want to run

from all our fears, just want to have fun

but the world aint having none

puts iron to our head and pulls the trigger of the gun

So we stand ourselves up, drink that whiskey from the cup

numb ourselves to the drudgery of this rut

and play rope a dope, do our best to trust our gut

Sometimes life seems so so hard

And the road were on so so long

So i sit by the wayside

And play on my broken down old guitar

I'm singing about things

Fingers dancing on strings

And goes a little something like this

(Guitar solo)

Hope is a coin we flip to the moon

days slipping by, our graves coming too soon

and our bones rattle to the edge of dream

truths dying within the rotting of the tree

and all we wanna do is fly free

but the chains are too heavy on these bloody streets

(Full band instrumental)

We stare at the sun and want to run

from all our fears, just want to have fun

but the world aint having none

puts iron to our head and pulls the trigger of the gun

So we stand ourselves up, drink that whiskey from the cup

numb ourselves to the drudgery of this rut

and play rope a dope, do our best to trust our gut

Sometimes life seems so so hard

And the road were on so so long

So i sit by the wayside

And play on my broken down old guitar

I'm singing about things

Fingers dancing on strings

And goes a little something like this

(Guitar solo)

The end is still waiting

our friends our now dead

the night is now falling

and the tune is fading in my head

the tune is fading in my head

All has been said

all has been put to bed

There's a light on the hill..

Fuck me eyes

Lyrics by JD Glasscock

I love the way her hips sway against the wind

the way her dress moves like the curves of a river

I love the way her lips say hello

soft kisses in dimly lit beds