Cut

Rape my heart
take your pain out on me
insecurities
that only I can see
I promise i am the one to blame
no matter what to me it`s all the same
I carry on in the atonement
buried and bleeding in the moment
don`t hold anything back
Let me take it in
everything will be all right
I`m glad that we are friends
my guts are in my throat and my blood is on the floor
don`t be easy on me I`m sure that I can take some more
behind my eyes the rage is seething
I`m so far gone I`m barely breathing
the cup is half empty the cup is half full
if it makes you feel better i guess I will play the fool
just another court jester
bending backwards from the pressure
lets play a game together
but not doctor or house
It`s a good game when you`re clever
lets call it cat and mouse
chase me with your claws out when you win then we will trade
the cuts always clean when you live on the edge of a blade
it`s just another teeter totter
the inferno only gets hotter
shatter me like porcelain break me like a plate
I can`t even see the lines
is this love or is it hate?

Dreams of Iron, Dreams of Steel

The past is restless living in my dreams
Coming to the surface of the pool as I sleep
Mercifully the memories are unclearly seen
Voices and sounds of my times buried deep
welding torches my nightlight as I slumber
engines my lullaby, true "Heavy Metal Thunder"
Wide smiles and angry bellows
rage and happiness are strange bedfellows
So many things I still do not understand
Even as the years have past from boy into man
I grow in spirit body and mind
Yet cracks in my armor I still seem to find
Imperfections and secrets of my own true heart
the things that are haunting me, from where did I start
My parentage no longer troubles me it is something you
learn to take
The flaws of my own humanity a haunting I cannot shake.
L. John Knight
8/16/2011

All different walks of life...

Racisms a learned condition
They teach it through TV
They want me to fear you
They want you to hate me
They turned the tables, use the baby born in a stable
Trying to use the holy books to put death in the fable
They know we cant unite if they keep the situation unstable
They are going to keep us split up as long as they're able
But whether you are black white brown or red
Whether you got a hijab or a ball cap on your head
Or maybe your daddy wore a sombrero instead
We gotta come together to get the economy away from the fed
Take the power back and use it to take the starving some bread
Love one another like the red words really said
They hijacked all the religion
In order to send every one of us on a mission
I see everyone itchin to start bitchin'
Crazy people cookin evil in the kitchen
While everyone sits on their hands
A hundred thousand in the stands hating one guy who took a stand
All different walks of life who call themselves fans
But you are all just slaves to a brand
John Lennon had an idea wouldnt it be grand
If we all dropped the torches and took eachothers hands
If we quit hating eachother over melanin
If we took the hate and instead of quelling it
We turned it on the people who are sellin it
The hates the game they play with your mind
Look deep inside and i bet you will find
All different walks of life are stuck in the grind
Trying to teach you to see it
Don't choose to be blind.

L. John Knight
3/9/2017

A Mudd Christmas Tree

A Mudd Christmas Tree

A yearly purchase for granted taken
after much tromping round branch shakin'
in an urban concrete lot next to a mall
bought by weary folks doing the Christmas crawl
something you take for granted
or do just cause the kids demand it
dreading the mess of needles on the floor
in our house it means a great deal more
See, for my pard this long held tradition
is more a happily fulfilled one man mission
with each gift given well thought out care
taking one down here and another there
just a fella with a truck and chainsaw
in the cold winter air biting his cheeks raw
choosing for uniqueness in every size and shape
each one as different as two snowflakes
from up the hills he brings them down
in his pick-up all strapped round
smelling like bar oil and Skoal and sweat
cheerful to the core without worry or fret
packs one right up to the front door
though hes tired and back sore
he'll ask you where you'd like to set it up
then he'll set and and chat a while
sit up and give a smile
Sayin "Well, ol pard, I only have a minute;
this stop's only the beginning!
I have five more of these trees to deliver tonight!"
And no the trees aren't farm grown and symmetric
but that Christmas Tree my old friend has selected
Well... in my house that tree looks exactly right.

L. John Knight
November 29, 2013

Dust on my boots

I`ve still got dust on my boots, sweat on my collar
ranch in my roots and my last dollar
Cash on the stereo, tickets to the rodeo
still trying to grow up but the growing is going slow
kids are at home, wifes on the phone
telling me she loves me so be careful but I can`t drive slow
nowhere to go but home but thats why I go so fast
another week in the sweatmine is over so my boss can kiss my ass
beer is on ice and dinner is in the pan
I lead the double life a free spirit and a hard workin man
I get the big piece of chicken I guess that`s all I need
sometimes I worry that I might be part of a dying breed
I miss the country cause this town job is trying to break my back
but my backbone is all american steel and it wont ever crack
grew up buckin that hay and workin those steers
cut my teeth on a shovel with a wrangler patch on my rear
chew ring in my pockets gone but I still got that copenhagen grin
guess I`m just another family man workin hard to win..

L.John Knight
5/26/2011

Western Daydreams

Western Daydream

 

I miss the rodeo
I miss the smell of dirt
I miss the clash of bronc and badass
the triumph and the hurt
I miss my cowpunchin job
working neverending days in the sun
forever working for the brand
with no cavalcades won
seeing trailers full of beeves
and horses on the run
I miss the ropes the whips the hollers
the calluses made earnin dollars
I miss the air filled with dust
I miss the people I knew
characters all tried and true
the toughness earned and legends made
I blew my shoulder lost some teeth
I`ve since learnd tragedy and grief
and love and landing on my feet
But I still miss the rodeo
I miss those wild times
I miss the immortality of my friends grown in rhyme
I was invincible
Bumbles always bounce
But I sure miss that rodeo
I`m gettin sick of towns
So i wake up of the mornin
pull my boots on my feet
clap my belt round my waist
I still refuse defeat
Cause what I learned in my spent youth is that you never quit
even when your mouth is full of blood
and your gear covered in shit
I still feel my heart beating in my ears
when i hear cowhooves a racin
but I sure miss those western times
When it was me they were chasin... 

L.John Knight
1/5/2012

Douchebag

Go get a brand new truck, jack it up thirty inches

call all your friends bro and your girlfriends your bitches

ask them to wash your truck everyday, what can I say

Youre a douchebag, you call people you’ve never met fag

You are a douchebag, total dick to your mom and dad

a douchebag, when your girlfriends pissed she’s just “on the rag”

such a douchebag

Wear spangles on your jean back pockets

you’ve never touched a wrench or sockets

be sure to keep that bright white local sports team cap clean

and never ever get a speck of mud on that parking lot queen

every look on your face makes me want to hit you

but I am not a rich jerk so I’ll never get you

punching guys like you is like having sex to me

it feels really good even when it isn’t very pretty

so pay the mechanic for a bigger lift kit and

get you some chrome but you dont know how to fix it

that giant Chevrolet is just an extension of your tiny dick

Remember you have money so your life is really trick

Youre a douchebag, you call people you’ve never met fag

You are a douchebag, total dick to your mom and dad

a douchebag, when your girlfriends pissed she’s just “on the rag”

such a douchebag, never seen a bigger douchebag

I guess I’ll meet you on your way to the middle

With your five babies mommas and Lawyer Lickspittle

Your already on the way down and you dont even know

Your world is just a big wanna be television show

The whole world hates you and you dont even know

so rattle your pipes and call me a fag

go back to the basement at your mom and dads

and buy yourself a thirty bomb instead of paying your child support

You are super cool like those assholes on the Jersey Shore

Douchebag.

L.John Knight

2-6-2017