Normal is
conforming to society
Normal is
10 days sobriety
Normal is
being cool
Normal is
B’s in school
Normal is
nothing, not even a word
Normal is
nothing, the word is absurd.
Normal is
conforming to society
Normal is
10 days sobriety
Normal is
being cool
Normal is
B’s in school
Normal is
nothing, not even a word
Normal is
nothing, the word is absurd.
When the result is Success,
How can I be Wrong,
And How can there be Progress
If we Never change the Song?
How can Someone See
If their Eyes are Halfway shut,
And How can something Be
If it’s throat is Always Cut?
What makes Good,
And What makes Bad,
If Holy-men Killed, would
Criminals be Sad?
If there were no Bloodshed
Then Nations could Not Rise,
And How could Trees Grow
If Nothing ever Dies?
Lubricity and Deviance
Metastasize like a Cancer,
A Mournful,
Blissful Grievance
Smiling with
the Answer
the music man plays his dream
with each blow of his horn
and strum of his strings
he plays for happiness and joy
the music man who plays for profits alone
is no music man at all
but a businessman
a man who does not see the light
the music man pities the businessman
for he will never know
and the music man will know all
Open Eyes
And Walking into
Suits and Ties
Wondering who
Sees the Lies
If one Knew
Individuality Dies,
Those who do
Open Eyes
(I am one too,
as I realize)
Can Only Feel blue,
And sometimes cries
As we march out the Doors,
Into Suits and Ties
i feel lonely
at this train-stop i must wait
there is paper blowing in the wind
my only company is a paper cup
strange….it is whiter then a pearl
and onto the iron i will step
because i feel lonely
why does the songbird sing?
it sings for love.
it sings for peace.
it sings for hope.
why does the song bird weep?
it weeps for hate.
it weeps for viloence.
it weeps for judgment.
why does the songbird fly away?
it flies away because you make the songbird weep.
the funny man stands
mic in hand
and stares at his watch.
he’s three minutes in
and can’t even begin
to remember his next joke.
his hands start to sweat
and he begins to regret
signing up for this open mic.
as his dream slowly dies
he begins to realize
a forgotten little piece of advice,
happiness is the key to life.
smiled, and with this rejuvenation
he regained his reputation
and killed it that night in the city basement.
give me back my innocence
my freedom
my care free days
take the weight of the world from my aching shoulders
and cast it away
i am anchored down by tangible things
my mind in the chains of society
i long to break free!
to shatter the shackles that suppress my thoughts and actions
give me back my life
A Mountain Man with Grizzly Eyes
Lives on Land in Mountains High
He runs like a Beast and
Beneath the Starlit Sky he sleeps
Mountain Man in Mountains High
In love with Wilderness Uncivilized
Screams at the Trees and
Howls with the Wind
In Wilderness Uncivilized,
Until one Day
Men take him Away
From his Land beneath the Sky
And Dress Him in clothes and
bring him to the Town
There they tell the Mountain Man
To sleep in House and wear Hat and Buttoned
Jacket,
The Mountain Man drinks Whiskey and Wine
and People all say
How He’s doing Fine,
All Dressed up and Drinking the wine
But at Night the Mountain Man can
Still see the stars
And he knows that beyond the Cold, Stone walls
of Chaotic civilized Town,
There was the Mountain
And when he is in bed he sobs quietly
the tears roll Down his Roughened skin
But the Men of the Town
had said it’s a Sin
To live where there is No God
So the Mountain Man stayed and
Lived out his Days
In the Barbarically civilized Town
And at Night his very Soul would Ache and
silently He cried
Quietly and All Alone until
Mountain Man had
Died
There is a place
where demons run free
And angels hide
And Fear looks at you behind sunken eyes.
It is a place thought to be low
many know of it
but few want to go.
Seven layers said Dante
but i say more
Amaranthine, Glorious, Great, giddy, gore.
Eternal suffering,
Everlasting punishment,
make you wonder if you are even sentient.
A place where you pluck out your eyes to see
but hell can be heaven
if you want it to be.
Down Desert Road,
Beneath hot scorching sun,
Dusty air fills rasping lungs
Eyes squinted against bright, bleached sand
In naked, ruined, forgotten land
Empty streets where Hope is vacant
and even forgiving God has forsaken
Where a child is hidden in a
Dark lightless basement
while white women sleep
In a plush white bed so sweet
When fires burn in godless streets
and Wild Men scream at a night with no stars
from bullet-ridden frames of skeletal cars
Murdering, raping, consuming
with Hearts unmoving
The remnants of a once proud people
now Broken and lost
to the Hideous costs
of greed and becoming Rapacious
once pious now Faithless,
In Hellish wastes
materialistic Visions of a white races
Still burning Hatreds
In Forgotten land
Where even now
In empty dream
A sinner screams
out to the Sky
for Punishment but receives none
But the Shit in his own Mind
then tell me who the Fuck really won?
When murderers fall to knees
and from bleeding Lips
come crying Pleas
and spilling Hallelujah
To the only thing they can still
Pretend they believe in
And Violently
Wretchedly
he slumps down to the dirt
In a tearless
Empty
Lifeless cry
and all the World
could not care
Why