Monthly Archives: December 2011

Normal

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.


Deviance

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


Music Man

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


The Farmer

With strength and courge

and a furrowed brow,

the old man picked up his rusty plow.

He walked out to the field

bent down, kneeled,

and prayed before begining.

He prayed for past days,

the ones withered away.

He prayed he was far from his dying day.

But once in the field,

he never did yield

to the task he was set to do.

Once he was done

in the blistering sun

and his shadow was long and thin,

he took back to his house

where he sat with a bottle of gin.


Suits and Ties

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

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


Songbird

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

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.

 


care free days

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


Mountain Man

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


The Real Othello

The young moor

crept through the door

into the boudoir

to continue his amour.


Want

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.


Havoc

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


Tomorrows

Don’t wallow over hopeless sorrows

you can always look to a better tomorrow.


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