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untenanted words

I write songs with no music

I write hooks with no beat

I fly with no wings

I run with no feet

I drive with no wheels

Do you know how that feels?

I think with no brain

They call me insane

I swim with no air

I’m a broke millionaire

I act with no part

I end with no start

I love with no heart

That’s why I’m falling

apart

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Kings of Nowhere

We are the Kings of Nowhere,

She is the Queen of Nothing

And it tears my heart

to watch her

fall apart

cause all we have is this

empty lot

filled with dreams

that have gone to rot.

And it tears my heart

to watch her

fall apart

because

We are the Kings of Nowhere,

She is the Queen of Nothing


STD’s vs. STI’s

Infection

vs.

Desase

no more STD’s please

it’s not what we need

we’ve got poor to feed

not children to see

how these hearts bleed

from this terrible disease.


Words

They come

rushing forward

rolling off your tongue,

spitting through your lips.

as they fly

through the air,

you never realize

what damage they

will do.

They hit me

with a force

unimaginable

unfathomable

unreal.

like a spear stabbing

straight through my heart

i feel as if i

am dying.

physical abuse can

heal with time

but words

will nestle within

and haunt you forever.


Invisible (for the Forgotten and the Victims of Searing Injustice)

Nobody seems to care for

What cannot be Seen

But when I look into the Mirror,

I don’t only see Me and

It cannot be Clearer

that I am but a function of We.

No one can Decieve

Nor make me Believe

that my Mind is a Sieve

To make me Live as a Piece

of this Hideous machine

That turns it’s Insidious,

Vacant Engines

with it’s Darkly

Suicidal Intentions,

think not of those

Who Find others to Blame

but Seek the depraved

and Lose my own Name to

Leave the whole World

Decaying in Shame

and look up to the Stars

and Beyond the Tame

Cities broken Boondox

Terrestrial shattered

Civilized Paradox

The Things I See when the Lights go Out

Fascinatingly, Terrifying

It doesn’t matter, shut them Out

These ghosts in my Head

That I cannot get out

Titanic Mistakes which

I did make

and though my Life is Not empty

It’s still far from Full

Those who are Forgotten

my Soul still does Pull

closer ever to my Heart

Which is not One

But billions tied

To All who suffer and

All those who Cry

And When my Eyes are shut

I Still can see

The Victims right

In front of me

Those who are blind

and Narrow in Mind

never think to care

For whats Righteous or Fair

And if you’ve been to the bottom

Can you comprehend what’s on top?

Dark, red Blood on

a Long, cold Blade

and All of the Ghosts

Suddenly

Fade


Stranger

Stranger to me

Stranger to you

When life means nothing

Are you really living

When you live to die

And love has no virtue

Are you alive

When death does not phase you

And the name Hades does not strike fear into your heart

Have you a soul

Neither sun nor moon

Or burning wound

You are a still a stranger to me

And I am a stranger to you


Wanderer

In a Great Wood that is mysterious and old, and unfathomably large, There is a stream that wanders through It’s heart into the very Deepest, most gloomy part Where the air is still and the trees are ancient And the sunlight sifts through the mossy boughs and the Water seems to twinkle and glow As it softly washes the stones in the stream and runs gently over the Forest floor, and in this Archaic Wood of untold lore, deep within it’s mystic core The moss grows thick and Wild beasts live in the dense Labyrinth and almost a sense of Enchantment is conjured in this secret place where time is never wasted, never hastened but the passage of Time is difficult to measure in this Otherworldly treasure, a timeless and Beautiful Wood of forgetfulness. In these Woods there is a Wanderer who is seldom seen and he drinks from the stream that wind down the Forest floor, and he is a friend to the flora and Fauna and carries with him a Supernatural aura And knows not where he is going. He appears in the gloom beside a tree and disappears in the shade without a trace but the sounds of the Forest echo with his laughter and where he goes Nobody knows, the sounds of the stream become his voice, gaily singing to the Beasts and the Trees And he is not Lost but has found his way In the maze of the Pathless Wood and there he spends his days in the eternal twilit, eerie haze, Dancing into the ageless Forest. He cannot be seen by those who look to find him, Appearing at twilight as a shadowy sight humming softly in the firefly lit night, and fading away quietly and gay out of sight, Into the still Forest air until the Sun is set and he does not Let the Darkness scare him, For He is at Peace with the fiercest Beast and the Creatures of Fear. To Him the Black is clear as day, For the Wanderer has found his way. In this Ancient Wood where the stream flows Pure and Bubbles and gleams and the Forest seems an Indescribably beautiful, Vivified dream, I walked alone, and I was Lost. The Spirits of the Woodland Trees beckoning and calling me but I could not see, for it was dark and they were hidden by Leaves and Bark, and I was all alone and No light shone to show me the way, and I was Afraid. Sitting upon the massive roots among luscious moss and fork-tongued newts of a living wooden Giant, I closed my Eyes and there I lay at the feet of a Tree and I realized that although I could not see, my ears could discern from the voices of the Swallow and the Turn, the sound of Lighthearted laughter. Beside the stream, so pure and clean, There was a Wandering figure in a Dimly lit grove nestled among a fresh grassy clove of herbs and sweet flowers and the Forests patient, deliberate powers Drew me towards him. He was not afraid and he showed me the Way past Beast and Shadow and through the Dark places and the sad, Worn faces of forgotten memories, and he was my Guide, and by his side There was no longer any need to Hide, For the Blackness was emptied of Hate and filled with a Peace that Transcends the least significant of Worries And the Night was a place where Souls take flight and Soar above the forest Floor and alight among the starlit stream High Above the sleeping World.


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