will the pearly whites just slam shut
and stop that volatile spittle from spewing
i just dont have time to deal with your desires
your agenda is far from first
on the list of what matters at this moment to me
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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
i guess that’s what drugs are for
take me out of my head
just for a few hours
a few minutes
anything, really.
stop the racing
thoughts of inadequacy
that constantly badger me.
i guess that’s what drugs are for
but they don’t seem like the answer,
not this time at least.
a temporary solution
to this permanent beast.
The Heat of July
Billy walked to his death
and held his head high.
He knew no matter what Judge said
he never told no lie.
He never did shoot that boy,
he wasn’t there that night.
He never did pull the trigger,
he didn’t start no fight.
Now Billy spent the last 4 years
stuck inside a cage.
Barely any sunlight,
only room for rage.
He didn’t let that get him down,
“In my mind I’m free.
I know that I’m innocent,
no matter what they do to me.”
Young Billy walked to his death
and held his head high.
He knew no matter what Judge said
he never told no lie.
Now they tried to say Billy
was a cold and callous killer.
It worried Bill so much,
he could barely eat his dinner.
Billy never hurt no one
he could barely squash a fly,
he was ‘fraid of the charges
and what they could imply.
It was his word against the dead
He knew he stood no chance
They were gonna do away with Billy
without a second glance.
So Billy walked to his death
and held his head high.
He knew no matter what Judge said
he never told no lie.
Billy had one goal today,
to go and die with pride.
He stiffened up that upper lip
and lengthened up his stride.
He walked to the table
and began to shake,
for he knew this was the last time
he’d ever be awake.
So Billy walked to his death
and held his head high.
They killed Billy that day
in the heat of July.
This is what I’m all about
grab a pen
write it down
let your heart
fill up with sound
shout it loud
say it proud
say it one thousand
words per hour.
fill the air
with your breath
the voice you own
that baritone
yell it out
have no doubt,
“This is what
I’m all About!”
Face
Put on that
happy face
and don’t disgrace
the human race
just find your place,
your mind; erase.
406
Don’t let go, don’t let go. What was once yours, slipping ever so slowly.
Lost focus. Carelessness. Pride.
Tighten your grip, C’mon, before it’s too late. Don’t let go.
Stop standing idle, take control, tighten your grip.
For God’s sake, DO NOT LET GO.
That’s what happens. Juggling the unnecessary and humoring the needless.
Softening your grip.
Now too late, losing all control.
A once bolstering man, reduced to nothing.
Sweaty hands.. Just Don’t let go. Don’t let her go.
How did this happen..
Oceanus (son of Uranus and Gaea)
I’m a fucking Hurricane
and you’re the coast of Florida.
I’m the Ocean exploding over Sea-walls
and blasting winds throwing showers of Salt down with waterfalls of rain.
I hope you know how to swim,
Because if you don’t,
you’re going to be drowned and battered
into the hull of a ship
Or buried in an instant
beneath 900 tons of water.
I’m going to fill your lungs
and pull you out to me,
where in a seascape of such immensity
and glorious horrifying Augustial fear
blended with a sky of
Saintly blue-grey smears and Lividus hues,
a soul shaking battle of light and Darkness,
the last thing you will see
is me,
In every direction
as far as you can see
Pulling you into my depths,
Beneath the waves.
backyardea
remember our back-yard growing up?
all of those kingdoms and nations
and our Indian tribes?
The tree-house that we’d fill with waterballoons
by day
and sleeping-bags by night?
The secrets we’d tell
behind the garage
and the twigs and the mud
remember the hose in the summer-time
and the snow in the winter?
the forts and the acorns?
The cloudy days when we’d sit up the pine tree
or the clear warm nights
when we’d play man-hunt in
the neighborhood?
remember the sound of the leaves rushing through the trees
as the wind would blow?
the army men
and the bow that dad would let us shoot
the old pile of logs that we would find worms in?
remember trying to dig a swimming pool,
but it was just a hole?
when we would hide from Amir
behind those bushes?
remember when we had that old rope to swing on,
hanging from the big tree?
remember when we’d race down the sidewalk
on wagons and skateboards
with old plungers and fist-fulls
of pebbles?
remember going back there to hide
or to cry in the bushes
when we didn’t want to be found?
remember all the army-men
and the times when the world seemed to end
at the fence by Mr. Anseley’s house and the sidewalk
in the front yard?
Well I remember,
and I don’t know why
but it makes me cry
A Drive in the Hamptons
Taking a drive through the Hamptons is like a drive through zoo, and who would’ve knew that Animals could have such pretty cages? I know, it’s Dark, I shouldn’t laugh at them. The sign reads don’t mock the animals. But I don’t Want to mock them! What I Want to do is emancipate them, Just like PETA would have me do. This isn’t how these creatures should be behaving… They shouldn’t need this much medication. Why are they eating that? It’s Unnatural! Ugh that one just shat in her clean drinking water and then flushed it away down a pipe, What’s wrong with her? Wait upon closer inspection it appears They’re killing their own, as a part of some sort of Masochistic game, all they care about is themselves! Others are dying and suffering and fighting wars to support these imprisoned trolls…It’s as if they’re drinking the Blood of the Earth and all It’s inhabitants and calling it Romane Conti, as if they are Worship-worthy Kings of the Jungle dressed in Versace! This isn’t a zoo anymore, these aren’t animals…They’re Monsters. I don’t want to set monsters free. I guess they’re better off inn their cages. Get me out of here, because I’m done pretending. I don’t belong, And I don’t want to.
I’m Listening
I spoke with God today,
Out in the Ocean off of Brigantine New Jersey specifically,
near the south jetty.
God said storm clouds
and sheets of rain,
Whipping West winds and swells high as trees.
God said seagulls hung in the slate-gray sky
like kites over the Ocean
And blasts of arctic spray on my back,
and the Taste
of salt in my mouth.
I said tears and hoots
wordless howls and hollers.
I laughed and coughed up lungfulls of that batismal water
and let those winds rip through my salt-stiff hair.
I gave my body to the water
To God
I let it throw me and bury me
envelope me
Destroy me, if that was what God desired.
Yet God said a wet Marco stumbling out onto the beach,
smiling like a lunatic.
God happened to be eating at the same pinelands barbecue pit as I,
for I saw God in the faces of old wrinkled laughing African-American men and women,
and in the children playing in the sandy parking lot
among the pine cones and dried needles.
I saw God again that night, in the light of the setting sun
reflecting off of the sign for Route 40
and in the fireworks in the summer night
Exploding over the Pine Barrens
and in a flipped over Jeep on the side of the road,
flaming and spitting out smoke.
It’s been some kind of day
Helplessness
You are Helpless because you make it so,
and therefore
You disgust me.
The helpless
Cannot
be helped;
Let them snivel in their self-inflicted
Wounds and woes.
Get up
and take
what is yours to possess,
or fade.
HaHa Ha!
If all this is a joke,
Why aren’t you laughing?
It’s so fucking funny,
Oh my god
I think I’m winning
this game…
If you want to be
a winner with me,
Than you’d better do the same.
Pain
Try to run from it but
the ground is
a treadmill. Try
to fight it but
you’re punching
a brick wall. Try
to hide from it but
it’s impossible to hide
from yourself.
End of Evolution
Systems evolve
and creature evolve
Situations evolve
As the planets revolve
Feelings evolve
and plants evolve
Relationships evolve
and then dissolve
Spirits evolve
and landscapes evolve
Conflicts evolve
and then resolve
But today,
the Earth stops it’s spinning
and the muzzles of the guns have
gone cold and quiet;
the clouds have frozen
and thought has halted
and inchworms
have stopped their inching.
This is the End of Evolution.
27
Happiness is the savior of none
But the killer of some
All the 27’s who died
Were searching for something
Or someone.
Roulette
Let’s play roulette
With toy soldiers
You life and
Four boulders
You slip it’s all over
The exit; don’t show her
Within
Within you lies
A symphony
That only
You can make sing,
A chorus that only heeds to
Your voice.
A concert all to
Yourself.
The limitless
Boundless
Infinite
Universe of
Your imagination
Is there for the taking,
Grab hold!
There is no earthly way of knowing
Which direction you might be going,
Flowing down interminable rivers
Into vast seas
And small crannies.
Fly through
The intricateness of
Your mind,
Make all that you see,
Be what you want it to be.
It’s all here
In your head
And your mind will help
You on the way to greatness,
There is no doubt about that.
Dynamics
Don’t try to live forever
Just try to live for now.
Life without death
Is not really living.
There is an interesting dynamic
Between life and death.
There is an interesting dynamic
Between love and sex.
You can’t find love in a hole.
But you can find love in
Warm places
In friendly faces.
Angel
I’ve got an angel
On my shoulder but
The devil’s staring me down
Tried and trying
To keep that frown
Right side down.
15 Minutes
Jump, Shout
Scream, loud
the Game has just been Won.
slow, down
feel, now
the moment you want is Here
live, Now
feel, how?
not what you’d expect
soft, done
now, run
never thought — regret.
I Guess
In my head, the sun only Rises, but never seems to Set.
As if the end of each day is just a Blurr
with no definitive finish.
I cant distinguish whats a dream and whats Reality.
They say that’s the true meaning of Insanity.
It wasn’t always like this,
maybe I died or am dieing
then again aren’t we all dieing? One day at a time.
We’re just waiting for the right moment to give it a label.
Live Fast, Die Fun.
Live fast,
Die fun.
Life life
on the run.
Have a blast
Kick some Ass!
You’re the only one
who can be what you dream
to become.
The Patch (by Lynn)
It’s not the best time
for an egg to latch,
which is why I decided
to use the patch.
I went to the doctor
for a prescription,
so I can make
beautiful friction.
It may cause a rash,
but this contraceptive uses
only a lil’ cash.
I know this thing
screams “get me laid”
But who could tell
if it looks like a silly “band-aid”
Glad to say I’m safe,
even if the sticker may chafe,
I’m attached to the patch,
even if my hormones lack.
Organized Religion
You’re not above me
you just nudge me
in the direction you think I ought to go.
You don’t know me
so don’t show me
that you think you know more than He.
No one knows more
than the divine one,
(but maybe the divine one’s son)
bar none.
Just cause a guy
with a big old hat
gave you a pat on the back
and said you could be a priest
till you get fat
doesn’t mean you can tell me
gay people are whack
what kind of love is that?
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