[color=darkred]Laugh maniacal indescribable facts undeniable no tact but I'll try it though...

Laugh maniacal indescribable facts undeniable no tact but I'll try it though words are worth their weight in gold so worthless if left untold also worthless pronounced out loud so renounce those old beliefs surround yourself with silence rich and pliant void of the deterrant of words and their meanings, just gleanings of fragments of meanings left stagnant language doesn't have it reality isn't sounds that we interpret and spew forth like a rejected main course the truth goes without saying or braying like an ass so thanx but I'll pass besides the tower can only get so big before the inevitable collapse.

Laugh
maniacal
indescribable
facts undeniable
no tact
I'll try it though
words
are worth their weight in gold
so worthless if left untold
also worthless pronounced out loud
so renounce those old beliefs
surround yourself
with silence
rich and pliant
void of the deterrant
of words
and their meanings
just gleanings of fragments
of meanings left stagnant
language doesn't have it
reality
isn't sounds that we
interpret
and spew forth
like a rejected main course
the truth
goes without saying
or braying like an ass
so thank you
but I'll pass
besides
the tower can only get so big
before the inevitable collapse.

[color=darkred]Whats the deal? Could all this be real? What I see hear and feel Is more...

[color=darkred]One more moment, yesss I made it, paid that large rent, stayed un-sedated, kept...

[color=darkred]You ask me "hows it going" but you dont wanna hear the answer it...

[color=darkred]Write, Excite, Expand, Demand the best, Impress confessing depressing thought,...

[color=darkred]When it becomes, My time to die I do not think, That I will cry Or whine...

[color=darkred]My Composition; Just keeps on switchin Between rags and riches; Open wounds...

My Composition; Just keeps on switchin
Between rags and riches; Open wounds and stitches
My happiness is invented; My sanity is just rented
Or better yet, leased, at least; I’m clever not , weak, don’t tweak
Contented with, weed, don’t need; Nothing else but Love and wealth
I swear, my try is up on a shelf; Could care, less about my health
I wear, a cloak made up of stealth; Your stare, slides over drunk or sober
Discover another brother blendin in now its over
Escape all comprehension there goes som others
By the time they notice I’ll know this they'll miss
My elusive unobtrusive flawless
Form I’ll storm out
Born forlorn mind torn up
I’ll sell my porn but by morning
I’ll just wanna scream and shout about
Invisibility killin me; My ability to be seen’s
Got me acting like a machine; Almost too much, to believe
I grieve my loss too much; Smoke weed get tossed and such
Choke heave eyes glossed legs crutched; Can’t take it I’ve had enough.

The machine is life its product is strife mixed in with a little pleasure
and though its rough your expected to be tough to keep up by any measure
yes it sucks we’re fuk’n slaves to the buck its always okay to vent
but you need to be aware that too much you can care stay wary lest your energies be spent
on rants and raves about being a tired wage slave its possible to get yourself down
and although not your intent its hard to prevent an unraveling of the mind amidst the revolution’s sounds.

Rants and raves, make only small waves, if we’re to stop being slaves, we need to stop being told, just how to behave, before we grow too old, to allow ourselves change, we must rearrange, the traditions we hold, that constrict our range of thought, keep us from realizing, our services sold and bought, with regard only to collective resources, and none given to collective thought.
These raves and rants, define my stance, to those who decide, to eat up implants, of fiction diction, then stride like ants, toward fruitless destruction, I won’t I can’t, be led, this I’ve said, but more importantly this is, what’s contained in my head, and if these ideas I try to spread, by the things I have said, maybe there are those who agree, but stand quietly instead, of trying to correct, this massive disrespect, we’ve come to expect, from these crooks that have the gall, to claim “serve and protect”

Heres the problem, “ to stop being told… “ is something over which we have no control. Those in charge already have a hold regardless of what is said by the aware and the bold. Like parents without a blood relation they rule unchallenged over every situation. To challenge equals punishment, left alone to stagnation and thoughts of what could have been during somber contemplation. Now that is the fact be it wrong or right so its no small task to try and fight which leaves revolutionary ideas passed only by word of mouth out in the cold when the enemy your trying to route is so large and surrounded by so much ignorance. The key’s the masses who currently prance around to anothers whim. Puppets told how to dance. You must snatch them without catching a puppeteers glance else you’ll be shot down before you even have a chance to act out any other plans.

I think I know where the real problem lies
What makes revolution hardly worth a try
The masses are contented to squat in their sties
Marionette is the one trade they think they can ply
Fated to believe all the puppeteers lies
Till the day they expire and lay down and die.
Apparently their cooperation cannot be attained
By making our grievances thoroughly explained
Inherently controlled are the allies to be gained
But I’ll not take the strings and have my dignity stained
Besides people are not like weapons to be aimed
Without the strings fully cut we’ll be brutally maimed.
Fight fire with fire:
Watch the fire get brighter,
Don’t bother to tire
Yourself with myths long expired
The ally we need
Is a United States choir
That despite all the greed
Will never be hired
But will sing our discomfort so loud they must heed us
And sing it so true that they’re forced to believe us
Convinced, they will have no choice but to retrieve us
From the blasphemous mechanical form of life that precedes us.

So long ago we wrote this shit and so much more. What came of it? Trodden upon by those with no wits, or wits enough, not used, dismissed. On and on we write anyway. You're right we can not kill it. And those who go on every day dismayed may one day feel it. If at least they took the time to hear through the rhymes of yours and mine. And if not, if these words rot, at least we took the time. When judgment comes from anyone we'll know we tried to spread the word.

Absurd of us to think they might listen without bombs and tanks to back up admonition it's too wrong to wield fate like a blood thirsty weapon but go on and just wait and the future I'm guessing will be full of some Ghandi like mutha fuckas, and rage like me to teach those bitches a lesson.

(note: I didn't write all that, just the first third fifth and seventh paragraphs, the rest can be attributed to poetic genius Scott Cummings)

Today I’ll say And do This for sure I’ll set My course On bearing That’s pure I’ll...

Today I’ll say And do This for sure
I’ll set My course On bearing That’s pure
I’ll travel With God As my mentor And steward
By satan I’ll never Be tripped up Or lured
Off course Of course His bidding I’ll not do or
At least I will try To make grievances Fewer

Today I’ll do And say These things
I’ll try To make Sure that Truth rings
Cuz lies Cause cries Of remorse To spring
From a mind That would rather Let truth Take wing
And guide me Toward whatever Effect Truth may bring
Be it good Bad or worse I will let The truth sing

Today I’ll take A moment To reflect
On friendships That I’ve been forced To no longer Expect
To be actively Involved in My Love And respect
Goes out To all of you May God shelter you And protect
What little You have left After the law Has bereft
You of freedom Please God Make alternatives To this theft

Today I’ll make This statement A fact
Fifty pushups And situps To make quite An impact
On my health So as not To ever let It distract
Me from matters Of importance I seem always To have stacked
And when my body Gives out Structure’s weakened And cracked
I’ll do my damndest To keep My mind wholly Intact

Today I’ll leave Past regrets Far behind
I’ll look forward To today Keep a wide Open mind
To the friends That surround me I’ll be helpful And kind
Any enemies Around me Will see tension Unwind
There is nothing Worth fighting for Without first At least trying
To match wits Find solutions With patience And time

Today I will lead But only By example
Although most Minds are free There are those That leave ample
Opportunity For scrutiny Some may copy Or sample
My beliefs My behaviors Whether evil Or just
One will learn What one sees So it appears That I must
Play at teacher Cuz this responsibility To everyone We entrust

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[color=darkred]The painstaking heartbreaking care in which we dare to show ourselves how far...

[color=darkred]I stand tall,while my little world,crashes down,onto my shoulders I Refuse...

[color=darkred]As I ride The wave of this tide That is life Too much strife I am bound...

[color=darkred](Introduction) Crazy, Insane, Ferocious, Untamed, Clean cut, Travel stained,...

[color=darkred]If I don’t want to lie Than I can’t ever cry And I’ll have to defy All...

[color=darkred]I am just like you Although you frown too much And down to much drink Until...

[color=darkred]Fly away At least try to escape Before it gets too late Up and run If...

[color=darkred]It's just a cloak that I can use if I so choose to disguise myself preexisting...

[color=darkred]Wild aint it?. . . Can't fade it. . . Under-rated. . . On a crusade it's...

[color=darkred]Think, Don't Drink, Don't spread that stink, Of liquor breath, It's quicker...

[color=darkred]A new direction is dictated by the info you have found . . . But trains can’t...

[color=darkred]I want you to think of what matters to you Everything that you believe must...

[color=darkred]I'm feeling poetic But what I've heard from professionals Is that what my...

[color=darkred]"Another day another dollar" FUCK THAT SHIT ya feel me holla If...

[color=darkred]Content to act as I so choose to play the game and win or lose until the day...

[color=darkred]Majestic like the sky at night Without city light With the stars shining bright And...

[color=darkred]Politely step aside I just might have to end your life out of the way don’t...

Politely step aside I just might have to end your life out of the way don’t try to say your piece you piece of refuse I refuse to hear it or be anywhere near it I fear it must stop just drop it it’s nonsense nonsensical pretense reprehensible context able to be removed this will prove, am I right?, Like an equation each word raising questions stated down the line in time to be revealed concealed augmented but logically perfected to conform with some meaning like the “reform!” I’ve been screaming silently thinking my thought is redeeming but quite ineffective although far more reflective than mirrors this is nearer to the truth about me than you’ll ever see for as long as we live so ridiculously inconspicuous suspiciously vicious inflicting conflict restricting profit by resisting laws that promote free living while succumbing to laws that endorse bondage and require indifference existence ignored implored to be noticed not passed off as insignificant forced to pay rent then dead with no lament sounds to me like used and abused to the terminologys fullest extent. . . . . Tranquility is beyond my ability at this point I'm shakin NO I'm quakin about to explode NO implode but I doubt that the outcome will differ too much I'm still stuck on this path out of luck full of wrath indestructible has taken on wholly new meaning for my soul to stop screaming so I wont be careening towards life that is certain death but worse I can taste it only not when I'm wasted but that road holds nothing but becoming exhausted always running no solving the problems revolving around my crowning glory of an insignificant life hear my story rebounding on walls padded white in my mind where I've trapped them considered insane so much so I'll never articulate plain what's entailed derailed is my train of thought what I've bought is a ticket to paradise lost where the dice when they're rolled always end up costing me everything remembering that the choice to play was yours then regret will course through every vein every artery in pain I ask why do we subject ourselves to such punishment objective analysis shows that it doesn't vent it just collects until I least expect it then. . . . . It consumes me I break down it resumes me I'm fake now just a passenger not a driver made of anger with no try for control or even retained dignity like bi-polar with the convenience of a lock and a key but only one catch I've a new enemy and he goes by the infinitely fitting name of "me" within finality he resides hides then returns like the tides like clockwork I know once I'm off work another problem entirely we'll go at it again in rounds one two and three that’s all it takes for me to be knocked out too much weight the back breaks is what it's always been all about there's no doubt prediction is all too possible plausible like credit charge or charge big or large for your tragedy today sir if you've any complaints you can write them on paper cause nobody cares the oldest trend in humanity cold eyes with blank stares that ignore all calamity regardless of how big or how wrong or how crucial hey at least we've got wigs pokemon toaster strudel but it's no longer enough for the primitive likes of me I don't want to be corrupt for the sake of commodity to each his own respectively but why is mine not enough and none stand next to me?

Politely step aside
I just might have to end your life
out of the way
don’t try to say your piece
you piece of refuse
I refuse to hear it
or be anywhere near it
I fear it must stop
just drop it
it’s nonsense
nonsensical pretense
reprehensible
context able to be removed, this will prove
am I right?
Like an equation
each word raising questions
stated down the line
in time to be revealed
concealed
augmented
but logically perfected
to conform with some meaning
like the “reform!” I’ve been screaming
silently thinking
my thought is redeeming
but quite ineffective
although far more reflective
than mirrors
this is nearer to the truth
about me
than you’ll ever see
for as long as we live
so ridiculously inconspicuous
suspiciously vicious
inflicting conflict
restricting profit
by resisting laws that promote free living
while succumbing to laws that endorse bondage
and require indifference
existence ignored
implored to be noticed
not passed off as insignificant
forced to pay rent
then dead with no lament
sounds to me
like used and abused
to the terminologys fullest extent. . . . .

Tranquility
is beyond my ability at this point
I'm shakin'
NO, I'm quakin'
about to explode
NO, implode
but I doubt that the outcome will differ too much
I'm still stuck on this path
out of luck
full of wrath
indestructible has taken on wholly new meaning;
for my soul to stop screaming
so I wont be careening towards life that is certain death
but worse
I can taste it
but not when I'm wasted
that road holds nothing
but becoming exhausted
always running
no solving the problems revolving
around my crowning glory of an insignificant life
hear my story rebounding
on walls padded white
in my mind
where I've trapped them
considered insane
so much so I'll never articulate plain
what's entailed
derailed is my train of thought
what I've bought is a ticket to paradise lost
where the dice when they're rolled
always end up costing me
everything
remembering
that the choice to play was yours
then regret will course
through every vein
every artery
in pain
I ask why do we
subject ourselves to such punishment
objective analysis shows
that it doesn't vent
it just collects
until I least expect it, then. . . . .

It consumes me
I break down
it resumes me
I'm fake now
just a passenger
not a driver
made of anger
with no hope for
control
or even retained dignity
bi-polar
with the convenience
of a lock and a key
there is one catch
I have a new enemy
he goes by the infinitely fitting name
of "me"
within finality he resides
hides
then returns like the tides
like clockwork
I know once I'm off work
(another problem entirely)
we'll go at it again
rounds one, two, and three
that’s all it takes
for me to be knocked out
too much weight
the back breaks
is what it's always been all about
there's no doubt
prediction is all too possible
plausible
like credit
charge or charge
big or large
for your tragedy today sir
if you've any complaints
you can write them on paper
'cause nobody cares
the oldest trend in humanity
cold eyes
blank stares
ignoring all calamity
regardless of how big
or how wrong
or how crucial
hey at least we've got . . .
wigs . . .
pokemon . . .
toaster strudel . . .
but it's no longer enough
for the primitive likes of me
I don't want to be corrupt
for the sake of commodity
to each his own
respectively
but why is mine not enough
and none stand next to me?

[color=darkred]I must have been late at work, about to close up shop, I must have rested my...

[color=darkred]I chill and wait irate with rage untamed but caged within a maze of sight and...

I chill and wait irate with rage untamed but caged within a maze of sight and sound and thought renown for lucid words elusive meaning cattle herds with obtuse thinking cows that care only for preening bulls like me that hide in drinking snide remarks replies fights start good tidings to the farmers who content themselves to repent ills than they proceed with evil deeds contingent on religeon being stringent supposition that divine right is right implies bovine sightless sight reside in pastures large but tight with security impurity second nature and indifference for the first I thirst for freedom redeem me from this hell I dwell in constantly sellin my soul for just a bowl of gruel a crust of bread a sip of water I lust for death or is it slaughter how bout the rest the sons and daughters can they attest to facts impacts relax? attack! sit back? take back! what's ours our fate sedate? relate! to those around and then compound the problems solve em . . . What is the deciding factor that justifies rebellion? It is triumph!

I wait
irate with rage
untamed, but caged
within a maze
of sight and sound
and thought renown
for lucid words
elusive meaning
cattle herds
with obtuse thinking
cows that care
only for preening
bulls like me
that hide in drinking
snide remarks
replies, fights start
good tidings to
the farmers who
content themselves
to repent ills
than they proceed
with evil deeds
contingent on religeon
being stringent supposition
that divine right is right
implies bovine sightless sight
reside in pastures large but tight
with security
impurity second nature
and indifference for the first
I thirst for freedom
redeem me from this hell
I dwell in
constantly sellin' my soul
for just a bowl of gruel
a crust of bread
a sip of water
I lust for death
or is it slaughter?
what about the rest
the sons
the daughters
can they attest to facts
impacts
relax?
attack!
take back what's ours!
our fate
sedate?
relate to those around!
and then compound the problems
solve 'em . . .
What is the deciding factor that justifies rebellion?
It is triumph!

[color=darkred]So bright the light insight provided divided between me you us we concede the...

[color=darkred]It's stoically poetry methodically products we consume or imbue upon masses...

[color=darkred]Colors transcending the gloom never ending my [/color]gray mind they are rending...

Colors transcending the gloom never ending my gray mind they are rending apart colors wending their way to my heart once was black now is starting to change back to bright red not quite dead but still blue or worse still a green hue covered sheen of untruth tinged with greed's ruthless shade hurtling through a parade of brown yellow white's self inflicted plight caused by purple royalty boy are we in for it when translucent white becomes brighter than sight comprehends we will end up with brown mottled vommit opaque with rage on it fluorescent insanity iridescence with enmity's presence more present than we is like oily roiling putrification composed of beautiful ingredients marred by dutiful expedience of plain fools and cretins

[color=darkred]In the end, mere words must inevitably fail Description encrypted, perpetually...

[color=darkred]Weak Sauce Lost Frosted Cold Exhausted Been Accosted Wack Retarded Bought...

[color=darkred]Crazy how to word it it's absurd it can't be heard but must be felt or better...

[color=darkred]Nothing Pierce the silence A life time wish of mine it's a double edged sword...

[color=darkred]One hand shakes and one hand slaps the former breaks the latter cracks that's...

[color=darkred]The child woke up every day "A little later than the morning past" Is...

[color=darkred]Mourn Love lost it only cost eternal frost damnation tossed aside elation gone...

Mourn Love lost it only cost eternal frost damnation tossed aside elation gone reside in murk with unquenched thirst forever worse and worse and worse a curse that's birthed of Love it hurts but still I mourn this Love of mine is still just scorned and drowned in time my heart it pours into this rhyme the pain I feel I'll never find an end to rain and gloomy skies of gray until we reunite and say I Love you once then twice I pray it's soon and I devise to make it so cause Love this strong I'll never know again you're wrong it doesn't heal or mend this song it doesn't have an end

Mourn Love lost
it only cost
eternal frost
damnation
tossed aside
elation gone
reside in murk
with unquenched thirst
forever worse and worse and worse
a curse that's born of Love
it hurts but still I mourn
this Love of mine
is still just scorned
and drowned in time
my heart it pours
into this rhyme
the pain I feel
I'll never find
an end to
rain and gloomy skies of gray
until we reunite and say
I Love you
once
then twice
I pray it's soon
and I devise
to make it so
'cause Love this strong
I'll never know again, you're wrong
it doesn't heal or mend
this song
it doesn't have
an end

[color=darkred]Behold what I have in the palm of my hand it is nothing but the short frantic...

Behold what I have in the palm of my hand it is nothing but the short frantic life of a man so insignificant it might seem after only a glance but delve further into meanings you may never understand there are passions held fervently as only one short lived can beyond logic or reason or fear of reprimand exalted above even being dealt certain death 'tis the blessing of the short frantic life of a man the same life that I hold in the palm of my hand

Behold
what I have in the palm of my hand
it is nothing but the short frantic life
of a man
so insignificant it might seem
after only a glance
but delve further into meanings
you may never understand
there are passions held fervently
as only one short lived can
beyond logic
or reason
or fear of reprimand
passions exalted
above being dealt certain death
'tis the blessing of the short frantic life of a man
the same life that I hold
in the palm of my hand

[color=darkred]There is a man who lives his life in never-ending gloom Surrounded by the four...

[color=darkred]Words pour forth in steep crescendo just for sport or innuendo these however...

[color=darkred]Everything is quite alright As long as it is not observed Or touched Or heard Or...

[color=darkred]They say that what doesn’t kill us Just makes us stronger I say if pain...

[color=darkred]Interaction What’s the attraction? It causes elation Throughout the nation For...

[color=darkred]Now I have reached, A rolling boil My walls are breached, No, smashed to rubble My...

[color=darkred]Inspiration Always Seems To Stem From The Negative, The Only Logical Explanation...

Mock Compensation (end title. . . finally) [color=darkred]Shunning acceptance preference...

Mock Compensation (end title. . . finally)

Shunning acceptance preference being unbecoming demeanor not eager to please or appease societies niceties why are these common things so God damned popular? Structural ocular talk and words? Functional top-downwards? They speak learn obedience no concern for redeeming its righteousness less and less right and more or less opposite talk of it booms across continents how then is all you hear merely piss in the ear or the eyes of a scholar despised by all possible allies described as obvious lies by academics with open eyes and proof even greater than truth: the whole truth, pieced together methodically over time with great attention to detail, citation of sources, definite “oops” from prominent politicians, long unheard protestations of injustice and atrocity run rampant, complimented ironically by the lack of paradoxical coercion essential to promoting such nonsensical ideas as peace and equality.

Shunning acceptance
preference being
unbecoming demeanor
not eager to please
or appease societies niceties
why are these common things so God damned popular?
Structural ocular talk and words?
Functional top-downwards?
They speak: learn obedience
no concern for redeeming its righteousness
less and less right
and more or less opposite
talk of it booms across continents
how then is all you hear
merely piss in the ear, or the eyes, of a scholar
despised by all possible allies
described as obvious lies
by academics with open eyes
and proof even greater than truth:
the whole truth
pieced together methodically over time
with great attention to detail
citation of sources
definite “oops”
from prominent politicians
long unheard protestations
of injustice
and atrocity
run rampant
complimented ironically
by the lack of paradoxical coercion apparently essential
to promoting such nonsensical ideas
as peace
and equality.

[color=darkred]A wretched demon of my own, my only hope, the scope a vast unknown expanse among...

[color=darkred]Does the angle of your point of view permit more than one facet? Well so narrow...

[color=darkred]Without sad there is no happy Without mad there is no laughing Without you...

[color=darkred]There are infinite threads in this web that we weave But of course for you...

[color=darkred]Look at all the golden dust, blowing on the wind About as valuable as rust,...

[color=darkred]Ebb and Flow Ebb and Flow For sure I know it's her she shows And then she...

[color=darkred]Ya know what makes me better than you?, just take a look at my way uncool shoes,...

[color=darkred]While everyone flew on ahead he plodded at the rear, with no one by his side...

[color=darkred]Friend, Foe, Truth, Lie, End, Know, Lose, Die, Yes, No, News, Tripe, Start,...

[color=darkred]Strange thoughts swiril endlessly through my brain, Rain drops incessantly on...

[color=darkred]I can't be real this can't be real it doesn't feel as if it were am I the only...

[color=darkred]Your death means nothing to me now so fuck off die and rot in hell you wretched...

[color=darkred]So there I was, propagating in isolation the observables esoteric an inexplicable...

[color=darkred]I don't write but then again I can not think in english so if what you think...

The day of the arraignment dawned, beautifully. The suns rays reflected in an...

The day of the arraignment dawned, beautifully. The suns rays reflected in an array of vibrant colors, reflected from vestiges of puffy clouds, clouds that sat low on the horizon. Clouds that lauded a rare moment in the life of a Los Angelino: a moment during which the sky had been washed clean, cleansed of its ever present impurity. The visual was wasted on Him; it was wasted on Him not because He didnt appreciate such displays of natural beauty. No, indeed, He was always one to stop and stare, one to drink in such beauty and wonder. It was as if His . . . ever present battle, His reason for being (continuing, in actuality), was in fact only distracting Him from such moments, such moments that are the true and only meaning of life. The stunning visual was wasted on Him because at the moment, The Moment, his vision was blocked by tons and tons, floor upon floor, of cold, hard, cinder block.

Strange, He wondered aloud, Not being able to so much as view the sky, although at the moment, The Moment, this is very much what He wanted to do. . . He knew it had rained yesterday. . . Although, whether the rain had stopped or not, He couldnt possibly have known for sure. He also knew that after a heavy rain the sky would look brilliant. He knew that it was indeed a rare day for the residents of Los Angeles, especially around the moments of sunrise. He thought about those kinds of things. For now, and for as long as he could remember. . .

[color=darkred]The words, the words I draw them back, back, back a thousand years, what do...

[color=darkred]stroll strut limp crutch stand tall trip fall hit hold fret fold launch fly...

[color=darkred]What happened? Supernova. The sun expanded handed us a certain death of fire...

[color=darkred]I want to fly away so I can say that I'm no longer here in the same place with...

[color=darkred]the clash of battle ring of swords the blast of bullets this is war i can not...

[color=darkred]I would be so much better off, If the truth hadn't misfired, people wouldn't...

[color=darkred]A delicate form that is care lined and worn gently floats along the cosmos A...

[color=darkred]Hello, I'm here, and here to stay, regardless what you have to say about the...

[color=darkred]He danced a jig so rapidly that one could barely see his feet they wore right...

[color=darkred]If I could draw these words As if they were a picture Do you have a clue How...

[color=darkred]Life is within a stencil So choose your weapon pen or pencil Is it possible...

[color=darkred]Pace on top of burning coals, pace back and forth, pace until you've had enough...

[color=darkred]I can't explain how it remains it after all is just a grain of sand on a beach,...

[color=darkred]Plough straight through and roll right over beat to death this one endeavor...

[color=darkred]spinning changing colors threading weaves upon each other distended sheaves...

[color=darkred]spare me the agony & dare me towards tragedy so I can be sad to see...

[color=darkred]one day I may encounter truth I'll be sure to send it on to you oh wait a sec...

[color=darkred]twist your soul into a Lovely knot now if you would be so kind as to place your...

[color=darkred]for shame for shame to kill and maim just for your petty impersonal gain but...

[color=darkred]Sticks and stones may break my bones but guns can shoot right through me, and...

[color=darkred]damn that bastard threw the game it busted through the window frame and crushed...

[color=darkred]why instead of cry do I sit there and laugh it's still me the same person...

[color=darkred]did you know that on a globe a world cut up apportioned out divided east west...

[color=darkred]Life rolls on a breeze of uneasiness thronged with a sweet scent of song not...

[color=darkred]The avid narcissist goes never knows, nor does he care, for what narcissism...

[color=darkred]on and on the race it goes the race that is the game of thrones it's only changed...

on and on the race it goes the race that is the game of thrones it's only changed everyone knows in that the kings are dead and gone so now the prize is cash and so there are more players many more in fact everyone is enthralled with victory though none win all it is more fair this way although not very as the winners know the evolved form of feudal lords who still follow the birthright laws inheriting more than the flaws genetically passed from above these new aged lords and ladies fair still rule as much as they can dare to show while trapped on waves of air broadcast as far as here and there for the smallfolk to stop and stare participate as if they were a vital part their import sure their small opinions spin the world their hands lift up foundation stones for castle knight king and his throne ever this way is how its gone meekly inherited for few to own. granted there are benefits and arguments no end of it standard of living up it went right through the roof for now from then at least for some of us that is still there are those whose lives are bent and old from birth to shortened end the most luckless third world get who only need to bow and bend the knee so they can then be free to share the corporate wealth as we have done they surely see how better fed and fat the free world is so what is it that keeps their knees unbent their nations loud with weak protest perhaps their gods have truly sent word to their prophets who have said to always fight against the west certainly never let them best the opposition and assimilate the rest. so arguments fly forth and back and logic is the first attacked because good sense is such a threat and is quite simple to perfect regardless what is truly meant to fight for us or fight for them to give your life as just expense with bomb or fatigues round your chest is about as normal as it gets depending where you're born and bred and thus the conflict winds and wends its way around the mob convinced to fight for that or defend this "convinced by whom" I ask and grit my teeth as noone answers to my satisfaction. which just king or maiden fair which knight which lordling is prepared to admit they're to blame that it was them it was their faction whole or in part then take action begin to wane instead of waxing, realize war and strife industrial life might be too taxing on our planet on our people all of us created equal strike a balance in our lives and how we live and how we're tried and how challenged, scale back what we devour all the food and water power be it tangible or otherwise how can we hope to think and strive together as is meant to be while standing tall or bending knee democracy or under kings it hardly matters how it happens it will for certain come to pass and the only question remaining being who will remain standing who will carry on the torch and who will die who must be lost and which great nation will be crushed and how much longer will it last this cycle born of present past and future crashing through a moment with a throne and all these people trying vainly to sit on it.

on and on
the race it goes
the race that is
the game of thrones
it's only changed
everyone knows
in that the kings
are dead and gone
so now the prize
is cash and so
there are more players
many more
in fact everyone
is enthralled
with victory
though none win all
it is more fair
this way although
not very
as the winners know
the evolved form
of feudal lords
who still follow
the birthright laws
inheriting
more than the flaws
genetically
passed from above
these new aged lords
and ladies fair
still rule as much
as they can dare
to show while trapped
on waves of air
broadcast as far
as here and there
for the smallfolk
to stop and stare
participate
as if they were
a vital part
their import sure
their small opinions
spin the world
their hands lift up
foundation stones
for castle knight
king and his throne
ever this way
is how its gone
meekly inherited
for few to own.

granted
there are benefits
and arguments
no end of it
standard of living
up it went
right through the roof
for now from then
at least for some of us that is
still there are those
whose lives are bent
and old from birth
to shortened end
the most luckless
third world get
who only need
to bow and bend
the knee
so they can then be free
to share the corporate wealth
as we have done
they surely see
how better fed
and fat the free world is
so what is it
that keeps their knees unbent
their nations loud
with weak protest
perhaps their gods
have truly sent
word to their prophets
who have said
to always fight
against the west
certainly never let them best
all opposition,
and assimilate the rest.

so arguments
fly forth and back
and logic is
the first attacked
because good sense
is such a threat
and is quite simple
to perfect
regardless what
is truly meant
to fight for us
or fight for them
to give your life
as just expense
with bomb or fatigues
round your chest
is about as normal
as it gets
depending where
you're born and bred
and thus the conflict
winds and wends
its way around
the mob convinced
to fight for that
or defend this
"convinced by whom?"
I ask and grit
my teeth as noone answers to my satisfaction.

which just king
or maiden fair
which knight which lordling
is prepared
to admit they're to blame
that it was them
it was their faction
whole or in part
then take action
begin to wane
instead of waxing
realize war and strife
industrial life
might be too taxing
on our planet
on our people
all of us
created equal
strike a balance
in our lives
and how we live
and how we're tried
and how challenged
scale back
what we devour
all the food
and water
power
be it tangible
or otherwise
how can we hope
to think and strive
together
as is meant to be
while standing tall
or bending knee
democracy
or under kings
it hardly matters
how it happens
it will for certain
come to pass and
the only question remaining being
who will remain standing
who will carry on the torch
and who will die
who must be lost
and which great nation
will be crushed
and how much longer
will it last
this cycle born
of present, past, and future crashing through a moment
with a throne
and all these people trying vainly to sit on it.

[color=darkred]life is a brushstroke, hovering delicately above a canvas world, tenuously at...

[color=darkred]if you can see me damn I must not be invisible but at least I can thread a weave...

[color=darkred]he dips the acid in the quill then spills it out on paper leaves it there...

[color=darkred]words strung out unseemly like a fat chic in a string bakini a sad act without...

[color=darkred]There is no one to turn to in the frigid cold when the winter stars open wide...

[color=darkred]Molecules they bend and form they're sent right through the ether borne on...

[color=darkred]thirteen petals blue, eight petals red, six petals yellow, twenty eight pronounced...

[color=darkred]It's people pie, have a slice, a single serving, will suffice, devour sour or...

[color=darkred]red green christmas trees bulbs tinsel holly leaves kids laughter carol singing...

[color=darkred]There's life in the rain it's falling down spilling out upon the ground...

[color=darkred]God, Inc. [i]dba[/i] a human CEO [b]Report![/b] Sir! the humans are increasing...

[color=darkred]Desert sun rise fill my eyes glow horizon brim tears sear rays begin day warm...

[color=darkred]Thriving on subtle minutiae 'cause the big picture is fucken gay Drunken...

Thriving on subtle minutiae
'cause the big picture is fucken gay

Drunken on so many tears
inebriated through the years
on tragedy lost hopes and fears
. . . and maybe one too many beers

File away what you've got to say 'cause I don't want to hear it
save it for another day when I'm no longer anywhere near it

These reindeer aren't driving anywhere
On schlitz on magnum on OE on mickeys
on cobra on country club on anything but steel reserve 211

[color=darkred]Worlds within words wars without weapons wickedly wrought when wives beat...

[color=darkred]Where are we when our thirst for mirth is quenched our desires spent time...

[color=darkred]One life to live when it begins young pure and good misunderstood then...

[color=darkred]what is lacking? passion I've got it while I'm working when I'm in the...

[color=darkred]The day is gloomy and cold I am alone in the crowd Enthroned in my mind judging...

[color=darkred]a phoenix dies a thousand deaths is reborn every time a man or woman takes...

[color=darkred]The words she cries they echo avalanches down the mountainside which bury thos...

[color=darkred]My thirst is never quenched. My desire for freedom never spent. This feeling...

[color=darkred]I remember obama you see, because his name rhymes with osama, like osama bin...

[color=darkred]when my body perished my mind it stayed behind well, above, and slightly to...

in the rock's strata captured for all time is the fossilized hat a fisher hat, with a blue...

in the rock's strata
captured for all time
is the fossilized hat
a fisher hat, with a blue band around the base
one side of the brim turned down, one side turned up
its manufactured polymers make it virtually impregnable
to the siege of time
it waits
it waits for a new species to evolve
to become civilized
to eventually become interested in archeology
and ancient civilizations
it waits
a never ending tribute
for the ages
a constant reminder
of eclectic taste
though who might eventually remember
I can hardly say

beings gather round the site
peering by the caution tape
as the head of the team
gently, painstakingly, brushes away the grit
from the emerging brim
of the fisher hat
the blue band around the base
still patiently waits
brim still turned up on one side, down on the other
and though it may not win a nobel prize
I find
that it is nevertheless a remarkable find
the wearer, they say
according to the carbon date
surely must have had
eclectic taste.

never admit to what you are only admit to that which you would like to be 'of course you...

never admit to what you are
only admit to that which you would like to be

'of course you didn't call
why would you
what would you have said?'

'I Love you'

'my response would surely have been
I Love you
but
why the words?
when more than one hundred miles separate us?
why the words?
with no actions to back them?'

(world weary feet
don't readily walk
one hundred miles)

'I
don't know.
I'm sorry. . . '

'hahahaa' (unfeigned mirth)
'can you tell that I'm smiling?
you've never done anything
that you should apologise to me for
you've never done anything to me
that requires an apology. . .
it's so easy to say
that nobody is perfect
but it's just as easy
to say that everbody is
and even easier to say
that you are.'

ply the harp strings spiraling sheared through the middle all such sound as rings forth rivaling the...

ply the harp strings
spiraling
sheared through the middle all
such sound as rings forth
rivaling
the wilderness' call
now bind the harp strings
matrimony
of each broken chord
then try once more a
cacaphony
mended yes but broken more
maybe remove each
offending string
and replace them one and all
but it's no use
pretending
what you are left with is
a different harp

life like vertiginous roller coasters romantic as proliferative Lovers captured by circumscribable...

life like
vertiginous roller coasters
romantic as
proliferative Lovers
captured by
circumscribable intentions

did I mention
superfluous adjectives
add a bit of
. . . contribute minute amounts of
grandiosity

but they're mostly
adjectively annoying
if words could smell
they'd be cloying
. . . stimulate olfactory response?

damn
rejoicing every four letters
may be in order
. . . evidently necessary
rather
. . . at any rate
or
. . . alternatively!

inanities
insanity
but distinctly pink and fluffy
harmless
improbably producing calamities
gormless torture, for instance
or
. . . dynamic interrogative procedure?

keep. your eye. on the ball. in thrall inspection might just fall quite short it's more like...

keep. your eye. on the ball. in thrall inspection might just fall quite short it's more like gaping gawking staring impolitely watching not a single blink involved the eyes are burning tears are streaming still they're seeing all just drinking it all in not thinking pondering not framing sentences deriving meaning nothing. just. watching. stopping is not possible to tear the eyes away will do just that they're hypnotised they're drawn they're focused forced in bondage no it's worse they have an option but still straight ahead they stare there's only one thing that they care to see and there it is it's everything. magnetic north and compasses have nothing on it. pathetic words encompass it but barely. rarely is it noticed without being itemized sincerely overlooked and quantified and complicated cut to bits and prodded poked transformed into a slogan changed beyond all recognition shouted preached in its perverted state too late for understanding. too late for observation. too late to stop, and see the flowers.

when it hits you you can't think or speak you daren't even move or blink no one can ever find...

when it hits you you can't think or speak you daren't even move or blink no one can ever find out how or why it's unknown every time it's death or Love which one. well of course the one that rhymes and fits into the rythm right.

to the stars brothers and sisters outward and onward to worlds unexplored star systems as...

to the stars
brothers and sisters
outward and onward
to worlds unexplored
star systems
as yet not poluted
uncrowded
most importantly untamed
they wait for the lash
the scream and cry
of our dominion
and in that instant
of relative time
before progress stagnates
we can be happy
we can be free
if only because
our environment binds us
our unmercifull master
is a lifeless frontier
our shackles
are not mass produced
our bondage
glorious, and welcome
our failures
our own
our victories also
the millstone that grinds us
wrest away from the multitudes
individuals responsible
for grinding away
at their own souls
you'd think they might ease up
not so
freedom
like anything else
has its price

a visual armada audible cannonade a fusillade of stupid questions with no answers like...

a visual armada
audible cannonade
a fusillade of stupid questions
with no answers
like a bit of accompaniment
for an extremely out of tune orchestra
that's what you are
a constant reminder
that the rest of us
are better off
dead

instead
we abide
drowning in annoyance
forebearance to the fore
toppling like toy soldiers
like soldiers
until there are no more
and then
we lose, utterly, completely
we lose the war
snap. . .

remove yourself from my presence
before you feel the back of my hand
is all I meant to say
but all that came out
was your gurgling shriek of agony

actually
we'll snap out of our reveries
realizing that violence
can't solve all our problems
only cops
and governments
have that luxury
so what the fuck are we
gonna do
with you?

why do I write two thirty at night is not the time to resume the fight extra ciricular? or...

why do I write
two thirty at night
is not the time
to resume the fight
extra ciricular?
or ridiculous-er
I can't tell
which one makes me wanna vomit more

breathe in. . . sigh. . . breathe in. . . why do I not want to get high anymore it's such...

breathe in. . .
sigh. . .
breathe in. . .
why do I not want to get high anymore it's such a bore and drunk is plain regretable mostly insatiable costly forgettable though at the time I suppose it's incredible, why?, I don't know, and sober, sober is awkward pain never over till death I suppose but that's an unknown, Love is fun, like banking melancholy for a later withdrawal a sadness trust fund or the other withdrawal off of drugs narcotic beauty jonesing stupidly pining away for just one more taste of, bitter ashes, and success well now we're talking unless of course you're not selfish and vain self important and stained with pride untamed, religion? strange at best with morality cut away from the rest, ethics for its own sake is alright but like a test of patience how long until you realize noone cares and lack thereof is more profitable sophisticated even underestimated you'd be surprised what one could do with a lack of compassion a leg up on the action, someone elses leg no less, and all the rest,
breath in. . .
sigh. . .
breath in. . .

WAR! you can smell it on the wind WAR! mankinds greatest of sins now western powers groan...

WAR!
you can smell it on the wind
WAR!
mankinds greatest of sins

now western powers groan and bend at the seams with outpourings of men all destined to throttle themselves with violence and all this in the name of defense, the third world war is over, yes

the
third world
war

players with actual weapons join in I'm sure you can imagine the implications of this no more boo-hoo for poor little iraq, a shallow sentiment quickly dismissed no the future is far more interesting like the ultimate fighting championships compared to full grown bullies picking on little kids

there's only one real difference

all the losers
die

the sun is gonna die, a glowing ember on the funeral pyre of the universe. empty space is...

the sun is gonna die, a glowing ember on the funeral pyre of the universe. empty space is gonna close in, and that's not easy to pull off. the harsh reality that is nothingness will nonetheless clog our breath and before ya know it. . . dead. . . temperatures soar, or plummet, atmospheres scoured from the land, the planet with its skin flayed, restlessly dodging in and out of orbits untried, so unlike the old day to day, but cosmic destruction, it's the ultimate bounty hunter, it's a matter of time, maybe luck, then death from above, from the heavens, one of heaven's actual denizens, no wings or halos on this heavenly body though, just the stuff of the universe crammed into a ball for your enjoyment, or hideously painful demise, whatever the case may be, but never sweat the little things, it distracts from reality, a planet, a species, a galaxy, a universe rides on your shoulders, like what mechanical bulls do with drunk fools in bars after dark. the operator's got a nervous tick, and a smile for violence.

I ponder the mystery of the irony of history, but only with a mind unlimbered by wine. ....

I ponder the mystery
of the irony of history,
but only with a mind
unlimbered by wine. . .

Is it a coincidence
that inhibition
rhymes with inquisition?
They both kill people
for no reason,
after all.
These thoughts and more fall
through the carbonated haze.
All muddled,
bedazzled,
and dazed.

And days of yore
are ressurected,
if only in my brain.
Slopping about,
squirming devilishly.
The thought matches its object:
a protestant in flames.
God himself has trouble deciding
which soul can be saved.

I'm amazed
at such bitter clarity,
the inhibitions shriven away,
the wisdom revealed:
catholics, protestants,
muzlims, christians.
They're all the same.
The difference
between the knights
and the knaves
could fit up a gnat's ass,
and shake around in the extra space.

With these happy thoughts,
the unfinished bottle slips quietly
through my sleeping fingers. . .

I wake to the inhibition
staring me in the face,
with the pitiless eyes
of the righteous
man of god.
Eyes offering a glimpse
into oblivion.
He wrings the confession
from the flesh
with implements it is hard to imagine,
much less mention.

In torment
I can't help but wonder why
satan has been canonized
while the precious memories
of the true saints
are drubbed smartly about the head
by the keepers of the faith.

pardon me, but if this isn't the depths of entropy, then where exactly can we be? not standing...

pardon me, but if this isn't the depths of entropy, then where exactly can we be? not standing on the brink, surely. in freefall perhaps? oh dear me, please excuse any lapse. I really must refrain from going on without having the courtesy to explain exactly what it is I'm going on about. it's not as though this were common knowledge after all. being written on the wall in this day and age no longer qualifies as sage advice. skepticism reigns you might say, to paraphrase one of the greats: a degree in common sense from the university of stands to reason, is not something for which one would pay. . . but anyway, it's said that matter is constantly scattering towards a state of even distribution. this is sometimes applied to human lives and complex societies, where it's described as inevitable decline. and therein lies the hypocrisy. you see, people aren't little bits of things that just follow the laws of the universe, we're not going to gently disperse into the ether, benevolently succumbing to cosmic will. and further still if we did than decline is not something we'd find, it sounds more like socialism refined where equal pay equal say and equal space combined replace the age old rat race. decline they say? don't get me wrong though decline is indeed inevitable, but not in the same way as the universe does it. opposite in fact. rather than dispersing equally throughout, everything tends to gather at a focal point of douch-baggery, donald trump for example, or that guy that owns microsoft. eventually, in purely highlander fashion (there can be only one) everything that matters but Love is gathered in a single spot and the rest can rot in hell if they don't like it (or more likely a jail cell.) that my friends is entropy human style. but wait, the contradictions go on, this innate disdain for natural law and logic implies. . . ?


well, that we don't have to go quiet, of course.

in a cage of rage a coinniseur of lame untamed but not impure the same as fame without the...

in a cage of rage a coinniseur of lame untamed but not impure the same as fame without the lure just trained to maim and shout obscure and strange refrains each note a sewer of change a plain of rotten manure estranged today forever after bessotted with laughter retarded but after the smartest of actors, to play a part in my audience, is it too much to ask for?

how invigorating wear your heart on your sleeve where it catches a breeze you can blow 'round...

how invigorating wear your heart on your sleeve where it catches a breeze you can blow 'round with ease tugged around one arm outstretched with legs that flail behind in the gale expectant though ignorant of intended direction it's whimsical wind it'll spin a tornado and lighthearted people go round and round dragged in and thrown out they have actually found some flung hundreds of miles away or stuck right through tree trunks looking dazed but still rapturous as their hearts tug in vain just like the lucky ones who are left unscathed winging happily behind their hearts on parade.

sorry you've had your turn your name is on the cup like john in the phone book that's why...

sorry you've had your turn
your name is on the cup like john in the phone book
that's why you got burned by the penguins, look
they're mediocre at best like the rest of your shitty little backwater rest
and orson welles movies are all black and white
your 'lamp' isn't even that bright
it might be retro cliche at best
and those plastic ninja can kick your ass
tater tots describes your life
insignificant amounts of potato, deep fried
a thumb keyboard and boiling water is all you got to look forward to
a bummed retard with video game slaughter for homies
kill yourself? you ought to

the parents invest in sex and the child's success and what do they get a squalling brat poor...

the parents invest in sex and the child's success and what do they get a squalling brat poor sleep no rest finances whacked from purses fat to limp and sapped now the kid he's into toddlers futures too heavily apparently as the economy collapses while diaper rashes prove better than lack of pampers altogether glad for chewed gum off the tarmac hotwheels car crashes down syndrome disability charity case disabused of the idea that santa is fake at thirty eight still chews with mouth agape found gum a giant ball he's saved his football helmet keeps him safe and finally if rather late he finds true Love (learned to masturbate) just him and rosie every day but not in public most of the time now daddy in sorrow has wasted away but mommy is tougher but a little insane well who's kidding who now she's totally half baked on autopilot every day on mothers instinctual fuel for decades but the government stipend still comes in the mail and mommy's still hailed as a modern day saint for not letting daddy put em down in the early days 'it's just you and me, baby' is what she would say even before the old bastard died of shame and junior drools and looks confused beginning to massage his entire length 'no junior, what does mommy say?' 'ummmmmm. . . never polish your nob in public?' 'exactly' 'okay'

call for help expect it not barbarism is all we've got for granted taken everything and...

call for help
expect it not
barbarism
is all we've got
for granted taken
everything
and now at stake is
everything
life
is the prize
fight
or die
it's simple
quite
eat and drink
with all your might

there was a pun a play on words who grew up in an orphanage and never had this pun been...

there was a pun
a play on words
who grew up in
an orphanage
and never had
this pun been able
to play with the other puns

shunned and ridiculed he was
poor pun was picked on and bullied
but, don't pity the pun because
he grew up to be a cop
end of story

guffaw is such an apt description for laughing at something that isn't even funny when...

guffaw is such an apt description
for laughing at something
that isn't
even
funny
when you're not
at all
amused

so go ahead
look out your window
walk out your door
take a peek
at what this world has to offer
and laugh your fucken ass off

full throated, from the belly
let the tears stream unheeded
in maniacal glee

'cause sometimes
a short guffaw
just doesn't quite capture
the absolute lack
of hilarity

Love is a strawman peace is a strawman fact is that anything decent's a strawman happiness...

Love is a strawman
peace is a strawman
fact is that anything decent's a strawman
happiness honor and dignity make way
for expediency's sake

the only thing that isn't fake
is human's animal nature

but guess what

my strawmen
eyes cold, intent
scythes poised to rend flesh
have got you outnumbered
and surrounded

'but what of
the obvious contradiction
between your position
and your intent!'

the logician screams
at the bitter end
not realizing
that life is a strawman
and so apparently
is death

taxes paid in candy canes or I owe yous instead warfare fought with chess or checkers all...

taxes paid in candy canes
or I owe yous instead
warfare fought with chess or checkers
all inside my head

silence can be comfortable
on eggshells we can tread
kool-aid smiles break the ice
it's all inside my head

Love is a full contact sport
there's nothing left unsaid
the feeling never dulled by time
not ever in my head

if there is only just one left
lets share, come on, break bread
but of course, how could I have forgotten. . .
we're not inside my head.

I live in extra-dimensional space my body is but a carapace my mind is a bunch of neurons...

I live in extra-dimensional space
my body is but a carapace
my mind is a bunch of neurons firing
like old bundles of faulty wiring
but in a fourth or fifth or sixth
if numbers still apply
there is the crux of what is me
where I truly reside
this vital part its import sure
is only but an inch
an inch of me that can't be killed
can never be imprisoned
this inch of me will not give up
it fights for all of time
some call it god
some call it grace
call it what you want

it's mine

in a cage of rage a coinniseur of pain untamed of course impure the same as fame without the...

in a cage of rage a coinniseur of pain untamed of course impure the same as fame without the lure just trained to maim and shout obscure and strange refrains each note a sewer of change a plain of potent manure estranged today forever after bessotted with laughter retarded but after the smartest of actors to play a part in the audience, is that too much to ask for?

Now every day is Halloween Bloody rivulets glistening Dripping from the fingers and down...

Now every day is Halloween
Bloody rivulets glistening
Dripping from the fingers and down the arms
Of every single living being

Though 'living' may be generous
you may find 'corpse' analogous
Lurching along mob-like with a zombie gait
Each of us feeding off the rest of us

At least until that sorrowful day
When a cunning fellow changes his ways
And snatches the whole bag of treats away
From the rest of us poor kiddies at play

Leaves us dazed confused and crying refusing denying resigned to dismay until eaten by hate consumed resisting refuting defying in impotent rage. . .

And who can say how this holiday ends?

The vampire gorged
as seems its intent
leaving everyone else dead. . .

Perhaps classic horror naivete'
where the heroes always win the day. . .

Well reality or fantasy
The casualties stack to the eaves
And also assured is one more thing

I've only got to run faster than you
If I want to live
and I do




. . . I'll snatch your bag on my way through and laugh when they catch up to you

and the beat goes on think we've won but we haven't just drum support for one false maverick how...

and the beat goes on
think we've won
but we haven't
just drum
support for one
false maverick
how dumb
fools become
when they mistakin'
one scrum
for world war one
but it aint~
~s'just the beat goin on
think you won
no you didn't
how come
the same fools run
the same prison
re-runs
the same crap on the same tv
nothin free & nothin easy
how far
you got to fall before you see it
retards dead falls one step
and you in it
shovel tons
a shit right over either shoulder
find none
in front but now you got to back-pedal
stumble fall
bathe in the mess that aint yours
there just aint no recourse
'cause the beat goes
on

thoughts super sonic, draughts gin & tonics, walks runs and falls and stumbles crawls...

thoughts super sonic, draughts gin & tonics, walks runs and falls and stumbles crawls wind up with all that every time or once upon it, always, happily ever after, one moment in the future, chase it every second and it still seems to elude you, so, settle, for a buyers regret, without a receipt, just think, and medicate, or quit, and meditate, become one of the living dead foundation built upon your head climb through and stand on them instead, or, slink away with no regrets, good bye, au revoir, arrivederci my friends. . . I guess I shouldn't call you that, not because I don't Love you, but the term was ruined by john mccain, right along with a little word called change, that's why I don't want to play, anymore, I'll shut and lock my door, and for you, a wistful glance from my window.

it's a media circus three rings of worthless information elephant sits on mans head miraculously...

it's a media circus
three rings of worthless information
elephant sits on mans head
miraculously he's not dead
but he is the first human colonoscopy instrument
cat leaps from top of telephone pole
guess what
he lands on his feet
amidst cops and firefighters
a virtual fleet of onlookers
the cat streaks away, thanks
you have no idea how many people got paid for that display
politician spends too much money on outward appearance
but no amount of makeup masks his frog-like gullet
he'll never get re-elected
all the experts know it
half an hour later the pollsters start to show it
rich and famous so and so
is acquitted for such and such
so what
a statue is erected
in honor of the man who dared throw shoes at a visiting dignitary
his beaten body rots in a cell
as the crowds protesting his incarceration steadily swell
economists panic and shoot themselves
while others claim that by spending a couple trillion, all will be well
those who believe they're qualified
falling all over themselves to get in line
and now for the weather
bleak
with chance of downpour

oh by the way
fluffy the panda is pregnant

the zippa' ride at the carnival that the high strung out carnie fools slapped together with...

the zippa' ride at the carnival
that the high strung out carnie fools
slapped together with spit and glue
smashes faces whip lashes too
gives out free wire mesh tattoos
'till it falls down on top a you
hear it bucklin' wantin' to
blastin' off with the bolts and screws
where the fuck is the carnie dude
left it on and went to the loo
damn the kingpins've sheared right through
now were loose and unstoppable
lop sided individual
cars spinnin' while the whole thing rolls
smashin' kids women men then through
andy gumps drownin' them in you
know what I'm still grinnin' too

HA-HA-HAAA!

my favorite ride my favorite venue
ride 'till I die off into the blue
on my runaway zippa'
drop the stowaways hit the
gas and blow away with the
oblong wobble gait it's a
roll a hop okay spin a
total high speed chase winna'
smash the clowwwwwwwwn cops
get dowwwwwwwwn stop

BWAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA!

now breath deep and look sheepish

compressed from all sides there's no place to hide from this fusion suicide

compressed from all sides
there's no place to hide from this
fusion suicide

This is an ode to good as dead hippies Good as dead or even worse pittied Ascending the...

This is an ode
to good as dead hippies
Good as dead
or even worse pittied
Ascending the bell curve
falling into the trough
Ever crawling
back to the top
Mood swings
Each
every other ring
This clapper
fantastic
apparently spastic
Point 'A' to point 'B' dramatically
Investment, all, everything
Return, paltry, fair, exciting
All told
back into the fold
Rough edges
forced to fit into the mold
It was fact
they would never have to go back
Alas
men roll the globe along laid tracks
And so
here I am
crawling back
though I'll never set foot on a map
under glass
paying tax
those before me deserve more than that
To the memories of all that can happen when people are acting in concert demanding an end to the lack of the start of the freedom extolled by the blackest of hearts
(?)
They made freedom ring funereal
bled of all its material
If a bell could curve like mount everest
if everest could pierce the atmosphere
then happy homecoming's held at the top
meet me and the hiippies
or not

to stand outside yourself and look in unaffected by all the din

to stand outside yourself and look in
unaffected by all the din

True Love can never be without the sacrifice of peace of mind The solitude will cease The...

True Love can never be
without the sacrifice of peace of mind
The solitude will cease
The doubt,
the fear of loss increases
Silence;
gone, defeated
What, is something wrong?
Yes
Chaotic pair of dime shift
to gridlocked emotional traffic
where discerning quality
is sheer stockinged impossibility
but quantity suggests net gain gross pain loss pain hope pain Love pain
and most of all a promise to refrain
from ever doing this again,
so until then. . .

I fucked me up genes fucked me up god fucked me up you fucked me up but I liked it I'd...

I fucked me up
genes fucked me up
god fucked me up
you fucked me up
but I liked it
I'd do it again
I would spin
I would toss the dice over again
and if this time I win,
I'll still be fucked up

Why not pass the buck? It comes so naturally, at least as much as eventually becoming deceased,...

Why not pass the buck? It comes so naturally, at least as much as eventually becoming deceased, but lets not muck about; things can't be moved along without pinning blame on some unsuspecting lout, the more toward innocent the better lest he understand these letters. Come now you can't possibly think to shoulder your share of the blame. Well not me! I've got places to go and people to see, a status quo to uphold, and people like you to defeat

take a dictionary and a magic marker blot out every other word beat a child liberally than...

take a dictionary and a magic marker
blot out every other word
beat a child liberally
than cram the book into his skull
now tell the child day by day
there's tons of things he ought not know
but tons of stuff to memorize
while under your complete control
'complete' except for one minor thing
or two or three or four
his teachers, elders, those bigger than him
and lets not forget the law
well maybe skip all the bull and simply say
he's the lowest on the totem pole
just make sure that you don't complain
when he beats you to death with a hammer

In following the ancient path the ants are trodden on and killed without purpose hate or...

In following the ancient path
the ants are trodden on and killed
without purpose hate or wrath
in fact without knowledge or will
not murder, negligent homicide
a stride apathetic on a well beaten trail
what will live and what will die?
the ability to decide has failed, replaced by destiny on rails, a fate train filled with people powerless to do anything but bemoan and bewail
but stale philosophy still prevails
circular logic fuels cyclical history
a species tearing out its own entrails
and watching itself in misery
it is appropriate of course
that I am nothing but a live rotting corpse, and a mind that would rather be left behind when all the vandals leave for paradise
I'll fix it all then. . .
or at least pretend