Sunday, November 10, 2013

reconstruction

on what I perceived to be solid ground beneath me was shattered,
a wizard, a shaman, a poet,
with no remorse,
sent me plummeting,
and as flashes of life reflect off the shards,
crashing down around me,
I could, in a way, suddenly piece them together in my mind,
clearer now than when they were whole,
what seemed concrete before, was merely an illusion,
constructed by those who would see your brain scattered,
relentlessly raping your brain into tatters,
unwillingly, unknowingly playing the part of a whore,
ya see I was dying on that "concrete" platform,
being sucked dry of life,
until I was saved by those 3 heroes,
unafraid to laugh in the face of demons,
to make a mockery of what's deemed sacred by unholy entities,
they saved me from my own ignorance,
and without it I fall,
falling through what seems to be an endless void,
falling as images of a past life remind me the horrors I left behind,
falling, looking for another safe ground to land on,
falling, hoping that one day I can find myself on their level,
so maybe,
that wizard, shaman, and poet,
can make use of this broken knight

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

a new king

a god was born today
     and we shall bow in worship
for we are the ones who say
     his life holds more importance than any other

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

manipulated

better take a side,
don't use your common sense, let emotions decide
I find it interesting how you use your "voice"
they don't need speakers on buildings
that's what we have television for
just behave and please don't think

in this small spectrum we're given a choice
think beyond that and you're an enemy
what would the pawn do if he knew this is a game?
you think he'd still want to play along?

and for god's sake I hope I'm wrong
here's hoping, here's hoping
nightmarish thoughts are all gone
they're taken with our dreams
made manifest all around us
maybe one day you'll sing along
here's hoping, here's hoping
force fed a story, you eat it up
ya watch so many shows, I think you're losing touch
who cares about plot holes as long the ending's the same
manipulated in choosing a side
argue amongst yourselves while demons hide
just take a step back and open your eyes
it might already be too late

in this small spectrum we're given a choice
think beyond that and you're an enemy
what would the pawn do if he knew this is a game?
you think he'd still want to play along?

for god's sake I hope I'm wrong
here's hoping, here's hoping
nightmarish thoughts are all gone
they're taken with our dreams
made manifest all around us
maybe one day you'll sing along
here's hoping, here's hoping

Sunday, June 16, 2013

women. what are the good for? absolutely nothing.

Terrible.
Terrible fucking creatures.
Scum of society
with nothing even half intelligent to add to it
some might be knowledgeable
but where's the wisdom?
Too busy living their lil lives
goin' to the bar playing that
pathetic lil game they play
with guys who have absolutely
no respect for themselves.
Kinda makes me sick to be honest.
You're lucky you have that pussy because without it
no one would give a fuck
what you have to say
Terrible.
Terrible humorless princesses
waiting for their jesters to amuse them
'cause they ain't got the brains to do it themselves
one reality and
society has bent to her will
no logic or reason
and their stories aren't bound by age
for they all have the same
with their supposed best friend
who loves them but
"they're just friends"
it's sad. it's terrible.
does nothing change?
 i always hoped that with old age
i'd find me a good girl
no not a girl
a woman
but i think that breed died out many years ago

Saturday, June 8, 2013

fantasy or reality?

am I the only one
that sees there's something wrong with this situation?
stuck in a dream where all we do is consume
in a state of constant want
with no sense of what we need

wait a second!
just hear me out!
I'm telling you this for your own good

please sit back, catch your breath
and take a look around
while we're distracted
we're taken advantage of

equality, rights for all,
just don't be poor or
it's all your fault,
saluting flags of imperialists
not fighting for rights
but the right to be rich

the truth is so diluted
it's hard to know what to believe
we make it easy
fantasy or reality?
it's all the same
to simple minds
numbed by their t.v.

wait a second!
just hear me out!
I'm telling you this for your own good

please sit back, catch your breath
and take a look around
while we're distracted
we're taken advantage of

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

it begins and ends with her

Her
Only her
Only loves her
She only loves her
She only loves herself
Only loves herself
Loves herself
Herself
Her

hot mess

she's at the bar again cigarette lit in her hand
she's drinking herself into oblivion every god damn night
I guess some things are too hard to face sober
she's downing those milly lites
she's trying to erase the past from her mind

isn't it better, baby, to just face it
rather than trying to forget who you are?
baby I know its hard

there she is at the bar again singing the same songs
like she did all the nights before and it never gets old
she's roping some poor bastard in
she needs his attention
ointment for her bruised ego
the pain subsides but the mark still shows
isn't it better, baby, to just face it
rather than trying to forget who you are?
baby I know its hard

she sold her soul for a plastic life
now she drinks herself to death
trying to fill what's left inside
 
she's hiding behind lies on top of lies
she's running out of people who believe her stories
one crack in her armor and now she's been exposed
she's just an insecure girl lashing out at the world
chewed up but not spit out
she sold her soul for a plastic life
now she drinks herself to death
trying to fill what's left inside

goodbye, friend

hey you,
when did you lose control?
is it that important to you
that you abandon your ideals?
it took me all these years
and I finally feel
it's time to let go

goodbye, friend
it was fun while it lasted
I stuck around for as long as i can
I hope there's no hard feelings
but everything good comes to an end
so goodbye, friend
I can't say I don't have any regrets
and I sure as shit can't say
that I have always been the best
but I guess I'm not compatible
with version 6.0
I preferred the original
goodbye, friend
it was fun while it lasted
I stuck around for as long as i can
I hope there's no hard feelings
but everything good comes to an end
so goodbye, friend

too many phases
I can't keep up
too many changes
I've had enough
I followed you through thick and thin
I've swallowed my pride, I swear
for the very last time

so goodbye, friend
it was fun while it lasted
I stuck around for as long as i can
I hope there's no hard feelings
but everything good comes to an end
so goodbye, friend
it was fun while it lasted
I stuck around for as long as i can
I hope there's no hard feelings
but everything good comes to an end
so goodbye, friend

we shoulda taken that left turn at albuquerque

we wanted a good time
a little poison for our minds
now everything seems to be a lie
our world magnified
picking apart our own lives
self loathing is a son of a bitch
dropped our defenses now all is lost
succumbed to our invading thoughts
we did this to ourselves
and nobody can help
right next to each other yet were still miles apart
and its just so damn hard to face yourself
sometimes reflections aren't pretty
some doors should stay locked
a moment of clarity
we were doomed at take off

I think we took a wrong turn
this place doesn't look familiar
I don't think god can save us
no, god won't save us this time
look in our eyes and you could tell
we took a nose-dive into hell
I don't think god can save us
no god wont save us this time
don't worry this is fine
we do this sort of thing all the
time is moving so slow and
I feel like I am losing my mind
we can watch reality melt away
and let our nightmares take its place
where we will be the witch
and light the fire to our own stake
I think we took a wrong turn
this place doesn't look familiar
I don't think god can save us
no, god won't save us this time
look in our eyes and you could tell
we took a nose-dive into hell
I don't think god can save us
no, god won't save us this time

the hardest stuff on earth

I have that feeling in my gut
you must have reared your ugly head
there's no place for you here so move along
and hide back in the bomb shed
you built for yourself where
no one can tell you you're wrong
'cause you're never wrong
you've isolated yourself from burning every bridge you've crossed
and its so easy to look down on us when we have to swim across
 to see who you really are
I liked the view better from afar
are you tired of playing the victim?
how long can this go on?
your story is full of inconsistencies
and is falling apart at the seams
I'm finding flaws in the fiction you read
this self righteous path is only making you worse
and if no one has told you, let me be the first
this self righteous path is only making you worse
and if no one has told you, let me be the first
your heart's made from
the hardest stuff on earth