Friday, November 20, 2015

i'm an innocent man

you held the trial for my crimes
behind closed doors,
allowing me no representation,
gathered a tilted jury
and a biased judge
incapable of seeing
the counter-argument,
either through their agenda
or lack of evidence disproving
the half-truths you tell,
it was there you decided
my fate, unable to
defend myself from
your accusations,
I stood outside helpless,
two months of waiting
for a verdict when
I realized there
were no chains
binding me to this
unfair hearing,
I walked away a free man,
leaving your absurd
allegations behind

Thursday, November 19, 2015

the eyes of horror

in this old beat up town
lies a terror
a terror yet to be seen
in this old beat up town
death awaits us
dark shadows lurking

mysteries of occult activity
malicious eyes are watching
entangled in a web of murder & intrigue
I can feel darkness growing

I must be losing my mind
reality becoming a blur
falling deeper into darkness
it swallows me whole
it's written on the walls
in blood they spell our doom
unfathomable creatures
they're coming for us all

in this old beat up town
lives an evil
an evil waking
in this old beat up town
plans set in motion
it's the end of all things

mysteries of occult activity
malicious eyes are watching
entangled in a web of murder & intrigue
I can feel darkness growing
an overwhelming dread
a ritual of death
the fear has taken control

I slip into madness
as I witness the impossible
helpless to stop it all
I stare into the eyes of horror
death and destruction
lie in their wake
there is no hope, it's too late
sanity is lost as
I stare into the eyes of horror
I slip into madness
as I witness the impossible
helpless to stop it all
I stare into the eyes of horror
death and destruction
lie in their wake
there is no hope, it's too late
sanity is lost as
I stare into the eyes of horror

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

grow up

patience of dealing with
impractical adults
at an all-time low,
adults who want things
but unwilling to
do what it necessary,
unwilling to sacrifice,
adults who sound like
children whining and
acting out, throwing
temper-tantrums
if told the truth
or the reasonable
not able/willing to face
what is necessary
to fix their problems,
this hypocritical nature
is venomous,
with my patience gone,
I can no longer cater to it

Friday, November 13, 2015

daily reminders of you

every day
I am reminded of you

whether it's a play of Matilda
or the ice-skating rink at city hall

I try to forget
but life won't let me

and when I'm reminded
of our time together

I'm also reminded
of the pain I'm in without you

these memories
they are cruel

Thursday, November 12, 2015

tattoos in the workplace

something seems strange,
I can feel it in my gut,
they scream discrimination,
when all I see is indoctrination,
crying it's because their skin
whether its green, red, purple or pink

something seems strange,
the idea has been lost,
identities being robbed,
stolen by the conformed,
they dictate what's right or wrong
it didn't exist until they came along

we should all have tattoos
how else would we know what you're into?
it means a lot to you
to advertise what ya like
the things you watch and buy

when the norms take over
the counter-culture
they demand tattoos in the workplace
they demand tattoos in the workplace
let's co-opt and make some trends
ditch the ideals attached to them
and demand tattoos in the workplace
and demand tattoos in the workplace

when pop culture sets its sights
be ready to let go,
they'll take everything you hold dear
and claim it as their own,
they'll twist everything you love,
warp it beyond any recognition

we should all have tattoos
how else would we know what you're into?
it means a lot to you
the video games ya play
some internet quote or anime
when the norms take over
the counter-culture
they demand tattoo's in the workplace
they demand tattoo's in the workplace
let's co-opt and make some trends
ditch the ideals attached to them
and demand tattoos in the workplace
and demand tattoos in the workplace

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

drop of a hat, flip of a dime

she did it again,
I fell for it... again,
while the guard was asleep
she slunk her way by,
back into my life,
whispering lies
as I danced to the melody
of her melodramatic tune,
entranced by her words,
ready to climb the long stairway
of trust and commitment

she is handicapped,
lacking a will of her own
she used her two crutches;
fear and confusion,
so I carried her
up the stairs

each
   step
      more
      arduous
               than
                    the
                       last

my body aching,
my mind racked,
my will tested...
yet unshaken

pure determination
with no help from the
one-hundred pounds of
pessimistic dead-weight
littering the stairs before us
with oil slicks and banana peels
in which I navigated carefully,
though, inevitable to
slip and fall

it was then she saw
another man walking up the steps,
fresh and full of energy from
only carrying himself,
without hesitation
jumped into his arms
leaving me laying there
buried in excuses,
left with her crutches
which she didn't
seem to need anymore

unable to walk from the fall,
I picked them up,
no longer fear and confusion
but now anger and hatred,
I used them as I hobbled
back down the steps
cursing all of the
banana peels and oil slicks
along the way