Monday, February 29, 2016

enjoy ruling your world

a life spent walking on the red carpet
rolled out by peons who go unappreciated,
heels spotless, never touching dirt,
it becomes impossible to understand
the mud-smeared faces looming back,
their gestures long forgotten,
so easily replaced-
and this is life after-all right?

self-absorption blinds any deed
of those who drown in puddles
protecting feet from life's unpleasantries,
made as ordinary as taking
honey with tea,
it's easy to walk over them
with the rug covering their body
muffling their cries as they become
just another portion of the path of bones
that snap-crackle-pop with each step;
sweet lullaby for the insecure calloused

pity is feigned as long as distance is kept,
the illusion must remain and
the hierarchy preserved,
there's only one who walks the path
while the others clear the way,
if the mask slips then order will collapse,
causing true nature to gush from every orifice
tainting what was once considered pristine
revealing to all the gruesome, writhing monster
they had once worshiped

Sunday, February 28, 2016

modern slave

I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be like you
how's that box ya live in?
is it keepin' ya safe?
does it keep you warm throughout the night?
you're gonna suffocate, let me reiterate,
the walls are closing in, air is getting thin
if asphyxiation's not yer thing
then it's 'bout ya escaped

am I wasting my life away
or am I the one who's living?
I saw a bit more of the world
while you were on a leash all day

why don't ya tell me
what'd ya do today?
made someone else rich slaving yourself away?
now use your tokens to buy your prize
the toys distracting your eyes
while livin' in a cage, skipping meals everyday
lack of sleep, lack of thought,
brain barely functioning at all

am I wasting my life away
or am I the one who's living?
I saw a bit more of the world
while you were on a leash all day

I don't wanna be a modern slave

Saturday, February 27, 2016

s.s. bullheaded

welcome aboard
you're with the bullheaded
lock it up, keep it steady now
just listen to me and
everything will be just fine
plowing ahead
through any obstacles in our way
we always go head strong
cause nothing will ever penetrate this hull (our skulls)
shouting at the top of our lungs

we sail into the storm
no wave will deter us from our course
this is the s.s. bullheaded
and we'll fight to carry on
no need to check our maps
full sail ahead without the wind to our backs
this is the s.s. bullheaded
and we'll fight to carry on

watch what you say
the boys don't take too kindly
to logic these days
just shut your mouth
toss your thoughts and opinions away

cause we don't need any change 'round here
no, we don't need any change 'round here

we sail into the storm
no wave will deter us from our course
this is the s.s. bullheaded
and we'll fight to carry on
no need to check our maps
full sail ahead without the wind to our backs
this is the s.s. bullheaded
and we'll fight to carry on

Friday, February 26, 2016

i have no lungs, and i must breathe

I lay in a delirium,
unsure of the place or time,
only concentrating on the
in
and
out,
pulling at my chest,
spiders spin webs,
thick and tight,
leaving room for nothing else,
trapping themselves,
they cry their chorus,
I listen to the choir
of wailing souls sing their
haunting tune with every
in
and
out,
like I've been buried alive
and the oxygen is
fleeting, each
in
and
out
I take less with me,
my strength wanes
and the cries become louder,
deafening,
in
and
out,
the grim warmth washes over me,
I let myself drift to the will
of the surreal force that
guides me,
in
and
out,
I lay in a delirium,
unsure if I'm still in
a place or time

Monday, February 15, 2016

how 'bout a little consistency?

some days...
you can toss a hair,
I'd swing my knife
splitting it in two
with a great display of
reflexes and coordination

other days...
the hair becomes a lead pipe,
I reach for my knife-
nowhere to be found,
I search through drawers
only to find a ladle
in which I use to clumsily
whack at the pipe
in futility

whore

happy valentine's day to
the pretentious whore
who was bought tonight with
an offering worthy of her approval,
diving into pockets
deep enough to sate her...
temporarily

the whore is empty,
using others to fill
that void within

she creates illusions of a real person
camouflaging herself in their
interests, ideals,
morals- when it suits her,
abandons all of it
when she finds someone else
offering more,
believing she is entitled to it,
repeating the cycle,
always wanting,
never truly finding-
happiness,
herself,
because there is nothing to find,
only a whore in denial

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

existence in time

every year that passes
I become increasingly aware how short our lives are,
a human life-time weighed against it's own legacy, an idea,
the earth, the universe, no time to waste
yet it seems that's all we do,
time is stolen but never given,
it is also a flat circle whatever that means,
a timeless idea that may fade- with time,
check the clock and another minute passes
while more ideas are lost, the ones that stick around
will most likely die way before I do,
others will have eternal lives as long as
there's someone left to remember,
dinosaurs aren't extinct and
the Mexican army still advances on the Alamo,
these impacts resonate but will eventually fade-
in time, everything does,
when the earth collapses and the universe retracts into itself,
maybe we'll be prisoners to this script, doomed
to play all of this out again,
as this all may just be a memory of something
we will never understand
but-
every year that passes
I become increasingly aware...