fire in the city,
and the skies go gray
from ashes rising up
over the criminals and citizens,
and we are survivors
watching the state collapse
and the economy crumble
over the criminals and citizens.
there’s only so much light allowed
into the darkness,
and we are labeled as the weak ones
for being pure of heart
and believing in myth and allegory.
06.28.11.
if i could,
yes, i would
just stay put
at the back
of the bus.
if you must,
just don’t care
and in god trust.
get it straight.
this country
is about
greed, money
and lust.
an old machine
covered with rust.
fuck it man.
fuck it all.
fuck your job.
fucking tourette’s
got me again
in a box
with some locks,
which your heart
holds the key.
set me free
on tv
like reality
programming.
market me;
my identity
and personality.
repackage me
for the populous
and masses.
fuck it man.
fuck it all.
fuck your job.
fuck it all.
fuck it all.
06.28.11.
why you always want to be in dark places
when there’s light all around?
even the city and concrete
get sunlight in the winter.
02.15.11.
i should remember
today
like i should recall each day.
as the day,
i changed a little,
i learned a little,
and got my soul
to being a little more whole,
not even concerned
with being holier,
as long as i learn, expand, develop and GROW
like the plants in our garden.
from beginning to the end
to be a part of the message
that’s going to change the world.
i should recall today
as not just any other day,
as how i should perceive each and every day
like the day, i chose to change the way
i saw everything and learned to finally
see everything.
02.15.11.
broke myself into the inside of
my brain,
and left a message for myself
to find
myself all in disarray.
the world is rearranged
every single day
with the energy to change
the world,
but i keep getting dragged
down into a giant
great big hole
that i wish the whole
world would
just disappear.
by night time, i’m so ready
to throw it all away,
and not give a fuck about
anything,
and just give into all of the temptations
until i finally give into
deep sleep,
so that by the next day,
i’ve forgotten all about my
message,
and how i broke myself into the
inside of my brain.
02.15.11.
don’t tell me you don’t understand
that everything’s been preplanned,
and we are a part of it, but
no one ever asked us.
we just got thrown into the game,
but i do not want to play
because no one really knows the rules
since there are none,
and thus it becomes so easy
to play unfair,
whether intentional or accidental.
i do not want to play.
i do not want to play
at living-
that life’s a game
for winners and losers.
no, i do not want to play.
i want to live.
i want to live mine.
i want to live my life
beyond the self imposed sorrow
and fake plastic smiles,
beyond the mystics and martyrs,
beyond the saints and the sinners,
beyond good and evil,
i want to live.
i want to live my life
(with you).
02.15.11.
the world is maddening science
and murderous laughter
and treacherous whispers.
the world is misleading.
the world is mythical science
and magical laughter
and tantalizing whispers.
the world has its ways
and humans do theirs.
the birds have their own
and other animals more,
and somewhere along the edge
of the great big empty
or maybe it’s full-
an infinite void.
everything meets,
but only for moments, seconds, an instant,
and since well everything constantly rotates
and repeats,
everything meets
like light and the dark.
the good and the bad.
12.31.10.
so the earth stood still
or the nation did,
who remembers?
has the time to?
we are sequestered
in our own little worlds,
who wants out?
or has the energy for the
fight?
who sucked the joy out
of being human?
who has eyes for beauty
or has the time to?
so the earth stands still
or nations do
and sometimes crumble
as empires are intended to
once the emperor’s grasp squeezes
too tightly
around the citizens’ necks,
who must then decide
to also stand still
or start a revolution.
12.31.10.
we will all wake up one day.
one morning i awoke,
opened my eyes and a
strange feeling emerged,
but it had been there all along
like a birthmark.
an ancient unconscious feeling reappearing,
but modern society creates too much noise,
and it becomes “difficult to
concentrate,”
and you forget yourself.
i forgot my dreams and what i
used to want to be.
we’ll all wake up one day,
and stop chasing our tails all day long
until we tire ourselves out for sleep
because we can’t convince ourselves
that it’s all worth it;
the mind numbing conversation.
the constant competition and the isolation
produced by all the synthetic and plastic.
the artificial emotions and fake smiles
from the androids,
and you forget yourself.
for i forgot my dreams and what i
used to want to be.
12.30.10.
when i was
what i was,
thought i was
that i was.
but it was only i
projecting
the shadow i reflected
while filtering
through schemas
and past experiences
while balancing with
my chemical imbalances
and predisposed disposition.
is this was
or
was this is
as who i was meant
or how i meant it was
to be, or will,
or has it all already
been decided?
can i still become
and go over?
08.27.09.
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