Behold the tyrant that we've come to uphold!
He's holly and jolly but his intention is a fold!
An act you see? Like the holiday scene!
Giving gifts, sharing feelings all on the drop of a ring?
That's the way you might tell me. Tradition's the thing!
...No just misguided and mislead, you're a sheep in a sling
Forgive me for caring just a little too much when my brothers around me have brains leaking mush
It's the buy-in's I tell you they've rotten your brain
Like the sweet allure of candy causing cavity pain
It creeps up in bulk bins then swarms you in herds
Over-bearing advertisements have become the word
But this is wrong! Don't you see?
All this holiday greed!
"I want this, I need that, does that suit come in black?"
I'm sick of it all and I don't give a fuck!
I don't want any presents off that red fat man's sleigh!
I'm going to tear down my tree and set it up when I say
Not on some specific, planned out, or traditional day
I'll set it up a week from now or on a Tuesday in May
That's the sort of holiday I think I can brave
No unwanted gifts and forced smiles denied
Cause' the music is chill and the feeling sublime
They would leave with full bellies and a carry home plate
That is... if we did holidays all run my way
Kay so... I know I don't normally rhyme my stuff but hey, it's a holiday poem cut me some slack...
I LOVE YOU
I WANT YOU TO KNOW
EVEN IF WE NEVER MEET
AND I WOULD BE PROUD
TO CALL YOU
This music has a sort of calm that makes him fade out of focus
To slip on his static over-coat and trudge on through the night
The hems of his "coat" billowing out behind him like a shroud
Static black in shimmering absent oblivion...
His purpose fulfilled
I feel somehow that they have mislabeled you
Perhaps just penned you in the wrong ink...
I'm not sure
It seems when I try to describe you, the idea goes sailing away and never anchors home
Slippery one might say...
As the man crawling beneath a rolled-over vehicle, slathered in blood and puke
Like the words that had beckoned to him "C'mon let's go for a ride..." now thoroughly lost
Nothing more then a few grueling moments in agony before it was just a memory and a phrase that didn't quite seem to fit...
Unreal. What did that word even mean?
It felt insulting.
As though the momentary terror that had consumed your reality was nothing more then a passing storm -- No more then a ghost or a Flying Dutchman...
But could the same not be said for it all?
Is any of this really what we came here for?
The choice alone is too much for me not to waste it and I fear if I leave it for too long that the choice will inevitably make itself...
Perhaps that in turn is the choice
The freedom to be or not...
I wish I could explain how your failure disappoints me...
How I somehow feel stained by your fault
Tarnished-- My regret filled shame washes over me in a suffocating wave
All but destroyed my heart lies stricken on the ground before me. Lifeless...
My love for you has beseeched me and not even my own choices can save you now
I feel that now without words to further express myself I am left with nothing
Nothing more to say or do or become... I have lost everything
As I approached this new anomaly I couldn't help but notice how seamlessly it danced...
Flowing through the street like a land-based whirlpool with the elegance of a veteran ballerina
It's distressed white plastic tutu left drifting freely, spinning into a pirouette in spite of it's singular audience
A defiant weed between sidewalk blocks--It's simple presence is a bolder then life statement
She's right there... --My friend I mean
She doesn't have much to say but I can hear you now
Grey innocents in lieu of child-hearted tragedy...
I never knew you had made these plans for me now
Could you find it in your heart to condemn your love for me?
Just this once?
Fading white I feel we may never stray past this point...
As though when I turn the page the story you had tried to show me will be lost
What have I now but a passing traveler's blessing??
Running down... Behind the curtain and onto the floor. Coming in from the cold and into the shimmering light...
She's beautiful isn't she?
With an outstretched hand taking mine in your own
This soothing embrace is cooling me, bringing me down -- Taking me in
I never meant to hurt you this way
Can you ever forgive these black thoughts of mine??
Pulling away I must disband these beliefs I had once held sacred
I must cast them aside!
Moving forward. To grow. Be free.
...Or just float away
Till there is nothing left...
But friends best forgotten.
Upon this parchment I scribe a vow...
To never turn away even if it burns my eyes to look...
To go on with-out fear of failure and to cast all doubts aside...
A vow to be ignorant of this plague of ignorance!
I solemnly swear that I will spit in the face of prejudice indignity and deface the figure-heads of unimaginative creationism
...And I will not back down nor shall I be deterred from that which is inspired!
I shall embrace freedom to it's fullest extent and will die upon compromise of that which I have deemed sacred.
This much I swear!!
Until death strips me of my right!
I vow to be free.
Delicate tang spritzes the air with a sunshine kiss
Peeling so gently it's lady-like tenderness is an elegant tea party with white gloved fingers and daisies on the mantle
Her majesty will be pleased!
A romantic encounter of citrus delight and sun-bathed security in ever loving om and happiness
A candidate as sweet could never be asked for such a casual Sunday outing and for you my dear we are but a shared slice of raspberry accented pie
So powerful but yet so softly subdued...
Like piano ballads or string quartets it is here simply for our glorious consumption
An ode to you my Sunday sweet orange!
May my taste buds always dazzle upon your arrival
See the colours moving, watch them taking shape
Translucent green against florescent yellow, peeling away to red and then back again.
Imagination takes it's toll where comprehension comes unglued and realism takes passenger on our journey down and into the unknown
Linking arms and taking the plunge. Delving further then our fore-fathers ever dared to enter
A prisoner of your own mind -- Lost in oblivion
Thoughts dribble into nonsense and mind transferal begins...
Quiet like a shelter but buffeting as a torrent of emotion, colour and sound; raging like tides but fragile as candles light
The mind flickers with life but is lost in the breeze, leaving only a trail of smoke to follow...
Higher they climb until they're swallowed up by the sky and they learn to glow outwardly for all to see
Only then they may come down
"...and have a hangover"
While this is happening you will be my secret
Until this is finished nobody will hear you crying out
And unless I let you go then the moon will fall
You must know I do this for you...
Clawing at the eyes that must see
Feel this release around you.
Intimate.* Embrace. Soothing...
I need this*
Empowering me, I become weightless and soon float away...
To watch from below
Knowing exactly what has to happen
and dreading the day they ask of my return...
Apperating into the distance it flawlessly exceeds my view
Effortlessly sailing higher- transcending into the nothingness
Beyond the clouds and into the blue
Transpiring into what must of been the fabric of existence itself
A void of any distinguishable colour or shape
It's black, blue, grey aura is all that's left behind
Like lingering dreams in the dwindling morning hours- just before they fade to black and leave us in silence
Gazing out into the nothing around me, my feeble eyes hang motionless
Stricken by what was, what wasn't and by what could have been...
Only to have woken in uncertainty- Lucidity clinging on in the last dying image of pastel reveries...
Every little drop must consume
Every one completely as necessary as the last
Feasting on tears and blood of the innocent
All the while...
Blacker then tar and twice as thick
It greets your open lungs with a kiss
Toxic and grey
All the while...
Until all has been consumed
Quaking to the foundations
All the while...
An endless torrent of wind and ice and ash -- inescapable.
Clinging to dying breath, world stops turning
Now all has been consumed
All the while...
He catches an upward blast and is cascaded toward the heavens
A plume of feathers both grey and blue
Soaring high above, riding the draft
Elegant and careless like the valkerie's flight
Sailing onward to certain victory!
The drums roll and the trumpets shout
Beating to the crest of the aerial knight
Streamlined magnificents fit for a king
A slave to no one -- A peasant to all
The overpass pigeon takes flight
Deep solemn voices speak from within
Falling snow in the dead of night
Like the grand emperor of solitude
Alone humming, cooing -- singing his song
Profound silence in a gesture of grandeur
Icy peaks, frost bitten slopes and fierce bitter winds
Chilling the very soul
Harder then stone, colder then ice
The mountain sings its song
From high atop the mountain’s peak he peers out down below
From a solid base I see his face
A mask of ice and snow
Hatred breeds temptation
Temptation breeds patience
Patience is a virtue... But only the virtuous may pass on
Those who pass on must seek redemption
The trials of the scorned must pave the path
In the eyes of the wicked none are innocent...
For this you must pay the homage!
These atrocities must be avenged
Neither test nor trial this is your life!
In this the brutalization will mark the path
There is no forgiveness!!
Watching from above, they say It sees it all
It sees me from the sky,its hiding in the clouds
My eyes may not see It but they say Its all around
I don't belive a word of it, they say I'll burn in hell
I tell you that It can't exist, isn't it plain to see??
You say I must have faith in something to believe
Its hiding up amongst the clouds but Its just not real to me...
He decends the stairs of the porch on the house sleepily
.....He is calm
Realizing his wires are tangled he quicky unbunches them...
The sidewalk clicks by unheard to his ears...
Houses... Dark pictures from which he sees images of people -- Looking out, watching tv, talking...
He hears the sound coming from inside his ears but it does not register to him.... He remains deep in thought....
click click click
The stones pass by unnoticed
The criss-cross patterns on every single lawn...
Like an endless sea of unchanged, untouchable conformity he thinks to himself...
Reaching for the small chunck of metal in his pocket to turn up the noise and drown out his thoughts...
What is it?
He questions himself without answers....
With a fear of the unknown but completly unaware of what he should fear...
He thinks quietly...
A building approaches... Bricks that are red like an African sunset... A prison... A place of hatred and sadness...
He stops, there is a man far away calling to him.....
Ignorantly he continues without a second thought.
"Scum! An endless sea of it...." He speaks underneath his breath
Black leather hangs around him in long sheets... As he walks it sways... This pleases him...
Such a hollow pleasure he thinks bitterly....
What is purpose? is it merley the quest for meaning? or something more...
click click click
......Darkness is now around him and a place to rest is close....
Can I sit with you?
I can see your eyes watching me from the dark
They look green from here
Are you hunting in the dark now?
If you were would you let me come?
A moment passes me by...
Stretching into the shadows...
I bury my head into the sand...
Emerging to see what has come of me...
I am thrust into the light...
Surrouded by other beings I am no longer alone...
Their eyes are now upon me...
They bring me to the vessle...
A door somewhere far off is closing...
The blackness is suffocating in space...
The world I leave behind with closed eyes
Swift and sudden pain give way to release as I am taken away...
I am alone again...