An eye for an eye, mouth to a mouth,
The loudest music can't drown you out.
I can still feel your breath alive on my skin
And my mind just keeps screaming
"Don't let her in!"
"The loudest music can't drown you out" Meaning I can't get you out of my head
" 'Don't let her in' " like, don't trust her. don't give her a place in your heart.
I know the explanations sound cheesy, but i'm going to put them there anyways just in case :)
I'm getting old and I am falling to bits
think I'll give up the ghost
and just call it quits.
It's alright for you,
You're all so young
and so very vibrant
but I am reliant on doctors and pills
and every day I go on just brings me more ills.
The Priest Calls...
..and tells me,
'that life is but a distraction
and afterwards the real action begins
Repent of your sins'
I don't want to hear that no more
I show him the door.
I try to shuffle around
but I admit it at last I am almost bedbound.
The Lady Calls...
..I let her in
another repentable sin?
but she just looks and she laughs
'the only thing you'll get in that bed is bedbaths'
I don't need to show her the door
she's there before
I even know it.
getting old is the pits
are you also thinking of calling it quits?
Life is a fight
nature fights for the light
we are all blind in the night
and none more than me.
I can see I'll go on 'til the day's finally gone
but nothing tastes good any more
I wonder who let my taste buds out the door.
The Devil Knocks..
..and that shocks me awake
but I never really sleep
got to keep my eye on the green line.
the monitor doesn't allow me to sleep
but 'Old Nick makes me sick
he's even older than me
why would I want to be one of his acolytes?
they're just little shites.
I show him the door
and he roars into flames
Brandy Pot Pig, Slough Companion you'll make
To prize your Aura for his Demands cope
Though Breathe you not; Life does succumb your Shape
Still ignite his Prayers for some Soft Hope
With such Stale Breath his Mind condones still
His Method-of-Tribbles well he can bundle
Such Pampered Master does rub your fur until
The Silver-Saned Eye calls for his Handle
And like his Child the Monkey witnessed made
Hung by his Closet for his Devotions barred
To lift your snout and wiggle his Escapade
Realise his Youth just Subscribed too Hard.
Perhaps your Counsel, plaster Fines therein
Need no Forced Receipts; Or Boosters wherein.
there i go without my mind
desperately looking for
that isn't there to find
can you tell me how i've come to be so distrusting?
no matter how hard i try
i can't believe you.
no, i'll always cry
no matter what you do
my heart is playing
and it's seeing nothing new
my head is foolish
weak like my heart--
my heartbeats are broken
Too disheveled and distrustful
to appreciate the "honesty" above the lustful
lies and sickening secrecy
i'm trying to train myself to give
more than i take
but it seems you're still the same
and it's making this all
my heart has been bound
in a fragile frame
and i'll never find it in me to forgive
if you break me again.
in the backs of cabs that reek of stale vomit,
blue salt specks are dragged against their will to rest in the ridges of the floor mats.
fluorescent confused cubicles of light flashing by-
your mind fighting to make shapes out of the blur.
it’s january, this is everyone’s mood.
fingers folded into fists, stuffed into nylon pockets,
catching your breath and watching the scenery swirl past
like the entire horizon is made of melting wax.
you’re replaying day old conversations, analyzing cryptic eye movements
and body language of those people that strike you so suddenly.
those strangers that have pushed and shoved every defense and nestled themselves
into every fiber of your being. you sicken yourself with these sappy adolescent romantic bouts
but they’re the only thing keeping you alive.
you don’t know these people.
you don’t even know yourself.
the cab driver mumbles something over the radio and your attention is brought back to the present.
he’s on the phone-
you’re a little concerned-
your life does lie in the shivering hands of a stranger who boredly grasps and curves a wheel, after all.
but you play it cool, you turn to nihilism- it’s easier this way.
death is fine.
the cab driver is passing your house while you’re swatting at questions.
you uncomfortably raise your quiet voice for a few hesitant notes.
“Here is fine!”
you urge to the driver while a fumbling hand shakes down your pockets for a twenty.
there’s your house- standing just as you left it
through the white mystery patches on the back window.
chock full of memories and problems and decay and warmth.
everything seems to rest so calmly in the palms of the bittersweet.
tell the stranger to have a goodnight.
he returns the favor.
everyone needs to hear these things-
it’s january, after all.
A deep breath, at least an attempt
Drawing air into my lungs; painful to say the least
Short shallow breaths relieving the horrible pain
That last kick, missing the block, threw myself off balance
My own damn fault
Deserving of the next kick, left side of my open rib cage
Stupidity is always punished
A sickening crack, an intense pain
Constant reminder to keep my guard up
Fight the urge to vomit
Left arm numb from pain
If I stopped, stayed down too long; he would end it
“Told you to watch that kick Johnny Johnny”
Shook myself hard, working up the urge to keep going
Hell, I’d done this many times before
Eyes swollen shut and ringed with dried blood
His nose, broken; the unnatural angle it tilted, granted mine was too.
My left arm hung limp by my side
I swung again, hard right, for the widening cut above his eye
But so did he
Same hard right, sent me back into the dirt
He fell too.
Blur in my left eye, mere pooling blood
One person among the crowd
My age, dark hair
It was brown or black?
A tank top and jean shorts
Stood watching the fight shaking her head
Her coy smile
“Boys will be boys”
Only to muster a smile back
A toothy stupid grin
My mouth and teeth rather bloody and red
I wanted to just look at her
But time would not allow
Staggering forward again
Wanted this to end
Wanted to wash my face
Fix the pain that was tearing my ribs,
I wanted to know who she was.
Both fists back up
Swung slow, left hook
Left my ribs wide open
Brought his leg around again
Harder than the first
Grunting in pain and barring my teeth
Anger kept me on my feet
Left arm down fast a
Trapping his leg against my side
My right fist onto his knee
A satisfying crack
A blood curdling yell
Gasping for breath
Through tears he put his fists back up
My shoulder then planted hard into his stomach
Slammed into hard concrete below
He grasped my back until his met concrete
Only good fist ready to finish the fight
Last punch down I stopped.
Anything more would have been cruel
“Damn John you look like hell!”
“Hey man,” I stopped him grabbing his arm, “who was that girl in the tank top, behind you earlier?”
He started to laugh. “Don’t concern yourself with that my friend, she’s too high class company for a guy like you.”
You seem so indifferent to me,
Your just one of those people,
Who are just there,
But yet i still notice you,
I sneak glances at your beauty,
Your profound words strike me like a bullet,
Every word you say,
Has a 200-word meaning behind it,
Quietness is key in everything you do,
Every time our eyes meet,
We have a moment,
Where we really connect,
And we speak to each other,
Through our eyes,
I turn around quickly
Forgetting not to make eye contact,
For you will know,
That I indeed notice you
it took until this summer
to realize that you are a liar.
walking up the stairs you avert your eyes
so you won't watch my hips
I watch you out of the corner of my eye
looking sideways at the floor
and fidgeting with your hair.
seated at a careful distance away from me in my armchair
and pacing around the room.
and then I see the bruises on your neck
this is the last time I crumble before you
now is the time that I scream at two a.m. with open windows
now is the time for you to fuck off
so I say so
anger tightening the corners of your mouth
and pushing the lids of your eyes out so they bulge
you look like a fool
and you are.
it just took me until this summer to realize.
See dafur and rage
We live the killing age
Washed in evil men's mistakes
Forgive us blood of lnnocence
Yet again we turn a blind eye
But of the tyrant king in Babylon
Devoid of any sence
For his oil we burned the sky
I know what's right, what is wrong
Will never be setteled
In lyric or song
I have known this
All dark long
Go and witness dafur
And be undone. Hy
Full Moon Clear Skies
Stars all in the Sky
Night Time Good Nights
Black Holes Nova's Bright
Supreme Beings pull
the Fabric of Space faster than time
moving Beyond the Acceleration of Light
in the Blink of An Eye,
Man tries to replicate the technology They Fly
but Rely on Precious Oil
for old Machines they Designed.