A perpetual existence from 9 to 5
Live to work and constantly strife
to fulfill your Debt and monstrous mind
A colorless life of an unusual kind.
Lost in technicolor talking heads
The only moment of clarity comes after your dead;
Lovely, Long, Laborious days
A life made worthless for a little pay
When it's all said and done and all that is left
is a little bit of money and a lot of theft
A stone, a hole, and a forgotten name
A house, a car, and a lot of shame.
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
Lying on an air mattress,
in a metal box by the sea,
I can see them,
but they can't see me.
I watch as the numbers flow down the screen,
and the planes are painted in red and green;
A solitary station that no one sees,
How I ended up here is beyond me.
Choices made for some reason or another,
Isn't this the kind of thing you blame on your mother?
A brief look back through my time and crime,
Reveals so willingly how I ended up fine.
My action so slowly crafting my place,
My mind so cunningly setting the pace,
My body so completely embracing my path,
My conscience so silently withholding it's wrath.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
Political policies; panhandled; purchased
Options? Opinions? Opted out
Like lemming lightly leaping
Instead interested in intre$t
Taken totally to the top
Individuals internally interrupted
Casually castrated, cautiously captured
Some sad sadistic soul
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 8:43 PM UTC
Communication/ medium of the mind
Improper transfer; difficult time;
Gears and pistons fire steadily
Words are formed and jump out readily
Filtered or not; good or bad
A possible high, or impossible sad
An idea new, bright, and free
A rain cloud of dark, of which you can see
The freedom erupts! The face celebrates
The storm corrupts, the eyes retaliate
A perilous game played (by two) together
An exchange we somehow all get through
A skill we improve with each Endeavour
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 8:38 PM UTC
I strip to feel the soaking sun,
to drip the yellow glare,
beneath the blue and white laced run,
of daydream's clever snare.
This foreign land or greens and reds,
and horrid spots of black,
natures paint of words worth said,
and things worth taking back.
A natural land of unnatural tastes,
human filth piled high,
a wholesome way put to waste,
a self imposing lie.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 2:57 AM UTC
i watch as the demand falls from his lips
with no Perhaps it lands on my(our) ears
the Eyes scream the finally of a weak will
and the body if fitting for such a small thing
my will cringes with Nothing and Everything
the Eyes flicker sadistic understanding
Instinct reminds the Always of the Never
and the commotion awakens Reality
my(our) swallowed must's exhume forever me's
reminding the Always of examples made
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 2:46 AM UTC
the Longing
the Body in which I belong to
feels so worthless at times of Longing
images of you; the World but a veil over
my mental eye; for all I feel is you
Daily must of a second nature
justified by the Longing that makes me
weak; not in force but Will
for what is a Will that longs
but does not acquire?
to see the Sun glisten off the sweat
from my brow is to see your face
always apparent; Alive, Active
in every action and every part
to see and say nothing without
you in it, behind it, above it
the Longing is welcome; it embraces
who I am and reminds me where
I will always belong.
With you.
Jun 25, 2012
Jun 25, 2012 at 2:39 PM UTC
Drop the lesson taught,
Consider the objective sought,
By the values almost burnt;
Only the ordinary is yearned;
Curiosity now deemed a crime,
Is pursued you shall serve time.
Master the lost skill of thought,
Things should be earned and not bought,
Dormant survival sealed in it’s grave,
Three days; resurrection; makes you a slave.
Intuition smothered with testaments of old.
Soon your spirit withers; dead and cold.
Life has no meaning unless given, no sense; impractical, instinctively driven,
Repeat a pointless existence; death is the only fact.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 8:58 AM UTC
Absolute answers are atrocious,
Nothing can cover anything entirely,
Forget the testament of corruption,
Lost is practical thought.
The will to power is buried in instruction,
On how to live and what to believe,
A barrier erected; scarred by destruction.
No way to make a breach.
The others are trapped , at least from my perspective,
they perceive with their mind, for their eyes are useless behind a wall.
The see only up, into an empty sky,
The world is controlled behind their wall.
Forget the testament of corruption,
Than the wall, shall fall.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 8:57 AM UTC
Intriguing behavior without explanation,
Lost in though, confusion; invasion;
Raiding my mind of all lights,
Darkness creeps , no way to fight,
The questions arise with no answers,
I wouldn’t want to know anyways.
Ignorance may be the antidote to pain,
Intact is love, but there still is gain;
The experience, the memories, the absolute bliss,
Too bad it seems I lost it all for this.
Even though this gives me what I need,
I lost in you, my life creed,
It seems to occur in cruel cycles,
The loss of my love, my feelings recycled.
We drifted, it’s true, there is nothing I can do.
I’m trapped, I’m lost, I can’t see you,
I thought, again, I found a woman,
Who accepts time in portions,
Your life may freeze slightly till I return,
But freedom is yours, completely earned.
Not mine to own, reserve, or police.
I just hope you’ve found peace.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 8:53 AM UTC