cory-ellis
Canadian
My band! Chaotically Zen, follow our facebook page. We are trying to start and/or elaborate on a genre called "hypno rock." Fusing poetry and rock music. / / https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCf31jy23q3hWi0jpqZ71LLQ / / https://www.facebook.com/pages/Chaotically-Zen/1433395900282793 / / Resurrected on the Pisces/Aries cusp, 1992, at 21:21. Dreaming w/ real ambition. Penning w/ substance and salt. I rise like a flower out of the first day of spring, reborn w/ the same destructive destiny. To be born and to die.
Life has swung by
I'm no carpenter
My lesabre can't handle the miles
The slow decline of love once raw
Interference from past lovers
Dooming our future
Rotting away
The promises we've perched
No more nicotine
No more soothing combustion
Busting bare inside you
Flare gone but addiction swelling
Seeing and smelling
Kissing and telling
Ignoring and yelling
I'm no carpenter
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
We've all got that feeling
that something has got to change
and nothing worth stealing
is within our reach anyway
So we push every limit
and squander to make our gains
and if you haven't noticed our generations here to stay
Freedom, there's got to be a better way
Freedom, push that limit baby
Freedom, there's got to be a better way
Freedom, and if you haven't noticed our generation's here to stay
So, what do they say about truth?
It's just a lie, lie, lie and its keep em' standing
the devils lurks among our youth
testing and teasing, w/ pleasure and treason
while blood runs off the roof
people die, die, die but the jets keep landing
Seems to be a little obtuse, honey
We don't need a reason to sway with the seasons babe
Freedom, there's got to be a better way
Freedom, push that limit baby
Freedom, there's got to be a better way
Freedom, and if you haven't noticed our generation's here to stay
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
Runnin' through space and time
Just to make a dime
only one thing on her mind
the endless visions
for some, a cool smooth spell
for her, elusive hell
It's getting hard to tell
is it a threat?
is she addicted yet?
Silver and crystal
Illuminate the room
She wrote a letter to her mother
says I'm going soon, to the
Union moon
Going there soon, so soon
soaring to bloom and zoom
from on far, our favorite star
The waves, they come in echoes
Theres shadows on the wall
Alone she sleeps, sweet sadness
and makes a call
She's sitting at the truckstop
She's got her lipstick on
All that's on her mind
A distant song
I'm going to the Union Moon
Where visions loom, in bloom
Silver spoons, Cartoons
Childhood distant
Mad, Sad, Glad, Bad
Union moon
going there soon, so soon
to get in tune and croon
from on far, our favorite star
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
Big gulp of gluttony
of pride, of jealousy
I relish to see
the perimeter
the perimeter of intrigue and obscene
cleanly baited and fated by the hook of curiosity
fumbling lawlessly
Though then I see the awesome power
of the great creator at work
it's berserk!
manifesting perfection as I tumble through the murk
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
Wild, warm and wet
have you folded yet?
long distance, setting sun
and then the morning finally comes
Tired of hospitals
Something about the smell
images reborn
of troubled times past
unmerciful flay
you can almost hear
the accumulated frequency
of scalpels slicing skin
bubbled into your brain
like chalk board white noise
electric nervous systems
and symptom of frequent infection
or needy addiction to a readily available dose
of ****** charity...a doctor rarity
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
When the blood runs ice cold
and the skin rots away the bold
and fires flare and burn the old
the newness grows like mold
The antigens begin again
and corrode away the day
parading their posse, awfully
in real time
Picture perfect
The pioneers rest again
lasted and casted
forces and spells
friction and contradiction, expelled
and we then drink water from the old dried well
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
Twisted tensions, polarize
and sometimes heal w/ pretty eyes
Though the stars make up their minds
Peace w/ you, in briefest time
Oh Mars is cruel, w/ war and womb
and gestation in Neptunes tomb
you helped me speed, relieve the moon
though Pluto is cold and I'm leaving soon
Live in times where whispers win
and cartels carry forgotten sin
When the end is near I will wish for respiration
Death may be too boring for one born to run
Run w/ warlords and Gods, the light
until the ethers rise and spike
the people then begin to fight
and man and woman are alike
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
When man searches for love instead of *** he finally finds it.
Boy, when will you learn that what you yearn for is really love?
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
If you haven't noticed
our generation is failing
Our earth is dying
Doesn't any body understand?
Its all a reflection of us
what the earth feels we will feel
Empty
without true love
the sun is lonely
it burns what drops by
Even our earth turns away from it
what a sad existence for something that gives so much
its warmth holds us up
and we work away its light
and only come out
when the moon shadows the night
women
don't compete
men
don't back away
take what is yours darling
you'll never get another shot
fix me
fix you
please do
lend a hand
be a friend
Love
I don't get the word
its a word to disguise our pain
pain as pleasure
even on entrance
a trick of cancer
***********
risking death
the end of the ******
love may sew temporary wounds
but we are chronic
The belief is free love
in sexuality freedom
its only a myth
because of our duality
one side suffers
as one side grows to yield
one side grows to grow
eruption in the psyche
and the shamans and heroes are gone
our women are now men
and are men are now women
Visions of our future come to me
although, we are better speakers
than we are listeners
so
would
could
one soul make a difference
I could go on forever
but I will someday die
and when I returned to the earth
I expected a lot of change
but I only saw my hard work
twisted by the power people
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
**I wondered if it was universal
and escaped archetype on the run
coming to me
w/ jazz loud on FM
and nicotine perfumed air
Restless
soon to be turned on
Magnetized
As the cars passed
time slowed down
Heavy attraction
Was it the southern comfort
or was it elusive
The mantra slurring my mind
Go Back
Go back
I step out of my vehicle after retrying a parking job
stutter step
SLAM!
the feeling again
Go back
Go back
I am waiting for my car light to turn off
cigarette connects with ice gold ground
I turn to go
Go Back
Go back
I miss to stomp the smoke
Mantra oh
I crush the smoke with my lead foot
the car light fades w/ the smoke
surreal
The energy dissipates
Left again
but was there
one thing
I did learn
is that
Confidence
makes your driving better
Elusive
please come back again
Driving for cannabis
finally refuse
A young girl asks for advice
Music take me away
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC