Never-ending anthem of youth
Sing your tune
la da de
la de da
Can you not hear it?
Don't worry only a few do
the rest simply act it through
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
These 0200 mornings
starting the day
before even resting from the last
my mind races
calling forth all the seamless tales of old
These tales -> play
mistakes -> play
lies -> play
truths -> play
shes -> play
the criminating flashes propose punishment
a broken heart, trust in no one, faith only in deception, These mornings
all is not enough to appease my accuser
that is fine because These accusations were not placed face to face
These are just tales that repeatedly punish
a broken heart, trust in no one, faith only in deception, These mornings
a broken heart, trust in no one, faith only in deception, These mornings
a broken heart, cracked, and bleeding
These mornings
are you happy?
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
Propagated footfalls build a steady rhythm.
The path filed down
The grass and dirt are beaten
No one treads lightly.
In defense, Stones emerge
unburied – revealed,
emerged, appeared,
Rising into shoes.
The rubber always stomps the trail out.
The end
Off in the distance can
Shut out the world but don’t
Let the journey be overshadowed
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
A fog crept down from the hills
Of our fathers. She stopped in fear,
Cowering before the bleakness,
I ate it whole.
My eyes see her,
But the world is not one-sided.
The sea lapped at the sand, slowly eating it away.
The quiet feast drained our beautiful discourse
But
Nothing will ever appease the sea
I say ever. It was never.
In the Amazon, exotic draws in its prey.
Not through attractiveness but through mystery.
I found your river its depths never touched,
Lying beneath are countless secrets.
Should I search for them? Solve all the problems?
For answers,
War will rage, countless will die.
War is what she never understood.
Its allure,
You think me sick, maybe.
But when I pass, lives will have changed, and she
She will be sitting not on a beach.
Not in the Amazon, not even among her hallowed mountains.
She will be a charmed snake, attuned to the flat never-
Ending expanse of world that grows and is harvested yearly.
We lived through fog.
Well,
I lived.
She crawled and hid
through the cacophony
Of hidden beauty.
Go out, live rough, take the hard road.
End Log:
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
Darker skinned breeds pale.
Those cold months are the worst. They say
“but you look so white”, the
insult
mixed breeds get. The sitting around,
lounging inside bleaches.
Indoors is to blame, something
surely created by whites to alter
the darker pigmented people. A created
space of normalcy, it requires upkeep
and a source from which to draw power.
Assimilate,
feel the fake light?
Satisfactory for who?
There is no greater trap.
You want confusion?
Step into a mixed breed’s mind.
The whole world becomes shades and I,
I am,
whatever the viewer wants, an in-between.
But winter,
So **** white,
She is the hardest.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
Begin:
Before Birth
Platypus
Came to America
Sent to celebrate my birth
He was small by monetary holds
Heart is all
First gift full of heart
End:
18 years of lies?
Platypus
Rests in a home
Placed to mark a pairing
He is now a small piece seperated
Heart is all
A token full of heart
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
Lightning, the perfect light
A flash and gone
Darkness rules
We Seep into every space with only
A flash Before youre taken
Crawling to a stop they look around for the noise
It will be too late
As if them ever had enough time
Shirley always too busy for them
Peter needs friends not them
Them don’t even want them
Them look forward to work
Business takes them’s time away
Darkness does not care
We will take your time
Them’s attention is too short
But them will always try
Shirley never wanted to go
Peter always just sleeps
With your eyes dark
Light brings understanding
Not tonight only flashes of un dr stnd g
Storm
Make light fade
Wipe faster
Not enough for clarity
Constant rhythm
Cheat
Get caught
Them are perfect
Shirley and Peter are dark
no A no way
life needs A’s, light needs S
neither come
Flash: Shut up Peter!
Flash:Quit bickering!
Flash:like you two are e am pl s
Screeching Stopped
Cabin light on: get out now!
Finish this?
You never finish anything
This trip will finish now
Shirley hates this
Men never happy as bravo male
Its dark, them can we just go?
Off they go into the south looking
Flash: Turn!
Too Late
Don’t always trust your light
Seeing everything does not cl r fy
We know
Seeing, Turning makes them whole
We Rule the road
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 7:33 PM UTC
Count your self small
among the lights
What do
you know?
Looking, seeing,
nothing
All is vast in that
emptiness
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC