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Caleb Eli Price Jan 2011
Our greatest hurry, no need to worry, it's all been planned before, just like you wanted it.
It's all been laid out, no chance to fade out, no chance for pride but still you all flaunted it.
Pixels and leather, it doesn't get better, it only falls apart, just like your little heart.
Fox fur and chrome, yet we're all so alone, not what you expected, your envy, it falls apart.
Guided by pictures, blinded by scriptures, only the prophet can get in your pocket.
Green in your eyes, you've accepted the lies, you could have escaped it but you wouldn't lock it.
Sugar-cubes and spices, status quo and vices, isn't it a little hard when all your life has turned to paper.
Gold rings and hi-tops, I'll die if I stop, come on and die with me, let's turn to vapor.
© 2011 Caleb Elijah Price. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
Caleb Eli Price Dec 2010
The glassy eyes on the burning hill,
Don't make a flame, but make a chill.
And on the tongues, they taste so well,
But can they really, truly smell,
The daffodils, tulips and roses,
Oh wait, that job is for the noses.
Two parallel rotund discs of doom,
Fill with air and take in the fume,
And open the door for the teeth and lips,
Followed by legs and the **** Ms. hips.
The feet on the floor can't support anymore,
The knees and the ankles, but that's what they're for.
The line on your thighs that's all filled with lies,
With flesh and with pleasure, so that is the prize.
© 2010 Caleb Elijah Price. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
Caleb Eli Price Dec 2010
Here I
Broken hearted
Here I
Came departed
Here's my
Final saying
Save me
Keep on praying
Can't fly
Can't escape it
Still try
Try to fake it
Take my
Lonely diver
Turn my
Key's on, drive 'er

It's Red
Like my dreaming
It's Green
My head is screaming
It's Pink
Like human flesh
It's Black
But it's still fresh

Hurt my
Heart, my feelings
Burn my
Walls, my ceiling
Feel my
Cheeks and my lips
Touch my
Grey finger tips
Well I
Want to tell you
Here's my
Story, still true
But you
Feel awakened
You take
Mine, you've taken

It's Red
Like my dreaming
It's Green
My head is screaming
It's Pink
Like human flesh
It's Black
But it's still fresh

Can I
Become rotten
Will I
Be forgotten
My life
Torn to pieces
My will
Now decreases
Do I
Seem intrusive?
Can we
Be exclusive?
Don't fret
The fear will pass
Look through
The looking glass
Who knows
What we will find
The time is now
Make up your mind

It's Red
Like my dreaming
It's Green
My head is screaming
It's Pink
Like human flesh
It's Black
But it's still fresh
© 2010 Caleb Elijah Price. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
Caleb Eli Price Dec 2010
She took my mind and she took me completely,
Folded me up in her pocket quite neatly.
The ink from my mind went well with her paper,
My body of clay fit so well with her shaper.
Brushed away by the wind and the willow,
Only one head now asleep on my pillow.
My blankets are broken, my sheets have been torn,
I thought I was life but I haven't been born.
So magically placed in my bottomless pocket,
Fell to the bottom, got lost with my locket,
Now all my eyes can't take you away,
Burned in my retinas but you wouldn't stay.
Rotating, spinning, my heart on a turnstile,
All of sudden, before, after, meanwhile.
Here I am sitting, but there I did stand,
All of my armies have left my command.
Mutiny, now, of my red and white blood cells,
Ready to stand at the gold ring and brass bells.
Falling apart like my castles of glass,
I knew it would die, but I thought it would last.
Why did you have to take back my art?
Why did you have to dismantle my heart?
Now my creations have washed well away,
I built you a theater, but you wouldn't play.
Open my ribcage and take out my feelings,
'Cause you won't regret the emotions you're stealing.
You said it was love, you said that's how it feels,
And yet, somehow, I don't think it was real.
© 2010 Caleb Elijah Price. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
Caleb Eli Price Dec 2010
Blood and blood and blood and blood,
Empty, so empty, my veins filled with mud.

Break and break and break and break,
Freedom, not freedom, this freedom is fake.

Today and today and today, but tomorrow,
Day-less, so day-less, my future is sorrow.

Oh, by the way, there's me and there's you,
Lovely, I thought, but you said it's untrue.

Gone baby, gone baby, gone honey, gone,
Beauty and beauty, but I am no swan.

Simply, so simply, so simply to see,
Growing and growing, but I am no tree.

Below and below and below and above,
Easy, so easy, but never was love.
© 2010 Caleb Elijah Price. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
Caleb Eli Price Dec 2010
George sat alone in his single apartment,
Living his life in a secret compartment.
He continued to do what he did every day,
Ate dinner alone in south-eastern L.A.

His dreams, they were shattered a long time ago,
He couldn't survive in the business called show.
They said "You're generic, you're boring and bland.
You're acting is legless and never will stand."

Relied on his welfare to get through the day,
Had nothing to do and quite little to say.
He looked out his window, but knew what he'd see,
His view had been blocked when they planted that tree.

Deep in the earth, the rocks were quite humble,
Yet still they began to shake and to rumble.
The plates in the earth began to collide,
Destroying the balance they used to provide.

Then, a woman let out a terrible wail
As concrete foundations continued to fail.
Pedestrians panicked and ran through the streets,
Tried to outrun it, but couldn't compete.

George stayed quite calm as the power went out,
He just sat in his chair as his neighbors did shout.
The plaster above him all fell to his feet,
But he just continued to sit and to eat.
© 2010 Caleb Elijah Price. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
Caleb Eli Price Dec 2010
I hate, I love, I sit, I stand.
I'd hate to love the **** I stand for
And command for,
And I died for,
Just because you never lied for
Us or me, or in between,
The lines I've dreamed,
Reflections seen.
I still can't find those eyes in the river,
Still can't pull that final sliver,
Stuck under the thinnest skin
And drugged below the thickest sin.
I cant, I cant, cant pull it through,
The reason's somehow lost with you.
Not lost with me,
But that's not true,
That silhouette was never you.
© 2010 Caleb Elijah Price. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
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