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epedeped Feb 2010
my head is
a vacant lot
loaded with automatic cars
idling in a polluted environment
full of bidding corporations
run by empty businessman
who take advantage
of a selfish inward populace
that raise  violent  children
who  turn off their minds to the madness,  cruelty 
and cultural void at the local nightclub
called "Numb" or " E-tarded" 
and slobbering over drinks and beats 
like the sounds of horns
from a traffic jam
driven by impatient animals
 in a sheepfold bawing
their way to the nearest vaccination center
for thier imaginary  twinrix dose of 
swine ***** and orange juice
that skyrocket diabetes rates above google hits 
and fat conservative voter polls
broadcasted daily by popular media botox injections
that styme creativity
with  the same ****** music
played over and over and over
like the broken recorded rhetoric
that tell us to  destructively reach out 
to foreign countries
while  selling ourselves out for better cars
but increase profits and taxes
at the same rate of the rising  prison population
and shrinking contributions
to  health care , edU-caTion ,  community and environment
all the while you can hear the sheep bleat and beep and bleat and beep
epedeped Feb 2010
my life is a series of
ups and downs
an elevator run by
circus clowns
a little to the left
a little to the right
the more you try
the harder the fight
if i could only remember
that lesson from the elder
where she held me captive
like a flame to an ember
and in the glow
her knowledge let go
to me,  that wisdom
like water flows
the way you lose
is in the way you choose
to be the knee or the ****
a sneer or a smirk
accept or refuse
its all in your muse
to give or to take
are you solid or a flake
the pin or the wheel
to oil or let squeel
a penny or a dime
its all in your mind
as is time as is time....
epedeped Feb 2010
She got under me somehow slowly
the beat of a heart close to mine
so a flower i wanted to give to Her
for treating  me the lover,
like wine legs on  glass
strawberry perfume
smokey at first with a hint of pine
like an after taste
you can't let go
a mouthful of the divine

a flower i would like to give to Her
for the song together we sang
last time perhaps then She will come again to me
our paths and endeavors will entwine yes, a flower i will give to Her for the futureis always blindone that  capturesHer beautyHer vibrationand maybe even Her shineperhaps than Shewill come to mearms outstretched from Her sideswe can share a song together againand maybe She will become mine.
epedeped Feb 2010
cycles and an endless ride
motor speed and cars collide
an empty highway
the gutter is calling
gotta get away

its like falling hard
from the heavens
you know you just can't miss
inside body burning 
 mind floating in the abyss

silence is broken
a tree just fell
darkness envelops
in the distance
tolls a bell

the falconer
becomes the falcon
unison complete
the pattern never broken
the path just repeats

scream ****** mercy
i don't understand
where wise ones who guide in darkness
there lies a grasping hand

an empty field with rolling sage
a howl in the wind
a storm cloud drifting
the smell of spring
and a raindrop in your hand

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