Makes sense
But makes less
Than a nonsensical tense
So that it
It has become
Something more
Than making a few cents

Let it make you crazy
Let life's little lessons grow you more insane
Let those who are, make you laugh
Let them decipher your mind
Let this whole ideology compare
Let the contradictions bloom
Let these thoughts get out of control
Let learning turn you inside out
Let what you see seep into you
Let skin brush against nothing
Let nakedness be
Let me know
Let knowing be unbeknownst
Let words solve nothing
Let fighting crush itself
Let nothing be there
Let itself break the fort
Let walls sink into your brain
Let it make you crazy

Inspired by The Mars Volta
Encased in, tubular, too much too fast, written again with music in the background!
Screams now or be they babies?  Here it's more with talking, psychedelic naturally!
Complete the creativity contract stingy stars stealin' popcorn RIPS, and I can feel it coming to me.  Groaning, rhyming with the rather outer despite the order AND GO! Build up, build up who wants a build up? Pause.
Groove to me my Ukraine tartar! Make no sense, make it so hard you can't understand where it or was she GOING, go, go, go! Membrane skin saturate thy kin with separating spin so I can't ******' breathe! Correct my sins or be you scared to talk to pins though they your friends. The tack is in to lift paper from she and she can't see.  Are you a man or a mouse or anthropomorphic spouse of any of these fleeing an-i-mals?!  I find in the mirror myself and beer to drown the pain or discomforting disdain I can't quite get it right anymore therefore goodbye all truly universally bleeding.  I say goodbye to my past and won't come to grip with it!  GRIP your children's ears but it is you who doesn't want to hear.  You cover their eyes because of the size of daybreak rise!  Rise to the occasional borderline street sign between

Inspired by Tool
I will explode into the stars, become all of them, but all in sparkle of another's eye
I can't rip this mind any further, or else it'll break and snap and slow-mo crack
May, may, may, may you starve, breathe, sink, rise, steep, leap, creep into my parallel like a feeling
Demented in this way due to you, the closest I'll ever get
Five years, apparently not enough to forget
Five years, without you
Five years, and you still break into my dreams
Five years

Synonym eternity
Eternally infinite
Infinitely endless
Endlessly continuous
Continuously I search
The speck's speck
Continuously I search
The greater macro
Continuously I die
And fall into forever
Where Lucifer sits
Where he points his everlasting-million-fingered-fingers at me
I'm next
Yet I will never be
I'm him
Yet I always am two
I'm nothing
Yet I am
Scary thought, scary music, strange conclusions, strange delusions, stranger still is where I am because my tools have gone missing.
I am surrounded black and the black's surrounded by pink, and the pink's surrounded by pale, and the pale's surrounded by what else, but hair of course!
I feel my pet crawling between my brain and scalp with his tiny feet firmly on the latter so to give you an idea he is upside down on the inside of me

Then what
Of beautiful technology
And isn't that how it always goes
That something is "fad"-ified
Constantly and dies electronic death
As a burst
Numbers all over

Even me
And the popularity of my words
Short lived
Typical
And why
Why should I go somewhere else?

Like a slipping moment into eternal obscurity and forgotten
Like a Myspace account never to be revisited
Like all of those accounts I've made

How many more of them I wonder, things lost to to inevitability and eventually all
Why must I be lost to a page of history that'll never exist
This is why I question my existence, this is why I see myself how I do
This is why I write so hard
This is why I continue to fight a fight that's not there

I will be remembered
Then forgotten
Forever

Now, now, now, now, now, now, now!
Terrible!
You can do better
You can always do better
Yet always can't never
Suckin' on a sliver in the tool-shed-deluxe, AND I've GROWN depressed again
Sept' NOT cause' I tend to tenderize dem' words!  Badly written, this mind un-fittin' for deez words I'm sittin'! Red marks, red marks n' squiggle 'neath my stupid words a lot like me and my arms n' body!  I am incorrectly myself far too often to see truly true pieces beyond the sky's fragility be she man nor woman yet the classically pronounced hermaphrodit-E!  I stink and smell like rotting hell except worse due to too many twos or were they duos throwing in the towel... foul.
I am
I
Am
The walking stench of literal intention and the walking stench of the hands of death (clench).
Broken staff is my forgotten word thus I AM ZERO-MARK
Not the nor a or an, but and is to I am as a universe as a point of hallucination

I couldn't tell you why
I can't sing these reasons for
I am bad at this
SAVE for the ability to write terrible lyrics
L-O-L means
I left out the meaning of these words to mush them to-geth-er
Be-cause I am lazy
Or was this the reason
Instead they
They could say
That it is because they want to progress and leave tradition behind
Maybe that's not good, maybe there is no reason beside me losing my self, my mind, my love, my soul
Lightning GLOW
GLOW-ing trans-form-ation slow my glow for it is too bright to see anything else!
All of those beings are so ver-y used they can't be USED broken and no more lines, no more poetry, just writing, so keep... going.  Listen... O listen to the music here we go helicopter fire FIRE shoot dem' bullets cause they so fine! Those bullets bring me peace and I am the world so very VAIN so very e-go-tist-ical.  Burn Burn Burn forget the past Burn Burn Burn.  Grow with the nasty, noisy, tasty, pasty, LA-DY.  Piano now
Get your composure and do a-way with it
Bring forth line, posture, and calmness
Calm your tune
The tune gets calm
The sounds gets low
The instruments decrease
And
Ethereal
Is
Here