I am summoned
With others
All walks and sheens
Colors and creeds
All the same
But never met

We shiver
In Various stages of boredom
Half lidded eyes
Opened suddenly in disgusted salute
To the wet hacking of a dying old miser
Or that disembodied voice
A wraith
Whos pleasant words
Drip with the undeniable fear
Of wasting away
On this cheap throne I've been displaced to,
Or being brought to bare
In some jade kings court.
Made to don a jesters hat
But told to keep the bells silent
And our emotions, our humanity still
While being forced to feed on the horrors
Of civilization so that we may better
Judge the complexity of one life
In a time frame whos picture within
Is too small to be anything but abstract.

This drought of the living time
An infinity to my blood
My bones even twitch at it nervously
Begging for the freedom
Of the common fools
 as we twelve,
The demi gods,
must choose what to do with the remnants
of one desiples plate
of under decided decisions
In a life that most have never known
And even fewer wouldn't trade
a half buried pile of cat turds for.

I guess he didn't know
that we are free
as long as we Bow low enough
Not to be seen

And so we sit low
Staring at a message
A countdown
A simple marker to represent
The life we give in the hopes of
Being let back into what ever cells
We have built for ourselves

I loathe that I must
Subscribe to the suicide
Of false wealth to live

Hey buy me a Mac
And a soda pop fizzin
Suprise *** for your body
If you were in prison

Its easy, its cheap
Its a kardashian wife
It will fill you up a while
And shave years off your life

Whats even in it?
Not even god really knows
You gotta get sherlock holmes
To deduce what you chose

Hey kids have some more
They dont want you to finish
Mow it, chow it, and don't stop
till your shaped like grimace

Every combo
Has a number one through six
But they are all number twos
If you can catch my drift

What did you expect
They turned your smile to a frown
Just like the rest of the world
place is ran by a clown

Looks so inviting
Mac's appeal, is so discreet
But they're more about the land



And you are what you eat

All Your love
Is like a rainbow
Like a star births first light
With in me

And the sold
Golden pharohs will bow
As the colors and shadows
Run free

And the way
Is shut
By these old hands

Your Diamond Eyes
Cry
Drowning me

And your fires
In my life
Like lost memories
In the ground

So sing for all the yesterdays
And burn my body down

And I Hear
you chasing lost kings
And I smell your long hair
In the Breeze

And your life
Is on fire With the ages
Now you can finally
Be free

And the way
Is shut
By these old hands

Your Diamond eyes
Cry
Drowning me

And I gave
all my time
to the pennyman
And he said

Its hard to live your life now
Without being a little dead

You know,
Its hard to live your life now
Without being a little dead

She sits rather still, stitching her loom
shackled and bound to the whispering room
While the walls shutter speeches
she slouches then reaches,
her stitching resumed.

Threads of silk pool in spools
cast to the floor
Hushing the voices
as they pour

the voices repeat their crippling phrase
dancing the space
bound to their maze

But the drifting shadows of memories once made.
Life's little whisps of time
that beam from the glittering eyes of loved ones
Gently mixing with the water colors
of sentiment and desire
Forever painting our slumbering wishes
across the eternal pages
of hopeful tomorrows

I found myself
Staring into an ancient rythym
The mustang narrowed its eyes within my ribs and pounded on.

Waves of machine thunder
Broke against my mind,
Washed away with my consciousness,
And played there
Like spent dandelions upon an autumn breeze.

In that maelstrom of indigos and ether, lightening split the void
And I just fell...
My layers and lies, suddenly too thin to keep,
Fell away exposing the wilds of my dreams. Refracting my every wonder unto the waters of time that spilled there in eternal complexity.

And then?  she simply blinked.