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Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
The words are deep and cryptic
All driving at something apocalyptic
Incense all thick and foggy in the room
We struggle to grasp our impending doom
The old lady watches us from the corner
Like a funeral with a condescending mourner  
She smiles a crooked smile
Her words invoked visions
Visions of humanities excision
Great fires will engulf us whole
And the great bells of the universe will toll
As we go insane for a little while
And it all seems to burst at the seams
And suddenly there are no sweet dreams
And we try to forget
And we all feel regret
But it echoes in our mind
And it destroys us in kind
Inside us was planted the seed of madness
The cold black women looked on at with a sadness
As we screamed and cried and laughed
The lady made use of her craft.
She disappeared
Leaving us with what we most feared
Knowledge of the future
Patrick McCombs Nov 2011
Hair blowing in the breeze
Smiles put on with ease
Her voice are waves on the shores of my ears
Continuously wearing down my fears.
We walk down this winding street
We leave navigation to our feet
Our heads are in the clouds
Where smile to much and talk to loud
The clouds are cotton candy and the sun is a butterscotch
No time, no watch
Just you and me
To the end of eternity whenever that may be.
Patrick McCombs Oct 2011
In the sandbox in which we all play
And the wind blows as it does every day
Shifting all the grains
Shifting under the strains
All these castles made of sand
Simply can not stand
The tides will swallow them into the sea
What is can never eternally be
They all rise and fall
With the breath of the universe that defines us all.
Patrick McCombs Oct 2011
Where the sky kisses the sea
Where the waves crash endlessly on the shore
That is where i will be
When i slam shut the door
To cancel out all the noise
Just to listen to the breath of the ocean
To absorb natures little joys
To escape from the senseless commotion
The smell of sea salt
The sand hot beneath my feet
My minds distractions come to a halt
Oh and is it so sweet
Patrick McCombs Oct 2011
Mismatched rambling lines
All going with the times
The random erratic flow
The constant stop and go
All signs point outward
From a single point we are moving backward and forward
Too long have we been condensed
Like sheep herded fed and fenced
It is time to run,time to fly
Knock down the fence or die
And spread out into the open field
Though no one knows what it will yield
The sheep will over come the herder
They will not get away with ******
Wake up from your sleep
Though it is lovely and deep
Awaken and see that the world is burning
And the herder doesn't find it concerning.
Patrick McCombs Oct 2011
The sun is sleeping
And we lay here weeping
Underneath a film of tears
We fight against our fears
Together we battle the dark
Trying to erase the mark
Imprinted on our very mind
Tension overbearing, we try to unwind
To detach ourselves
To put our worries up on the shelves
To find peace in solitude
Is where you find fortitude
To confide in others
To find loyal brothers.
All help us untie our tangled being
To convince us that this world is worth seeing
So we lay here in the dark
Trying to find a spark
To see and to fight
And to escape this self imposed night
Patrick McCombs Oct 2011
Everyone is talking small
Whats on T.V. and sales at the mall
Their words pester you like flies
Which girls like which guys
Its an endless flow of *******
An ever deepening pit
Reality shows, tabloids and radio
Make us malleable as play-doh
See through the illusion
And reach the same conclusion
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