1. I stand here as nothing more but a head of misplaced gears.
2. sometimes i stumble and trip and fall and my feet get caught in trying to keep up with the world as it keeps spinning and i can't help but to keep spinning with it no matter how much i beg and plead and pray and hope for another chance to land on my feet, and i can’t stop spinning, i can’t stop spinning, i can’t stop spinning, i can’t stop, stop spinning
3. with each passing hour I find another reason to fear the dark. it’s midnight, and I can see the fluttering wings of doubt and regret that lurk outside my window every night. tick-tock. my father’s pounding footsteps and the creaking of stairs sing a symphony of disappointment. tick-tock. the beast in the closet claws at the door, with his raspy breath he screeches about taking my skin and wearing it as his own. tick-tock. the shadow underneath my bed caresses my head, it knows He doesn’t listen to my pleas anymore. tick-tock.
4. but you can’t stop it, it’s inevitable for the gears to rust. the ticking of the clock slows to nothing but a cold metallic silence. watch the decay, as the termites feast and revel in your maplewood walls. try to remember that dust to dust and we are nothing but atoms of carbon and iron. that’s clockwork.
Animated by twitch of muscle, Electric spark through live wire, Humming rail and synapse, Wheels spin at the fingertips of maybe An ineffable humorist, The mastermind of this beautiful prank Pocketwatch of silver and gold That explodes in the hand And leaves you stranded on the platform The second you go to check the time.
Is there no understanding of history today Are we going into a real Clockwork Orange Why do we as people, have to repeat and believe We repeat the worst historical times; blaming them on cycles Cycles that we create in the name of anything, but the truth We believe whatever feels right to our own personal thoughts Beliefs, that are created out of misunderstood words and actions Why, oh why, can't we ever learn Why can't we do the right and truthful thing...?
Nobody was injured during this BRAIN RANT!!! Agree or not... I don't give a sh}¥ Not really true because this made me cry Well not cry. I just laughed so hard I cried Just can't take the craziness without a little BRAIN RANT! Sorry.... No, I'm not. Felt good!
“It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.” ― anthony burgess, A Clockwork Orange
Brian Hill - 2019 # 200
Is today's actions a cycle because we can't lean from our own tragic history? Just a question for you all...
it's summer again i met someone else he'll become my summer like you were my spring in the clockwork seasons we met and we loved i used to fill pages with you now i'm flipping the page if i loved you let it become a memory