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Zach Gomes Oct 2010
From the backbroken fliers over oceans
From between the spiny frills along palm fronds
From Mr. Happy, the chain smoking chaperone of good times
From Mr. Happy’s half-burnt ****, coiled in the ashtray
From the disciples of Theravada and the skinny Buddha’s pupilless eyes scanning jocose scansions of jungle
From the tanned holy heads of students lounging in graveled football fields
From my bowl of rice at breakfast in the shade while considering western cities, you are not here
‘You are not here,’ I’ve written in my letters
‘You are not here,’ I’ve typed into e-mails immense
You are not here, my coke head pals locked in the veins of seedy nightmares
You are not here, my penniless friends who mix music in ascetic dark rooms out in Bushwick
You are not here in no eastern Central Park running naked in the night from horseback cops after hours of merciless balling in the bushes
You are not here you fair-skinned beauties in crowded alpine funiculars bearing your aquiline noses holding your hats over the mountains
You are not here my lonely mother waiting by the phone for a call at midnight
You are not here, you are not in my poems, you are not in the distorted notes harpsichorded across my crass imagination
You are not here, you will not be here, will you read my letters home?
Dead Account Feb 2017
Darkness consumes the room;
time is running out, the end is coming soon.

The moon grins wickedly,
waiting silently for the story to unfold.

Alone she stood in the corner,
eyes closed, but face plastered with horror
feeling the presence of the man who dared enter the house,
the house that blinded her soul.

The intruder observed her cautiously,
as she whispered ominously,
"It's coming, it's coming."

Turn back, warned a voice in the man's head,
but he stood there frozen like ice instead.

Suddenly, her pupilless eyes snapped open wide
as the wails from inside
escaped her mouth and shook the world.

Overwhelming malicious power surge through her
while her black-and-white vision began to blur.

Her hands clamped onto her head
as she collided with the ground.

With that, the man held his heart as she fell,
his lifeless body helping increase the pile of other dead souls.

"Hear the screams of death!" the female spirit proclaimed,
with a voice the sound of broken glass.

Then the banshee went to rest until the time came again.
This was an old assignment early in the school year. I rediscovered it and decided to share it with you (though I found an embarrassing error).
Dead Account May 2017
Honey, it's been a long time
Since love's been out of sight.
Been a while since the time there were a thousand fights
For every tear cried.
Internal confliction
Temptations and addictions,
A never-ending chain,
But like a bullet shot through my brain.
Claims of righteous,
The spark inside us;
I don't know if it's enough.
Thoughts of giving up.
Got to erase them
So there's hope to win,
Got to erase them
So there's hope that I might see you again.

Remember the last words that we said;
Take them when you're dead.
Close your eyes forevermore;
Let your neck sink into the end of a sword.

When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?

Blow away dandelion wishes,
Burn away childhood bliss.
Sever bonds and ties
With those who lied about caring for your life.
Finding trust
Within a pile of dust.
Gambling with fate and
Flirting with death.
Children scream and the
Birds weep.
Yearning for mother to
Rock me to sleep.

Illicit love,
Clandestine dreams,
Pupilless eyes,
Deceased lives,
Can you differentiate truth from lie?

Defected minds,
Straightjackets aline
Slip your hands in the garment like you
Slip your hands in mine.
Sad to say, but it's just a distraction, just a delay
From the inevitable change.
Can't escape the pain;
However, I'm hoping after the rain
There'll be the tranquil sun.
Will I touch it if I run?
I really need it right now, I'm feeling cold.
I just wanna go back home.

But all that's left is ashes with
Smoked-filled madness.
I'm getting ready to stop holding on.

When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?

I'm getting a little desperate
I'm someone you shouldn't mess with.
It's time to rebel.
I don't know how much longer I'll keep quiet
But I need to break this spell.

Since birth, we've been gagged and blinded.
(Psychological void)
Bounded by lies and devil's voice.
(Kneeling down to pray)
Beautiful petals wasted to decay.
(Thrown-out potential)
Let's test the protection of the Human Rights,
Let's get experimental.

If society's shadow is my unjust god,
Then my position must be a fallen angel
Because it hurts to proclaims false faith
If I'm able.

Go on, shoot, if you're sure that's where your
Beliefs lie,
But my spirit will wander,
Never letting these unanswered questions die, like

When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?

When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?

When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?

Send me a blessing, love;
Protection from temptations.
Praying peace will come
I just need to be patient.

Toss aside the fragile mask that
Hides naive eyes.
Can you see the light?

Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?
The order of rap and vocal is very complex, so here is a guide to have an idea of the original thought (Instruction for every stanza): Rap, vocal, vocal, vocal, rap, rap, rap, vocal, vocal, rap (vocal in parentheses), rap, rap, vocal 'till the end.

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