Untitled me

Am I the only one who needs not an iPhone to keep my eyes busy,
who chooses to see the realm of life that can’t be said,
who needs not to have a pocket full of music
to remind me I’m not dead?
Am I the only one who is sickened by the feeling
of being a simpleton lemming,
nothing more than a product of products
killing the choice of life.

The joy of heartbreak

What such relief!
to have you break my heart,
the grinding of gears
that freed my soul
of the rusty chains that nearly tore me apart.

What a narrow escape!
I had myself there,
to flirt with monogamy,
such a foolish dare.

How grateful to fate!
I am for your flaws,
for your psychotic mind
that had you withdraw
from my nurturing nature
I had waiting for you,
ready to crumble my will
just to caress poor little you.

A merry thanks for my release!
now I let go of you,
now I go back to my ways,
such a joyous state
of dancing and fucking
at any given rate!

A holy man walks up to me, Says
Good to see that smile brother
In this town of begrudging revel.
Though its not he who I smile with,
Its just a tip of the hat to the devil.

God vs Nature

So just what was it
That thrusted me into
This seemingly upsided world
Where humanity is nothing but a game?


Is there really a God to bring me comfort
When the winds are raging strong,
When the fires burn wild
And the kingdom is in ruin;
Only Cobain and his lonely song.

Is He the troll who torments my soul,
Begging for a hero, to be the change,
To be His puppet, to dance His dance,
To be His loyal slave?

And how does one trust
That He plays a fair game,
That His correct in all his ways?
When the past paths are so dark,
So narrow and bloody;
Caesar, Constantine,
Nothing but bloody wrath.


If it’s true,
That His false,
That His not our creator
Then who created He?
To what was the benefit of dismissing nature
And giving all credit to He?

Was it a quest for order
In a time for chaos?
Was it a con to compensate greed?
Was faith in nature in its perfect cycle
Lost at the first sprouted weed?

Is it no longer enough
To just simply be,
To find comfort in the earth and the trees?
To be wrapped in awe,
In a blanket of love,
Sewn by the stars, the skies and the bees;
Their sheer brilliance our warmth
For all nations across the seven seas.

Must we long for a God
To remind us of love, beauty, and all these?
Is it so hard to just walk
With the love in our soles,
As this is our common, and our only true creed.

Get born,
Learn to walk
Learn to talk,
Go to school
Find a girl
Settle down
Sell your soul
To buy a job,
To pay the mortgage
To buy the grog
To numb the brain
Of the life
That you’ve been robbed.

If the fall may come, then the laugh will be none

In come the crusaders,
Left, right, center;
The hostile heroes,
The over equipped pretenders.

They’ve strapped me to a wooden chair,
My soul stripped naked,
My hair shaved bare.


Shying behind them stands
Laughless clowns,
And jokeless jokers,
Who cringe at the scraps
They once gloriously snatched,
And waved with moral sophistication,
And held in separation
To distance themselves
From the poor and broken.


Now the serpent in coil
Of these fools it foiled,
Breathes their air
And directs their sleepy stare,
To the teary eyed dancer
Who can no longer dance
To the beat of the sound,
Of this out of tune drum.

Red roses on a one way street,
Distant shadow of one in retreat;
She took his hand in a distant land,
Stumbling just once
She left him for another man,

World he knows crumbles
Upon beds of dead flowers;
No more blossoms
In any days or any hours,

Floating alone
Amongst clouded constant sorrows,
He tolls the world for
All its harshest harrows,

Temper flairs
Down that one way street,
Traffic congests
Builds up right at his feet,

Hears the voices
From the darkest of shadows,
“Here’s your drink Mr. Torrance,
wont you be a good fellow?”

BANG, BANG, BANG
Goes the sound of his gun,
Echoing down from his mountain top;
Where the road flows in either direction,
Where live or love
Is now his selection

Hope for love

Sympathy for Sin

I have become the beast;
The burden,
The self-proclaimed sufferer
Who’s pains only flow from within,

Who’s soul and faith have been toyed with
By the degenerates
Who have outplayed the gamer.

The rules;
Now in question,
Sins in tamper.
Is this life i’ve bought into
Really worth its story weather?

The law is seemingly lawless,
The hearts are all heartless,
The thinkers have become thoughtless,
And the crowds flow is preposterous.

The feeling;
Is of a lone man,
Stripped naked,
Running tirelessly through a dirty forest of savages.

The shrubs tower high,
Far beyond the trees,
As home is distant,
and fear is near.

Darkness has finally crawled itself
All over me.

He came to her through golden gates,
Fine food and diamond earings on display.
Turn your bearings to dead,
Send your beleifs to bed,
If you want to come and play.

Across the seas,
Which direction is which?
The sailor steers a sinking ship.
The people prey for a new born hitch,
To build the rafts, and sew up the stitch.

Anger riots for the way of change,
Who do you beat, once everyone’s been booed of stage?
Wondering minds, don’t dare for the sky,
The belief is forward,
Even if forward is downward.

The ladies, they sip on their apple martinis,
The eyes are fixed on the goss from the TVs,
Who is the bad guy, and where is the good guy?
No way to tell when they’re all in ally.

Alone on a dune, a shadow stands,
Looks up onwards, beyond the pleading hands,
He thinks to himself, within his own simple mind,
Whether or not they are worthy of his sands.

Would they squander and quarrel for their own bit of land,
Or would they live together,
In an unbreakable band?

After all of these years of sailing the seas,
And beating each other for any direction they please,
Why revolt now from their greedy ways,
When power is hunger,
And power does pay,

For the clothes obsess,
And TVs that they worship,
For the women they thrive for,
For the men that they dive for,

How could they leave their precious comfort,
When its all that they live for,
And only themselves they feed for?

So down the ship sinks,
To the bottom of the ocean,
As the man in the shadow,
Watches on with dumbfounded emotion.

He wonders how in the world
They could not muster up change,
And was it really worth the trade
Of materialism from sage?