the child; alone
sent to test the world
be tested by
and so he comes
to the end of time
beginning for some
of hope, so they say
but some claim ‘nay,
tis not hope, but fey
knowledge of some sort’
A dejected interpretation
~
A child; alone
without comfort
without ideas
sent to this world
to witness
you’re afraid
admit it
the grass is not green
the sky not blue
up is down
left is right
~
day becomes night
chasing black clouds
though liquid skies
like wildebeests;
on the plain;
predators with sharpened teeth
Desperate
SHUT UP
nothing is known
the child grows
afraid of naught but the rose.
I was sitting at the side of the road one day
when this stranger came up to me on his way
to somewhere I didn’t know; I didn’t ask
He bummed a smoke off me and a match
We started talking, this stranger and I
Bs’ing at first and then moving on to other things
Discussing philosophies, theories and such
the way the world is now compared
to the way it’s been in the past
We talked of movies and books and characters
the heroes and such that we all know and love
by author’s famous and some unknown
and our talking warmed me to the bone
A golden moment, or so I call it when it happens
when you converse with another and it just clicks
you talk for hour and hours on end
without ever noticing the time slip by
cigarette after cigarette we smoked as we stood there and talked
all recorded by the silent tickings of that unknown clock
This stranger and I, discussing things like old friends
Entrusting each other with our whole lives
asking each other for the others advice
and then suddenly the moment came to an end
He went his way and I went mine
and only when I stopped to think about it
did I realize something that had slipped us by
not once in all those hours of talking did we even exchanges names once
and now it’s gone, a lost memory on the summer breeze
every so often, I think of that; of the talk with the stranger
and I give a mental toast in silent reverie of the day
I traded works with someone who I didn’t even catch their name
and to think on it now, I wonder if it ever even mattered.
a fragile soul
they call this
that which is here
hiding behind my eyes
your eyes; everyones eyes
souls caught in battle
locked forever in place
as we see all that we see
as we do the things that hurt us
hurt ourselves; hurt others
and they ask me
these voices that I hear
they ask me
‘what are you going to do about it?
This world is in turmoil
each soul, behind shrouded eyes
is dying, growing inward
and what are you going to do?
what can you do?’
‘Whatever I can,’ I answer
but what if that’s just a lie
to quiet the voice inside
what if that…
is just a lie.
What then can we do
but mind our own and
hope the world becomes better
that the millions dying every day
from loneliness, emptiness, despair
will stop one day and
but that’s just a wish…
we see with our souls,
what happens on the street
and we turn our backs to it
go back to our lives in our
single wide trailers
our apartments, our mansions
with our wardrobes and showers
with our cars and our lives
each day running from what we see
and this voice asks me
As I know it asks each one of you
‘what are you going to do about it?
what can you do
to make this world a better place?
what can YOU do?’
What CAN I do?
This world won’t get better
in just the blink of an eye
and it’s wrong to let it just pass us by
our eyes, our souls
we see; we feel
I want to speak, I want to yell
I want to scream; curse; I’m goin’ to Hell
reachin’ for the world through a fiery veil
reading through the lines of
Red and black and blood and guts
wars gone on from before; lasting forevermore
millions dying, only to get up and die again
these are the souls rejected from Heaven
Misery; suffering; decay intensifying
demons and devils terrifying; slave-driving
people of all races and times, dying
and I’m one of them; we’re some of them
in the world today, who’s to say
how many people are pure and innocent
If there are many, I haven’t seen’em
and in the end; everybody sins
so they say we must repent
Who? The Christians!
But who has time when life’s so short
when just walking down the road can get you hurt
millions of people
some young and some old
the souls of sinners, one and all
people of all races and times, dying
and I’m one of them; we’re some of them
And all I’ve seen in Hell
makes me think I’m alive still
because it seems so much like life
full of sinners and a lot of strife
but I know I’m dead; brain-dead
from a bullethole straight to the head
dripping, gushing blood; ever-pumping
down my face and all across me
wars gone of from before; lasting forevermore
people dying just to get up and die some more
these are the souls rejected from Heaven and
I’m one of them; we’re some of them
We’re some of them; all of us one of them
In this world of darkened deeds
of those who are blind to everything
we slip into a twisting turmoil
swiftly spiraling towards our death
hoping for a change in our depressions
reaching for the light and ending
reaching and grasping tainted tranquility
alone and so cold; so cold and alone
feeling the shiver of deaths breath
stealing our souls from our still-warm bodies
converting to the greed and destruction
that eventually dooms our kind
noticing something wrong and not knowing what
wanting a change and not realizing why
reaching for a world of beauteous happiness
a grasping of tainted tranquility
a mixture of good and bad
a spiral for those that can accept their tragedy
and move past to open their eyes
to everything that is around them
you can wish for a world with no evil
and end up wishing in vain
but to accept it and move on
instead of becoming hollow and empty
Leaves you grasping a tainted tranquility
idiomatically speaking
we started on this road thinking
what good things lie awaiting our endless joy
as time goes on and words came through
enjoyment seemed so far away
along the winds of tomorrows day
idiomatically, problematically
even sympathetically and ideologically
living in this world of sensible nonsense
we want joy, but give pain
want happiness, but give sorrow
where truth turns to lies
and feelings end up hollow
journeying through this world brings so much down
upon our shoulders and yet we grow
with each passing day we become our own
deciding which road we will take
depending on the choices that we make
periodically choosing which regrets to have
learning along the way to think of what’s been lost
does it seem surreal to live so thoughtlessly?
destroying the world we live in?
and yet in the end, does it matter when
we leave this life the way we started?
emptied of our treasures we tried to hold
wondering if our memories would survive our bodies cold
when we leave this world of sensible nonsense
we want joy, but give pain
want happiness, but give sorrow
watch truths turn to lies
and feelings become so shallow
I want you all to think
about the actions performed from day to day
to the tears spent when things don’t go your way
will it all be worth the end result
when life will make your body old
and leave it empty at any minute of the day
sensibly we speak, but nonsense we perform
so richly given the power to act without thought
so poorly given the understanding of what our actions cause
where our lives will go, or even when we should let things go
sensible nonsense is what it’s all about
the lies we tell when truths we want
the sorrow we feel when happiness was all we sought
down to the hollowness we end up with
when our feelings become lost
we live only until we die
but in the end, shouldn’t we live for more than that?
Do you understand what it takes?
what I have to do, do you know the stakes?
so self-centered you are, but that’s okay
because it’s just the way of the world today
maybe things could have been better
but who’s to say they would have been better
in this world of clashing, dreams abound
the rich have what it takes to bury the poor in the ground
you’ve got to have the courage to chase your dreams
to keep pushing through and spread your wings
you have to leap with eyes wide open
and you might find that you fly straight to Heaven
So many things wrong; so many evil deeds
and what’s left behind are evil seeds
they say that being nice gets you nowhere
but I’ve learned you’ve got to be tough but fair
Upper class and lower class are miles apart
but to each their own problems in this world of art
and some people take the cowards way out
but they never understand what it was all about
You’ve got to have the courage to chase your dreams
no matter how impossible the odds may seem
you’ve got take a leap of faith with eyes wide open
and perhaps you’ll find a path straight through to heaven
Some people never look past their own misery
and some love throwing their party for self-pity
but I know
And I’ve got the scars to show
to teach how it has to be done
and maybe then we can have some fun
because
you have to learn to chase your dreams
no matter how hard the path might seem
just leap on up and spread your wings
obstacles in your path, but don’t give up
don’t let them hold you back
Push forward with all you have, eyes wide open
and maybe, just maybe; you’ll fly through to Heaven
Shadows dancing upon my wall
creating designs upon me which befall
diplomacy wasted on the norm
and they begin to look like worms
worms of the enemy; ignorance
stomp in time as the music begins our dance
crushing the worms; the idiots
and this becomes in my stinted sanity
the only cure left for my humanity
destroying the idiotic monstrosity
ridding the world of all stupidity
and I become the savior of humanity
Nostradamus predicted I would come
In records left yet to be found
notes passed down by instinct
and psychic powers come unpredictably
your Jesus of Suburbia come at last
so fall in love with my words and follow my voice
as I lure ignorance to an endless abyss
to do good, some times you have to get your hands dirty
I am the blood-stained Christ in my second coming
A fallen angel with wings turned black
A crown of thorns coated with blood upon my head
and scars from the whippers whip upon my back
no longer the domicile martyr dying for sin
I am God incarnate, in the flesh, come for my just revenge
and this becomes in my stinted sanity
the only cure for humanity
destroying the idiotic monstrosity
ridding the world of stupidity
and I become the savior of humanity
to do good, some times you have to get your hands dirty
so fall in love and follow my voice
As I give this world a final choice
I’m going to make you hate me…
I am the words that drive you insane
I am the tool that scrapes against your brain
neurotically; impractically
dipping down into your hate
I WANT YOU TO HATE ME
let me BRING YOU down.
HATE ME
I’m gonna make you HATE ME
And I’ll leave you to rot
HATE ME
I want to bring you down
drifting down the road to Hell
picking apart your sanity
this world is unforgiving
don’t forgive me
but don’t forget me
I am the reason you wear those straps
BUT HATE ME!!
HATE ME with everything that you have
The reason you’re in a padded cell
your desire was to be left alone
but mine was to mess with you
to destroy the fabric of the world you created
inside your mind
destitution; prostitution
I RAPED your sanity
HATE ME WITH EVERYTHING THAT YOU HAVE
I want you to HATE ME
I’m gonna leave you TO ROT
I’m gonna make you SCREEEAAMM
I’m gonna make you HAAAAAAAAATE MEEEEE
pitiful mortals hating the truth.
pitiful mortals? FUCK YOU!!!
I want to make you…
…hate me
…betray me
FUCKIN’ HATE ME!!!