A forgotten day finds her,
She remains lost,
In a search for knowledge, sure
There is no cost.
At the end she finds,
There is such a price.
This is her mind
Unraveled with a slice.
This simple cut, a simple lie.
For not knowing sooner,
Darkened her eye,
Unknowingly doomed her.
Through the wrong eyes, one can be turned ferral.
Such dangerous things as knowledge. Be careful!
I imagined him in minature
tiny fists pounding against the glass jar
his complaints in soprano
I’d tap back,
lean in close and grin wide
My teeth would consume his world
It amused the Cheshire cat in me.
Walking from the ice below,
In the winter I don’t know,
Where next I should go.
Bracing for the light of day,
There are those who might say:
“The night is more familiar. Stay.”
Familiar though it is, I,
Don’t wish to stay in this sky.
The years are many that I’ve tried,
To leave this place. Tomorrow is
My final effort and this:
One last flight for freedoms bliss.
She was the one who was painted with ash,
Caught in the flames, she knows there’s no escape.
All the walls around her suddenly crash,
There is no worry, that with her she takes.
She doesn’t run. It’s she who set fire.
And now not caring if she lives or dies,
She walks outside as the flames expire.
Knowing he’s in there and dead, she won’t cry,
She’ll search the ashes looking for his ring,
He was the one to leave, now he’s to blame.
She must be certain with the dead he sings,
That he won’t rise and haunt her from the flames.
Sitting down on the curb, waiting for lights
Of red and blue to take and end her life.
At her hand solemnly gazed,
As she slowly began to fade.
Not regretting promises made,
That, on the clouds, were laid.
Hers for many. Her life she gave,
To keep them all out of the grave.
An unknown danger, she did stave,
Not to her, but to those she saved.
On that cloud all the while,
Wishing for naught, but a smile.
On her path, few walk the mile,
And fewer with justice in her style.
Now with only one life to give,
Saddness with one life to live.
But she’s lived more than others did,
Though none will know what she gives.
No one saw her sacrifice today,
She knows none will see her fade. There will not be anyone to say:
“Thank you” before she goes away.
Solitary from her eye,
Grief within her made her cry,
And before her tears could dry,
She passed into dust, out…
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the folly of man
has already began
since the time´s of the long last land
wars
knocking on our doors
that has been a constant,
throughout history
plagued with misery
evil not in disguise
it has been our demise
the folly of man,
has no return address
so we might just deal and accept realities mess
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
The air was filled with filth
I was told just to breath
For this disease was not anything
some pill could cure
Confess, confess
You’ll feel better
Butter yourself up with guilt, my dear
So you slide down our throats better
I lost my God, I explained
but it was only because he would not wear
a leash
or stay in one place
They didn’t find me funny
Don’t you see?
I was born to disappoint
Your little smirk will get you nowhere
Repent, repent
You’ll feel better
Should I do this standing?
Or on my knees?
I could really go for a shot of
something, right now
Should I hold my breath
Or should I breath?
Can I have that shot now?
Oh! Ding! Ding! Ding!
So this explains why
I could never seem to find
Jesus
That and my car keys.
I had fallen
but I never had grace
Lace up your boots, mister
and pound your shit kickers
against god’s barb wired gates
(I think you’re really going to like what comes next)
I rolled around in Eden’s dirt
A fucking talking snake crawled under my skirt
He burrowed something grand and fowl inside of me
I turned to you and said:
There’s some flesh left over from last night’s feast
Put it in your pocket
Put your tongue
into the socket
Pick the locket
between my legs
I’ll take your virginity
and I’ll take a bow
Lick the bloody sweat off of your brow
Be my tormenter,my temptor
my snake
Find my secret weak spot
be my escape
and I’ll paint your toenails purple
your apocalypse
an ocean blue
There’s a new Paradise
on the horizon
a new religion
in this collision
and a crooked little smile in it
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There was hell to pay
I could hear you calling
like a siren
I always knew I’d end up broken
against your rocky shores
I always knew I’d end up
bunking up with the Devil
Our cloven feet tapping out
a desperate tune of
More
More
More!
In my mind the sky was falling,
Or I was falling
down
down
down town
Where my mouth tasted of ash
and horns were rather fashionable
I’ll smoke my flesh like dainty cigarettes and watch
in wonder
As you wander away
calling after you
When you return
bring back
more
more sin
or Morrison
This place,
could use the blues.
It´s a disaster
when I walk, jump, chew bubble gum,
all that at the same time I´m not that master
Multi-
meaning plural
I´m the type of Neanderthal rural
so I can only stick with the number pi
they tell me it reaches up and up on to the sky
Tasker-
task, to do something
I can´t do everything
but if I stick to one thing
molecules, atoms, electrons, protons,
all working together for just one thing
inside my human being
then ,
Just ring the bell
cause I just beat the guy that´s the master in hell.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
Beasts of Articulation 