Saying What You Will

Why do you pester me with long passages of melodrama

When you could have easily summed it up easily

If only you'd taken a breath and used a little brevity

However; as this is your comatose state

I will not judge you for not finding the words

When at first you don't succeed as they say

Whoever they are we do not know

Gladly I disembark from your cluttered vessel

And sail among an ocean of disappointments 

Where seldom people ever find solace

But they find a way to be content

Even if for an eve or two

While the stars bow down their weary heads

And hold the hands of the children's hearts

Where your words are worthless when storms are brewing

The masses are terribly unsure what you're doing

While these waters toss me hitherto

I cannot in good faith let the gods of my feelings rule me

Nor can i falter in my steps because doubt rules me

the good will has passed and god will do what he will with me

For in these endings it is always on a selfish whim

That i cry out, "Save me, just me, me first, me, me me."

And where i shout these is a place your voice won't carry

In a kaleidoscope of colors

You will see through a magnifying glass

That which I see with my naked eyes

Though i wish they were clothed with spectacles.

Wholly Unruly

The main thing to consider when choosing your side

Is whether or not it will make you destitute or not

Perhaps when finishing your decision you will come to the conclusion

That not everyone thinks the way that you do

It is enough to make your heart and nerves to grieve

When the friends that you possess choose to throw away your keys

And like you in an unruly ultimatum

Though the woods lead to fears that will cause the fearless to quake and cower

For blessed is the man who can kiss his dreams goodbye

The Song of a Degenerate Prick

If by some miracle the noise never settles
and we are blasted on cocaine and Ecstasy
if the internal police can't restrain us
and we are spiraling out of control
If by some wrong doing we find a little peace
Then don't allow us to be subjugated any longer
Then the shackles of decency fade from memory
in the very weary world that bound us as children
It will be business as usual
As angel powder feeds through my mind
Miles a minute, in a minute or three
Given a time to persuade our better judgement
Letting it shrink down in my size
And silencing only the conscience from regurgitating
Our meat.
If this is the loudest it can go
Build a new box of sounds
that can excel only to the maximum threshold
To cause a hint of deafness
i will not answer your phone calls,
Nor will i limit myself to phone calls,
If you need to reach me after a beep
You have no reason to be here
Enter freely and at your own risk
Let the windfall be of your own devising
To live fast and dangerously is a gift
So if you choose your world on the back of a horse cart
move to the other side of the street
i will bypass you and plow through pedestrians on my way to the middle
Given that I'll never see the top because
As i have no second sight
i forgot to pack for a rock climbing expedition
So excuse me while I'm driving
and your dead and gone
I'll recite the pledge of allegiance
only  to the alien masses
And when they pull me out of my hotel room on a gurney
Already half dead and half spiteful that they tried to save me
I'll thank the gods for their are more than one
I'll thank the gods of excess, sex and devastation
For to feel this pain was to feel alive
and to be alive is to not give two shits
No matter what calmer minds have said
they were only at ten percent capacity
Give up the fight
I already did as the monotone beep of my heart monitor sounds
and before you put me in the ground
Lay a pack of Marlboro's on my breast pocket
I'll share them with the devil
Since twice I've been to hell.

the Lives of Liars

They pasted together photos of themselves

On a large blank canvas

The white walls of its surfaces a daily reminder of their blank slates

so it was and so it is

As one day ends a new photo is entered

And a pressing sense of contentment permeates the homestead 

Till truth boils over into resentment

And photos are stripped from the walls now.

in a heart beat when mended wounds have time to heal

They plaster their board with fond memories of details

Details of decals of moments in their memories

And the joyous colors of technicolor

Will erase the broader stretches of time

And if someone chose to

They would see the bleeding colors

that stained the pure white canvas

They tried as they could and despite what they tried

failure never failed to follow their fractured selves

Till what they loved on the wall

was a fiction that someone else could tell

for though it was their faces

What they felt in the now

Was not the present truth

and the past was a ghost

For a place inside that was haunted.