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Sunday, February 27, 2011

rogue

I'm a talented man I'm a talented man but I'm shy.
I've had time to think and although this may sting well here's why.
My secret self is my self true.
This person I have shared with you.
A fragile sensitive man.
Masking this face is what I do.
I hope this scowl will get me through.
And judge me as much as you can.

blocke

Writer's block has killed my muse.
Need another drink to light my fuse.
I can't write when I am bored.
Maybe I've forgotten what this is for.
Nothing's coming to my head.
If I can't fix it soon I might as well be dead.
Mind is blank because of you.
All I ever wanted was to seek the truth.
Maybe it's time to write love songs.
Maybe then my heart and brain will get along.
We just met so what's the use?
Never meant to scare you with my voice.
Manifesto greatest piece yet.
Now I'm getting nervous cause I cannot match it.
Was my perfect hardcore drug trip.
Freed my mind from my body's grip.

Aging perceptions.

I don't know what love is.
I thought I had an idea when I was a kid.
I loved Pokemon and the TV's glow,
now I set a second date and you never show.
I don't know what lonely is.
I thought I had an idea when I was a kid.
I'd scream out loud at recess time,
now I scratch my head for exactly the right rhyme.
I don't know what success is.
I thought I had an idea when I was a kid.
I'd dream of power, fortune and fame.
Now I'm sick and tired of this wicked game.
I don't know what energy is.
I thought I had an idea when I was a kid.
I got a kick from watching fires burn
but now there's so much more about it I have learned.
I don't know what a partner is.
I thought I had an idea when I was a kid.
Parent's seemed in love put on a happy face.
Now they drink and feel alone with their second mate.
I don't know what heartbreak is.
I thought I had an idea when I was a kid.
I got you a valentine, you threw it away.
Now I hate the whole month of February.

transplant

I'm a hammerhead shark
whose hammer's found it's mark
in the ocean which is cold as it is dark.
Now I'm a big grizzly
just following those bees
once I can track them home then I'll steal their honey.

Or I'm a bunny rabbit
denied sex can't have it
my penis sees a pussy and it wants to stab it.
Now I'm a graceful turtle
shell cracking from the whole world
I'd be a happy guy if it weren't for these mortals.

I'm a fat man
I love my holiday ham
to live from day to death has always been my plan.
Now I'm a skinny fuck
whose always down on my luck
I pray for sweet release 'cause nothing's ever stuck.

I'm the world's last whale
eternity's on my tail
and I don't know what to do so I'll just thrash and flail.
Now I'm the city bus
and I'm packed full of us
though my heart is made of diesel I still crave your touch.

I'm the king of the jungle
I can't afford to stumble
and if it weren't for me my domain would crumble.
Now I'm his royal highness
my queen has picked her white dress
but my kingdom's in a drought and I can't stop this dryness.

I'm a girl's broken heart
so don't you even start
I'm emotional and fragile and it's all your fault.
Now I'm your logical brain
forget it all but your pain
for the things inside you head you ought to be ashamed.

I'm the uncarved block
and I can't seem to stop
I'm just living and subsisting I don't give a fuck.
Now I'm an executive
forgotten how to live
I remember better days when I had fucks to give.

I'm a merry Christmas
and your whole damn wishlist
if you're naughty or you're nice I know that you'll still get this.
Now I'm the universe
and I've been through the worst
you haven't seen the last of me or even the first.

overcast

And it's another gray day of death.
The world has pulled her last breath,
and the only thing that's missing is a child on meth.
It's something we expected
with our minds collected,
but it's something that can break your heart in one quick second.
It's like that bowl in the china shop that was just clay.
Hold on to that afterthought it's bound to stay.
Be happy worry 'bout the bigger things,
and realize I'm the person that is listening.
I feel the pull of the mob
and the breaking of the mirrors.
Amazing what a man will do to try to see clearer.
I've got twin pockets and they're lined with love,
But nothing ever changes and that's just because.

hour counting

And now it's 5.
And then it's 4.
Soon will be 3.
Which turns to 2.
And now it's 1
more hour 'til I get off
and do what I like.
Then I'll sleep and
smoke and drink
and assure that
my glass is spiked.
So long to 24,
it left me wanting more.

Ire

And now I'm tired.
So god damn tired.
If I were a dog I'd fall asleep
where I lie and forget the bone.
But I'm a man and I can't sleep,
and I can't seem to get back home.
And now I'm wired.
So god damn wired.
Know what did it, was the crack
that I smoked late in the evening.
But it doesn't matter to me.
Sing a song and forget this thing.
*Music is the anthem of our fears.
The artist is our heart we hold so near.
Listen to that man again and save me.*
Now I'm the crier.
Some fucking baby.
My heart is broken into pieces
yet my head will hold on strong.
And there's tears on my face
but I'll be damned if they feel wrong.