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.

wake up farmers

The air is freezing outside my door
but my fire's warm it heats me to my core.
Left the TV on, fell asleep to it's eerie glow.
Channel surfing dead through the static and the snow.
My old friend Beelzebub
fucked me in the ass with his morning chub.
My new friend goes by Satan,
tells me all the good things I should be hating.

Lex Luthor

I couldn't get to sleep last night.
I was thinking about your face.
I'm not ashamed to let you know,
I'm excited for our date.
*I'm attracted to the mystery.
Another person to share time with me.
Still you might be something I think you're not
but I'm willing to try with all the love I've got.*
I've got a friend named amanaya,
says I should try to get inside ya.
And although you are beautiful,
wanna see what's in your heart first girl.
*
Dinner movies and a drink or two,
and that's the best that I can do.
The point is just to talk to you
and look at what's inside your head.

plastic

I've got plastic parts stuck to my heart.
I pull and I tug but they won't come apart.
Artificiality has gotten me,
and forced me to forget my visit to the sea.
*Plastic is the theme of our song.
I know you know this one so please do sing a long.
From plastic chips to plastic bars,
tell me I am crazy then forget who you are.*
I have a rocket engine turning in my head,
repeating conversations already been said.
Oil in my veins making my body slow.
The more I eat this plastic the more I seem to grow.
*
I have an astroturf lawn in front of my plywood house,
stays green throughout the year 'cept when the winter shouts
and chokes out the earth with an icy glow,
in her frosty grip confirms what we already know.
*
All this life will end.
That seems to be the trend.
Through pressure heat and fire we'll be plastic men.

Manifesto: my masterpiece.

I could _____ you a whole list of hellos for a week and they would all stink compared to the
I only have time for this, for us, for our last goodbyes and it seems as though time is the last thing I will ever have the chance to ask you for more of. Whether we were dying, fratting, living, talking, nothing, it would all amount to less than this shitty cup of coffee and the next 1000 that will sit down beside it. All we have is our time and all that anyone could ask for is more of it. And so then there are the memoirs, the last breath of a dying poets most whimsical comedy never written. And the comedy of it is this, that the poet should die before seeing his own performance. Perhaps that is the irony of it anyway.
The irony that we have been looking for all our lives.
To define.
To memorize.
To capture once and for all.
That some things never change.
And in the most beautiful poetry I could imagine, written in the most dreadful handwriting I've ever seen
There was your soul.
Trapped in time for just this one particular insignificant second looking you back in the mirror for no good reason at all but to say that the coffee was particularly good this morning, you look like you had a fabulous night's rest, and it's nothing but another day's work until you'll be back to the same droning relentless hag of a woman that you've grown to resent, terrible malnutritious foodstuff which ought to be outright outlawed by the *USA* and your same alarm will wake you with that same shrill fucking crack that you HATE to the same sun that will rise every day, heedless of the coffee that is poured
or the innocent blood that is shed
or the countless whores sent to unseen levels of ecstasy beyond even your most feverish imaginings.
The sun is.
And there won't be a single damn thing you can do about it. I could try but it wouldn't stop the ceaseless yammering of a hemmoraging brain onto the split remnants of a tree's first hope. It's enough to bring a grown man to tears, to _____ and only you can fill in the blanks.
The story is yours to tell and yours to share and yours to sell. It's good news! It brings back youth! You will be happy again as you once were! Your friends will be begging to hear about your secret and the best part is that it's a riddle that only you know the answer to. But fortunately for you at home we have a miracle! It cam be yours. It is yours. You simply haven't realized it yet. All that is required to claim your prize is your undying loyalty to my god and my penis. Should you choose to claim this fabulous prize of immortality and happiness itself, it would seem unfitting for you to wish to keep your earthly remains of wealth tethered to you, so we will do the hard part of that for you as well! Simply sign this agreement PLEASE and commit just a single second more of your already pathetically short life to my cause and in such a way prolong my own? Share this seed of me to the four corners of the earth and all things that are not a part of me AND I SHALL TASTE IMMORTALITY AS WELL. These are my birthing rights, my earthly needs, and my dying request. Share this part of me that was pure with the world and gloss over the murkier details in between. This is between you and me and it is the holiest of covenants we could possibly create.

X______________________

Armed Religion

I'm walking into the bank where you're the teller.

I'm approaching your desk.
I'm holding a gun to your face.
give me all your cash, your wallet, your watch!
give me the combination to the safe!

you have those two choices:
One: do what I say.
I'll leave without further incident and you can go back about your business.
Two: if you refuse,
I'm going to shoot you in the fucking face.

*only a fool would aspire to martyrdom at this point.
the fucking bank is insured, why would you care about their money over your life?
you have a wife, a 2 year old son and a new-born daughter to feed at home.
you have a mortgage for a house you couldn't afford,
and that you only bought to stop the bitching of your unsatisfied wife
while all she does is use your paycheck to smoke meth and buy shoes she doesn't need.

so while these curses of being a modern day middle class white male might be enough to lead one to suicide,
you probably won't off yourself, or let me off you.
you'll take door #1
you'll give me the money.*

Now I'm at the front of your church, or your mosque, or whatever the fuck,
preaching the truth and the infinite wisdom of your God.
my voice begins to escalate.
I look the entire congregation in the eye all at once as I speak

and again you only have two choices:
One: do what I say
accept what I'm saying as truth, and live it
Two: refute it
you will suffer for time and all eternity in the fire of all fires
and be trapped in the pain and suffering


religion and armed robbery.
both have an ultimatum.
both force you to choose between happiness and suffering, life and death.
both are aimed to leave you scarred and scared and helpless if you choose number 2.
so really, what are the differences between the two subjects?
the only difference is religion isn't holding a gun to your head,
it's holding a gun to something not quite as visible; your "eternal soul."
and firing their bullets made of all of their own insecurities and despair.
fuck you all.
religious people deserve to be sharing a jail cell with "Baby Face" Nelson.
except he's dead.
so maybe they should follow suit.

bpark
wearecancer.blogspot.com

Wake up another day
get your ass out of bed it's time to get paid.
Wash up before you play
no man with a dirty ballsack ever did get laid.
Have some respect
you look like a wreck
where's your badge of honor have you even checked?
Look up happy
in the dictionary
you'll see a picture of me that's a guarantee.
Check up with your doc
see how much time you have on the other side of your clock.
Push up your push up bra
you make the players horny make them drop their jaws.
Make up upon your face
you make the lonely ones get jealous cause you're in the race.
Chalk up one on the wall
and victory means nothing moving at a crawl.
Take up everything you can
and that's the sort of thing that divides the boys from man.
Work up some courage please
and admit to yourself that no one's listening.
Clean up your dirty act
cause I have seen it lately and it's old and cracked.
Speak up make your voice heard
jI know it's hard but only takes a single word.
Crawl down the rocky path
and dance around the flowers and the greenest grass.
Talk up your greatest traits
you comb the club for hours for a suitable mate.
Eat up for life is short
and count your many blessings least you're not in court.
Pair up just like they've said
and live a thousand years if only in your head.
Shoot up the crowded room
and send the cl9owns and sinners to their fiery doom.
Pick up where you left off
ignore the fools and cowards as they scorn and scoff.
Crank up the music now
the drums inside my ears are ringing badum pow.
Live up your dying days
cause nothing else will bring you through this fashion craze.
Stock up on love and sex
cause no one knows for sure what will happen next.
Drink up forget your cares
and at the party dance with them like everywhere.
Throw up your fists and scream
and live the life you want like on a movie screen.

Ms. Spider

Thank you Tim Burton
for making up Ms. Spider
I remember as a kid wanted to be inside her.
Her accent was sexy
Her style was fresh
she seemed the perfect woman even without breasts.
*My favorite spider's vegetarian
I still let her bit me because we're best friends.
And I'm so attracted by her foreign charms
never too busy to hold me she's got extra arms*
Her booty's banging
and it's better than yours
she makes her own rope for your pleasure but she's not a whore.
Her hands are cold
but then mine are numb
I know that in my bedroom she would be such fun.
*
Ms. Spider stay with me
during the rhino's charge
my fears are coming at me and they seem so large.
I'll need a woman's love
when I'm done seeing claymation
we'll build a home of peach pits where we will station.

ticktock

Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock
watch the hands move effortlessly on the face of my clock.
tick tock tick tock tick tock tick
and the moment is gone. I pray this one will stick.
* Life as we knew it is long over now.
Unanswered questions, biggest one is how.
We use our past to fill in the blanks.
We find there is nobody left to thank.*
tickety tockety ticka tickety tockety
enjoy the fun that we have with our rickety rackety.
tick a dee tick a doe tick a me tick a yo
and the years on your face are beginning to show.
*
tick tock tick tock tick tick tocks fast
watch the sand go slipping through the eye of an hour glass.
your tick tock won't stop 'til your death
hit pause for one moment let me catch my breath.
*

fill/you up

It's like that uncool thing that I collect.
The things that make me happy that my friends regret.
It's like the cold cold weather sinking to your bone
that makes you walk faster on your way back home.
It's like a man's personal means of escape.
Depending on who's riding who something's got to break.
It's like god nature's fury
singing grow or die,
urging us to hurry
without asking why.
It's like the emblem of sin
taking up my thoughts.
Make me happy once again,
I seem to have forgot.
It's in the lies we tell
for our bedroom to sell.
Your cancer will be cured
if you just let me fill/you up.
It's in the standing applause,
new recruits for the cause.
Your questions will be answered,
please just let me fill/you up.
*A half-filled glass
a baby's brain.
I'm a little storm cloud
just let me rain
and fill you up
and leave my stain.
After seeing your soul
I don't want to love again.*
It's like the dirty thoughts
that cause your mind to rot.
Your worries are forgot
if you just let me fill/you up.
It's like the tingle you get
after you take a hit.
I could make it last forever,
please just let me fill/you up.
*
It is the love we create
and the search for a mate.
I will sing this song forever
if you just let me fill/you up.
It is the truth we find
burrows deep in our mind,
I'll be honest to you baby
please just let me fill/you up.

Benjamin.

And now I'm just waiting
for my money to stack.
But the moment never happens
like I'm under attack.
Maybe I smoke too much
and sacrifice much less,
but I never do regret it
like a girl and a new dress.

*I like this life but I hate to see
when people suffer to make me happy.
Modern romantics speak conspiracy,
the rest count days of sadness silently.*

I'm in the kitchen pacing.
Too much on my mind.
Fidelity is straining.
Just want to smoke the kind.
Maybe I'll fuck these people
and just keep their cash.
And when they come by asking for it
tell them kiss my ass.

*

It's odd to me that nothing changes
when constantly things rearrange.
What's good for me is good for you.
Just let me love you even if it's strange

*

Pineapple

I feel that pineapple explosion
deep within my lungs.
Air is smokey. Feel like dozin.
Rest in peace like I have won.

*I am in love with this feeling
and I could not go back again.
I'm happy when my mind is reeling.
I'm good, but I know it will end.*

Air is thick now, could be toxic.
Hope that I survive.
Breathe it deep now, hold five seconds
and if you're not dead, you're high.

*

Feelin' friendly. Call my best girl
just to see what she's up to.
She ain't happy with this whole world
so I tell her true.

*

black soul

Strength in numbers.
Pull me under.
Petty differences divide.
My friends in need,
the only friends I see
until the day our hearts collide.

*Nothing pierces hearts of darkness
never see the sunlight shine.
Things get harder for the martyrs
God is dead the world is mine.*

Science save me.
I feel ugly.
A crisis has a hold on us.
Existential.
No potential.
My mind is blank and that's because.

*

Souls get blacker.
No going back or
maybe that's how we're supposed to go.
Ready to die,
cannot say why
this life's become a fashion show.

*

C&C

Cigarettes and coffee
tell me one thing that I want to hear,
you are such a rebel.
Wanted milk and honey
think I might just crack another beer,
hell why not make it a double?

*I just met a pretty girl
of course she has a boyfriend.
Could have seen that coming.
Oh my god this shit never ends.
Is my life on repeat or is this just a trend?*

Thank you so much for the job.
How can I repay you?
What a nice thing you did.
So you want a blowjob?
We just met, please get a clue.
Why can't we just get faded?

*

Cold cereal this morning.
Won't be starting work tomorrow.
I guess they just weren't down with the brown.
Still the world keeps turning.
No reason for sorrow.
Monday maybe I'll turn around.

*

Twist twist make a wish,
perhaps it will come true.
But if you're going to pray to God,
know that he don't listen to you.
Everybody come on it just costs one soul.
Just sit down in the back if you won't pay the toll.

define/please

It's in the way we speak
that defines how we think.
Vitriolic philosophizing when I take this drink.
It's in the way we act
and people with whom we react
that defines the way society will judge you in a blink.

*I could scream my madness til my voice was sore.
Talk about the sun for hours and never get bored.
I could love you tender but you wouldn't see,
and mistake this heart of longing for that of a creep.
Now freak on y'all.*

Just one day.

It's just been one of those days.

Looks like it's this day again.
Lied to by my only friend.
My heart, that baby girl, she needs some time to mend.
Smile and say it's fine.
It's time to walk the line.
Wasting the day's a crime.
Is what you're doing worth your time?

Hi!

Hi! my name is:
the man who raped your mother.
Hi! my name is:
the evil in your brother.
Hi! my name is:
everything you ever hated.
Hi! my name is:
all the years that you have wasted.

*May I speak to
self-improvement?
May I speak to
masturbation?
May I speak to
your life ending?
May I speak to
one moment at a time?*

Hi! my name is:
my identity.
Hi! my name is:
are you scared of me?
Hi! my name is:
the unmasked face.
Hi! my name is:
the true human race.

*

Hi! my name is:
this electric box.
Hi! my name is:
the soul that yearns to rock.
Hi! my name is:
the perfect music for your dance.
And you're lying if you're thinking
I'm ever leaving smarty pants.

*

elemental

Heart of the cards,
speak now to me.
I miss my days in paradise
when my soul was free.
I am burdened with care
for these faces that pass.
They've all become a part of me
please say it won't last.
Riddled with doubt.
Please let me out.
This fear has grabbed a hold of me
it screams and it shouts.

*Seven oceans cry when the tide rolls in
leave the beaches dirty and there's life again.
One volcano kills when the time is right
and leaves the earth a cinder at least for a night.
Winds of mercy carry me far away,
then maybe given time I will have something to say.*

Food.Source.

Take my food and throw it away.
I like it I'm happy to pay,
it reminds me I'm alive.
You're eating more than you produce.
You feel hungry but your belly's loose.

Invincible

You can call me monster
'cause I found my voice.
And you can burn me with the mob,
forget your choice.
Now you see me bleeding
and your heart is torn.
But I recall forever
before I was born.

calling me follow

Trotting on a high horse.
Calling me calling me.
Rabbit with a wristwatch.
Follow me follow me.
Help me please down this course.
Calling me calling me.
Knock me down one more notch.
Follow me follow me.

Work+

High before work let's wait and see
how big a fool that I might be.
Had my way with money and a double-cross.
Pussy motherfucker eats a massive loss.

*Well it wasn't much to you.
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do,
I will see you in hell.
Burn just like these eyes you whore.
This fire leaves you wanting more.
I will bid you farewell.*

High's wearing off, nothing left to smoke.
Work ain't even started and I need a toke.
Must have lost my money now I'm bleeding here,
with shoes on different feet the light is drawing near.

*

High is gone now people look so bored,
waiting for the beer and wine that is not yet poured.
What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine too.
Just suffer one more chorus and the song is through.

*

The world's happiest phone-center representative.

Hypocrite, don't know shit.
Said you'd leave this job but here you sit.
Scream my negativity
on my walk you don't know me.
Bear my cross of sin and care
like these people that I see.

explitiveicious

I live in constant pain
so please yell at me again.
And if I can't listen well,
repeat what you said pray tell.
What was it that was so important?
What was it that just could not wait?
What was it? I'm a busy man.
Who were you and why were you filled with hate?
I could sing happy songs.
The kind where you sing-a-long.
But that would be death to me,
expressing feeling that I don't feel.
Fuck a raccoon.
Send me to the moon.
Blood pus and maggots I will see you soon.
Rotten pussy,
that speaks well to me,
I'll love you with this cock of mine til we both bleed.
Send me to hell,
I'll fit in well
after fucking baby Jesus on his first noel.
Righteous and pure
of this I am sure.
There isn't room for faggots so now we have a cure.
Get on the bus,
there's still room for us.
Just make sure that your boarding pass is still righteous.
And if it's not,
just look what I brought.
Cry your sins to Jesus and they will be forgot.

I am a portrait of a goddess taken in her living room.

Life history of a boy on drugs.

The human dreaming.

I am a portrait of a goddess taken in her living room.

I am not addicted to this small sad thing.

I cannot explain the color blue
supposing everything they said is true.
And it's a hard road to follow
over bridges and religion and we sail into tomorrow.
And you can meet my mother any time you like
maybe then you'll look at me and say that I was right.
I cannot explain my love for you tonight.
I'm a long dead liver from a satellite.
And I'm criss-crossing through the things that I believe in
that your bed is a scoreboard is all that I'm receiving.
And you don't care, baby I digress,
all the things I take for granted is infinite in progress.
I think therefore I am - over this - 'cause I'm a hypocrite.

A diamond inside a hurricane.
The forces build as does the pain.
I don't want to see you again.
I'll die, escape this hell I'm in, adieu.
Farewell. Sionara. Goodbye.
Aloha mother fuckers.

Panic attack.

Peace unto the peaceful
waiting for the reaper.
Take me to the only place I know where I won't see her.
That's hell inside the Earth
that I escaped at birth.
And I know she won't be there 'cause she seems to good for my curse.
Power, man, I'm so damn hungry
live in state of industry.
Peon, man, well get a hobby
expose yourself to kids in the hotel lobby.
Sweet dreams are made of sex.
Who can say what will happen next?
Chow down morning, day and night
on the things inside you you used to fight.
Let's go down to the limousine.
Don't forget the gasoline.
Start it up and get ready to fly,
I've got a feeling we're gonna die.
Tonight I wanna die and never come back
but tomorrow I can sense another panic attack - attack.
I'll die like you, sorry and cold.
I'll die, I hope before I get old.
I'll die and that's a matter of fact.
I'll die and my mom will have a panic attack - and die.

What dream?

I aim to think again
after I drink this gin.
Oh God where have you been?
Pray for my soul to mend.
Like the person who sits next to me
and in heavy silence abuses me.
Like the native born who cries for rain
and his child who will just know pain.
I'm confused and I don't know
which way these muddy waters flow.
With the earth wind fire and you're red hair
I could smoke this dream to everywhere.

One unapologetic cat.

Like a cat in a cage
pacing wall to wall
I'm marking my killzone
no matter how small.
But truth be told, I would let you live
'cause life's a bitch
and you've got nothing to give.

fleeting fuzzy feelings

I am where I'm supposed to be
I am doing what I should be doing.
I am happy now
for the first time, in a long time.
I don't wanna live without this thing
and I can't even imagine
what I could be
where I'll wind up
I hope to see
I'll raise my cup
In celebration of the moment
we triumph through a drink.
But for all the living,
there's scarcely time to think.
But live a while anyway
for happiness is here.
If only for a moment
I'll have another beer.
I will grow, I will do
all the things my heart demands.

Smear.

Fear is the anthem of the world
and here is the banner I've unfurled.
It's green and it's living just like me
it screams at you to live naturally.
I'm in love or it could be hate
with the throngs of people who masturbate.

The only thing that's true is that there's nothing that is true.

Zodiyuck

I like watching the moon - as it rolls around the Earth.
And I like watching you - as you sing and you play and you dance and you dance.
Lost a friend today - maybe he'll be a tree or a bird or a worm.
Sink into my couch - Let the waves of understanding pass over me.
I like defining the sun - it's the source of everything we do.
I like sex and candy - I feel sorry for this dream.

Hungry life on television.

Now we're cold, naked and hungry.
Forty cents a day, won't you give us your money?
We need blankets clothes and food.
Give us more and we'll buy the booze.
Drink it up and get it down.
Drink til you're stupid and we hit the ground.
Whorey glory, now let's make our story.
I'll pretend that you were great and sex no longer bored me.
Lies mischievous, praise man Jesus.
I'm coming yes I'm coming to conclude he doesn't need us.
Sin baby sin baby sin baby sin baby.
We don't need another voice a talkin bout the fire honey.
Burn honey burn honey burn honey burn honey.
Send me to hell. Wave this place farewell.
Mr. Millipede is a millionaire.
But Mr. Centipede has got his toxic stare.
Early birds catch worms and worms are good for shit.
It may be lonely at the top but still you eat like this.
It may be time to strike a chord.
It may be time to practice what you've learned.
The years grow colder, and so do I.
Philosophy only helps prepare to die.

Red/Underwear

Wake up now but hit the snooze another hour.
Slept too late, barely have time for a shower.
Grab a bite, I'm feeling hungry.
How the hell did I get so lucky?
~
Staring at the girl with the reddish hair.
Imagine her wearing just her underwear.
I'm blushin rushin crushin will she look this way?
My heart's in my eyes and it has company.
~
Am I too busy for that freaky deaky chicken?
And, uh, never have no worry 'cause it's super finger lickin.
Give me just a taste and let me tell you what I'm thinkin.
It's a you. It's a you. But you're not here so I'm drinkin.
~
If you call me honey, baby I get so horny.
Say you need some money, be my playboy bunny.

I like that.

Fell asleep with the TV on - I felt you once now the feeling's gone.
Go to parties and laugh out loud - a parasite's just rolled into town.
Some people win, but more often they lose - in a land of opportunity you live as you choose.
Daddy take me home to the land in the sky above.
Mama take me home to the place that I used to love.
I drink until my demons let me be.
Through all my wisdom, all my strength is gone.
Smokin' cigarettes just to pass the time.
I've got no sense and I've lost my rhyme.
Celestial bodies orbiting my head.
Some still shine brightly though they are long dead.
I live in peace now.

Cousin

Stay up tonight, watch the fire burn low
a hundred years of life for a pyrotechnic show.
Smoke burns our minds, an ant marches on
as a neighborhood friend sings your favorite song.
Cousin, dear cousin. This song is for you.
There was a bouncing baby boy, then a little baby girl.
Since then we have grown, with the things we've been through.
But once upon a time, we had the entire world.
Our mothers - choose their lovers.
Our fathers - stand by each other.
Our sisters - and our brothers - off the perfect cover of a family.

Page 2. The Mysterious Woman.

The mysterious woman, a short story with no particular rhyme scheme.

It's hard sometimes
Thinking about all the whys and the hows and where do I fit in?
But you know that everything is relative, in Einstein's universe.
It's hard
Not having any passion about anything at all.
I wish I had a hobby.
I wish I could relate.
I wish that I could find something or someone in this world that I could hate
Just so I could feel it.
I'm just so bored, of all the bullshit, this neutrality.

Revelations:

A little something I wrote at the beginning of my existential crisis-

This is the first time I've ever noticed that the government is silently manipulating the populace and stripping us of freedom and unity. PRIMAL CONCEPTS.
It seems as though I am denying myself the pleasure and unanswered questions that actions or substances not of myself may add to or subtract from my life, and in such a way, am rejecting a rich existence.
I used to think I was just a punk in sheep's clothing. Now my perspective makes sense.
Life, in itself, is existentialism. The illusion of knowing is an unhappy side-effect of self-awareness and our potential to please ourselves.
Now I understand the origins and characteristics of the atheistic view on the nature of the universe/nature. To start, I have to say that it is impossible to understand the true value of infinite. It is never ending. Two connected circles set on their sides. In this way, the universe has no beginning, as time has no beginning. Infinite stressed backward. And space and matter and every particle in the universe have always been and always will be. Never-ending. Never-changing. The big bang is only the precursor to the form of the universe as it is now for our existence. But the big bang is as changing as the cells in our body. It grows and expands with age, until it collapses in on itself by forces of attraction I am not entirely familiar with. And it sits with each element that will ever form in a relatively small area. The super heat and pressure form a super element, larger than we can possibly imagine. A unknown chain of chemical reactions occur within the element and the most powerful explosion possible occurs, and the universe reforms. Eternal rebirth.
In this way, God takes no part, but in the incomprehensible vastness of the UNIVERSE, it would not be unbelievable to assume that there exists somewhere in the vastness of eternity some consciousness who loves us.
It is hard to find a word that conveys the true nature of infinite.
It's time to move past thinking HOW and WHAT everything is, and then ask WHY... if we could apply the same scrutiny and energy to philosophy as we have to science, we could be an enlightened, rather than progressive, species.
Edit: The big bang would only apply to our universe and the matter in it. Not all the matter in existence. An endless sea of universes, perhaps interacting with each other as the galaxies of our universe do.
I find insanity to be a better therapeutic method than anger.
The powers that be want us to be, sheep. Unthinking, yet doing.
The entire universe will have changed drastically by tonight, but we treat every day the same.
That's what it is. Too many cops for too few problems.

Intro.-

Everything written in this blog is bullshit.
The rage is dead.
Nothing is important anymore to anyone.
The system is ruined.
Life is a joke.

everybody is looking for something,

anything,
that they can call love.

It's all so confused.
pointless really.

but I can't help but become a hypocrite when I call them fools.

existence

It's hard for me to understand why people are just living to die.

They're all waiting for the end to come so they can be saved.

I've heard from more than one mouth that even if there ends up not being a god,
people should still believe in it and practice it because if there is then at least

you did what you had to do. You'll be safe.

fuck that.

I'll live my life the way I need to,
and I'll end up in the same place as you.
nowhere.

ranting

venting

bitching

three verbs that get utilized when I'm writing.

because writing is my outlet.

it is my escape.

like heroin is for you.

you junkie piece of shit.

get your life together.

and like masturbating in public is for you over there.

you fucking creep.

don't do that anymore.

find something else.

god.

my dream is to leave this place.
my dream is to be more broke than I've ever been before
in a country that I've never been before
with people who I've never met before
with ideas I've never heard before.
six months from now,
if I'm not in Sweden sitting on the shore of a lake
smoking grass & cigarettes
writing poetry........
I will have truly lost myself.
lost my reality.
lost my dreams.
I can't let that happen.
I owe it to myself and everyone I know to make sure it doesn't fall through
I have to do it
it's the only way
and I will do it
and whether or not I come back with an enlightened mind or not,
at least I lived my dream
and gave it a shot
rather than sitting through these god damned lectures I have to sit through
in something I don't give two fucks about
I'm going to write
I don't know what yet
but I'm going to write.
and I will be happy, doing what I love, and what I'm passionate about
even if I'm making $7 an hour at some fucking coffee shop the rest of my life
at least I won't be miserable
like my father
or like his father.
do what you love
do what you're passionate about
no amount of money will save your soul from torment if you don't
but if you do
no amount of money would be worth abandoning it