i'm so tired of rhyming and stating
everything that my mind just keeps braying
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah dying
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah crying.
but how to be direct when the whole point
is to first be closeted 'til you're sure?
how to make sense and be legitimate
in the statements you make when there's nothing
working; the understanding's not mature?
eventually you'd think there would be
an end to the horror - all paths must come
to some sort of resolution. So try
to be openminded, just let it be
just a little longer, abide, abide ...
Makenzie's running laps
Round and round the central division
Every once in a while a collision
As she baps
Into a wall
She even took a fall
But with every lap
She gives my palm a tap
She's up to twenty seven
Her steps are getting leaden
Her breath is coming in gasps
Until at last
She's run herself out
Maybe now she'll take a nap
Laying in bed,
Worn from the every day grind
Flowing thoughts not so kind
Tick tock and its time
You hardly got to unwind
But it's back to the mix of things
Another day in mundane monotony
It's a tortuous lobotomy
Test rats in a suicidal laboratory
Only ever wanting a way out
Banging fists against the walls
Time again for the daily rage and shout
You call loud and proud
But no one answers
Not a bird in sight will listen to your silly babble
Another day and you'll go insane
You've said it for two years now
"Just wait till I escape"
Skulls are just rubber walls
Your pinball ricochets and rings up the points
Lights and sounds regurgitate and the music plays
How many times will you score in different ways?
Your eyes roll back and your home again
No recall of clocking out
You wonder if your time card is wrong before you fall down
You're spinning fast down the slide,
It's a spiral
Sleep hits you harder than destinations post walkin the green mile
This one is hard to call, will you wake up?
Your chin hits the floor as you fall out the chair
Now it's clear, you're still there
You never punched out because you never left
Confusion at it's best
Tricking you again, whose he tryin to impress?
Go home kid, you're delirious
Minds gone nasty mysterious
You're sick, I'm serious
Your behavior is becomin deleterious
Take a chill pill and stop the fuss
Get lost before you bust
Cold and empty, my selfish girl
You use to be my ocean's pearl
Your smile that sailed me `cross the sea
faded- and sank the love in me
through somber eyes, the tears you've shed
They rose the tides and ceased its ebb
the moon watched on, and down below
her heart was tossed, as I tried to row
A tragic shipwreck, that love of mine
Once, such a beauty, decayed with time
But I know she's awaits atop the sea floor
My porcelain enchantment, alone once more
One day I swear I'll take that plunge
Below the coral and the ocean sponge
To find my love, my treasure awaits
With only a North Star, and a little fate.
I took the first stanza from it, because it's strong enough to be in there.
Osun is a Yoruba deity of the Sea and the Waterfalls, worshipped by many in Brazil.
Not that I am a believer myself, but I really appreciate the mysteries and myths of my own birth-land, and wanted to share.
His parents got split
His mom just won't quit
She wanted everything so she uses him to get it
She wants child support
But in the end it's all whack
She sees him as a way to extrort his dad for some cash
She smokes and she drinks
She's f***ed like ten dudes
Everything he does makes her spit out something crude
He lets his mouth run,
But can't figure out why
The other kids in school won't even stop and say 'hi'
His nanny just hates him,
He's a living disgrace
One time she threw a pb&j at his face
His grades are just crap
His dad knows it too
He just wants to run away, but he can't hide from the truth
It's a war from two fronts
And there ain't no retreat
He's got no friends to turn to when he suffers defeat
So he learns to read books
To him they're escapes
For once he's got something that's not sick of his face
So he lives on his life,...
He gets a retry
New school, new kids; they don't look like they'd beat him up for his fries
His grades; they pick up
It's like a new deal
The best thing? These new kids... they just so real
They smile with their eyes
They help him out, too
Finally, he's done it: Started anew.
And yes, I know the rythm is terrible for this one. Stay tuned for something better.
put bullets into silicon
and feelings into plastic,
hilarious and spastic,
just slip the laughter on
and faint a little faint for me
so much anxiety and torture.
outclass all your living horrors!
dream a little eldritch dream -
it's much more comfortable alone.
scary, daft, but that's the /purpose/.
sleep with visions of the surface;
you won't live until you are your own.
the twelfth night just a put-on!
such old visions, lived in daydreams.
just drunk passerby in function,
i fell in love with the corruption.
1. In having preferred diversion and hunting to poetry. The half-learned laugh at it, and glory in being above the folly of the world; but the people are right for a reason which these do not fathom.
2. In having distinguished men by external marks, as birth or wealth. The world again exults in showing how unreasonable this is; but it is very reasonable. Savages laugh at an infant king.
3. In being offended at a blow, or in desiring glory so much. But it is very desirable on account of the other essential goods which are joined to it; and a man who has received a blow, without resenting it, is overwhelmed with taunts and indignities.
4. In working for the uncertain; in sailing on the sea; in walking over a plank.