Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Inconspicuous Manumission

Free at last
Out from under your rule
But now it's worse
A watchful eye
Nothing is sacred anymore
Everything is taboo
Who am I?
No one cares
I traded one life for another
And ended up in the exact same place
Still lost
Stuck on a path
That never seems to end
No signs to guide me on the way
I end up in a forest
Beauty is everywhere
I don't see it
I feel it
Why can't I accept it?

Corporeal Conversion

Build up your arms
I care not

This society will fall
It is inevitable

Change is the only constant

Nothing is real
There is only you and me

But we are the same
Forget these false differences

Reach out and touch someone

Embrace our similarities
Life is about connection

Close your eyes
Block it all out

Find your reality and re-define it

Frenzied Strategems

It started out a rebellion
Against the man
It ended up
A fight for life
Liberty and the pursuit of happiness
And then back to square one
Starting over feels so right
It can't be wrong

One slip, then two
And the mountain comes tumbling down
Crashing over houses
Emptying out into the streets
Someone is crying
Another is fighting
Anguish, remorse, regret
The only true feelings left

Or is it patriotism at it's very best
A convoluted story no one questions
Just accepts as truth
This is where we are
Who are we becoming
But an angry mob
The mentality of a fifth grader
Ignorant of the world around us

Fighting for justice
Like it's a pastime
A hobby
In flux
In spite of everything
Desperation leads to death
The death of it all

Corybantic Vehemence

What a waste of my time. Absolutely, positively counter-productive. In an effort to save my soul from.. whatever. I must stop. It's actually quite ridiculous. Especially this particular time in my life. For several reasons in fact, both internal and external factors. How exciting! Something new to distract me from this black void I call my life. Only in my head though, because I do not want to freak people out. I can't tell them. Especially not now; it's too late. The deed is done, so to speak. I don't feel guilty, it just upsets me how angry my family and Eric's are going to be. Whatever, I'll just run away. To hell with this place and these people. I'll leave tonight! But what do I do with Eric's head?
To think, that just a week ago, we had been happy. Not just happy, ecstatic. We were finally moving in together, finally getting our dream house. I mean, we got a puppy and everything. I had recently gotten a job at the bank as a teller. Sure, it wasn't the dream job I had often thought about, but such is life. I was happy enough, and I had Eric. Eric. That fucking whore. He got just what he deserved. I had cautioned him, but obviously my forewarning fell on deaf ears. Too late now, I suppose. It's better to live in the moment anyway.
I made my way back to the house carrying Eric's head by the long blond strands of hair matted with his blood in my right hand, a blood-spattered machete in my left. The door was still ajar, so I kicked it open. The door slammed into the wall behind it, causing the panes in the door to rattle. The doorknob smashed through the wall, leaving a perfectly symetrical hole in its wake. I sped through the livingroom and made a bee-line for the kitchen, dripping blood along the way. I held the head out in front of me, so the blood spattered on the ground in front of me; I glanced back towards the door, and saw red shoeprints all along the hardwood floors.
I rounded the corner into the kitchen, and set about looking for something the store the head in. I wasn't sure why I wanted to keep it, but I saw no point in fighting it. Nothing really mattered at the moment. I squatted down in front of the sink, and opened the two cabinet doors in front of me. I rummaged through the cleaning products and plastic bags to find a small blue cooler, but large enough to store Eric's head. I opened the cooler and saw it was still dirty from the last time I had used it. Oddly, I set about washing it out. I scrubbed the inside until it was sparkling white, and then layered the bottom with ice. I gently placed Eric's head on top of the ice, and then filled the remaining space with more ice. I closed the lid to the cooler and carried it to the garage. I fumbled through Eric's tools trying to find anything that would secure the lid. Eventually I stumbled upon a couple of black bungee cords. I hooked the two cords together at one end and then stretched them out until I could clasp the other together. It took a lot of work to stretch them far enough to connect with each other, so I figured I was fine. I went back into the house, where I had forgotten about the mess. In the kitchen, our pale blue linoleum floor was smeared with blood from the entrance to the sink. I grabbed a bright red bucket and some Pine-Sol from under the sink. I poured all of the lemon fresh cleaner into the bucket and added a little water. I reached back under the sink to find three scouring pads. I placed the bucket on the floor and grabbed the mop from beside the refrigerator, placing it in my potent cleaning solution.
I opened another cabinet and pulled out three pots and filled them with water. I put them on the stove and turned all of the eyes to high. I had no idea what I was doing. How was I supposed to know how to get blood out of hardwood floors?! A bit overwhelmed suddenly, I raced out the door into the front yard. We lived a mile and a half from the main road, so no one could see me or what I had done. I jumped off the porch trying to completely bypass the four stairs leading down to the yard. I almost made it. My left food caught on the last step, the feel of my shoe brought my leg to a sudden halt while the rest of my body continued forward. My leg crumpled underneath me, and I fell straight down. Luckily the rest of Eric's body softened my fall.
Shit! The rest of Eric's body! In my worry about what to do with the head, I had completely forgotten about the rest of him.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Thanatoid's effigy

The neat, criss-crossed stiches bulge at the seams
Bloated like a rotting corpse
It's impossible to die though, if you were never really alive
Like some dark secret guarded by the Druids
Immortality seems only a dream
Like a mirage it flitters across your vision
Your true sight held deep in your conciousness
The lie is discarded and your eyes do the talking
Manipulating the world around you into something you can stand
Death seems the only logical answer
Even if you never bothered asking the question

Friday, August 14, 2009

Reductio ad absurdum

Pushing past its limits
Extending beyond its means
Spiraling down into abyss

Like robotics its all about programming
Intervals of light go unnoticed
Shrouded in darkness on a path of shadows

Behind closed doors the plan is mended
And amended and slapped with a label
The realization of a dream long prepared

Vultures and lions, snakes and rats
Crowd the arena and survey the land
Take note of it all and reach for their staffs

The sheep are pushed into the river
Like trout they travel upstream
Desperately struggling and gasping for breath

Some never made it to the water
Others will drown on the way
The thinning of the herd is only just beginning


Crouching down beyond the horizon
Shades of pink crowd the sky
Interrupted by lines of convenient white clouds
Criss-crossing the view thats accepted somehow
Violence and gore are no longer needed
As man has discovered a most powerful tool
Melted down and manipulated into something concrete
Those in control yank the strings
And like small children, we follow with glee


Traveling toward Oz at a speed unmatched
The message is doctored and tailored for rituals sake
Slip up and die or drown in the wake
Of the waves created by malicious propaganda
Our friends become enemies
Our enemies, our friends
A shift in consciousness is the only means to an end


Pushing through the crowded interior
We yearn to be free and no longer inferior

The mask is yanked off and cast aside
It's not longer needed; there's nowhere to hide

Dust off that gun and aim at your head
Click. Too late, you were already dead

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Intrinsic Affliction

I'm falling
Descending like a leaf torn too early from a tree
Not floating, plummeting
Straight towards the ground