You are nothing but a disgrace
A scourge on your fellow travelers
An abominable representation of the human race
How dare you not succumb to societal pressures
As you push through the automatic doors
To take your place on the train
Threatening to circumvent the wars
Driving us all insane
A metallic voice chides your tardiness
With calm execution and marked distaste
As your cohorts look on in malice
At a disheveled pile of human waste
That dares to disrupt a system
Of ingenious ingenuity
That gave birth to the freedom
To experience their own reality
In the form of well written speeches
Screamed down from a pulpit
To constantly remind of all the forces
That only seek to look and covet
How dare you hold us up
On our way to be scanned
Where we won't so much as gossip
About the TSA agent caught
With his cock in hand
Thursday, December 2, 2010
And the Aqueducts Crumble Beneath Our Feet
It's not about up becoming down
Or black becoming brown
It's about you not understanding
That there is simply too much money
Floating around
To be left to idle chance
Humanity becomes nothing more
Than a child times 6 billion
Who must be looked over at all times
To prevent such heinous occurrences
As a financial meltdown
War is profitable, peace is not
And we have the efficiency report
To prove it
You life may be worth less
Than a mansion on the beach
But at least you can walk down the street
Without the threat of violence
Cameras are for your security
And your well being
We need to see you naked
Before you board that plane
In case you are smuggling metal
Through your urethra
But don't you dare show your ass to a cop
When he pulls you over on a whim
And demands you have no right
To complain
Go ahead, file your paperwork
Wade through the bureaucracy
And just see how far you get
Our rulers move mountains
With the stroke of a pen
And can make whole cities
Just disappear
But go ahead and try
Walking down the street
Without the proper identification
Insider trading is a wealthy man's game
Where millions are shuffled back and forth
Threatening entire economies
But how dare you sell cupcakes
Without filling out a tax form
Every penny must be found
To support 737 bases and counting
And the multitudes around the world
Running around pretending
They're not playing out
Some outdated idea
Of imperialism
Or black becoming brown
It's about you not understanding
That there is simply too much money
Floating around
To be left to idle chance
Humanity becomes nothing more
Than a child times 6 billion
Who must be looked over at all times
To prevent such heinous occurrences
As a financial meltdown
War is profitable, peace is not
And we have the efficiency report
To prove it
You life may be worth less
Than a mansion on the beach
But at least you can walk down the street
Without the threat of violence
Cameras are for your security
And your well being
We need to see you naked
Before you board that plane
In case you are smuggling metal
Through your urethra
But don't you dare show your ass to a cop
When he pulls you over on a whim
And demands you have no right
To complain
Go ahead, file your paperwork
Wade through the bureaucracy
And just see how far you get
Our rulers move mountains
With the stroke of a pen
And can make whole cities
Just disappear
But go ahead and try
Walking down the street
Without the proper identification
Insider trading is a wealthy man's game
Where millions are shuffled back and forth
Threatening entire economies
But how dare you sell cupcakes
Without filling out a tax form
Every penny must be found
To support 737 bases and counting
And the multitudes around the world
Running around pretending
They're not playing out
Some outdated idea
Of imperialism
Pretending There's No Such Thing as Pretending
The master illusionist takes the stage
Bringing along all the tools of the trade
And sets to dismantling the atmosphere
Plucking whole heartstrings in thin air
And showering the stage in colorful allusions
That birth optical illusions no one can resist
Shadows in the background go unnoticed
And they crawl beneath the stage like cockroaches
Ready to appear at the flick of a switch
The plot thickens when an audience member is called
To be an unwitting participant in his own demise
As mind is separated from body in a mastery of mirrors
That hide inner thoughts from even those
Tracing the image staring back at them with cautious glances
Like fingers on a phantom limb
The audience breathes together in anticipatory ecstasy
Like one giant mass of perplexity
Teetering on the edges of stained red seats
That can barely contain their weight
And creak under the heavy load
Constantly threatening to snap but never taking action
And two halves of a whole roll to opposite sides of the stage
Cast off and forgotten without interruption
It all looks like quantum mechanics
With parts here and there and everywhere
Seen and unseen, dead and alive
Except for the rabbit just tossed aside
Pulled from the hat already in a state of rigor mortis
Asphyxiated on bolts of silk
And stiff with too much love in too little space
But the show must go on, above all else
A six foot coffin filled with water
Is wheeled into the light
And in climbs another volunteer without proper instruction
The audience gasps as he struggles to breathe
In his see-through prison, unable to cast off his chains
The curtain falls just in time to cover the final scene
And his body is flushed out to sea
Like an unwanted fetus
Before it had the chance to beg for death
At the end of a .38 Smith and Wesson
Ratings go through the roof
As human misery is clouded over
In gentle words of encouragement
That flood over the masses
In euphoric waves of dread
Reminding them to be thankful for the lives they lead
In a time of such chaos and pandemonium
Mortality is dangled on a silver string before them
And the world's greatest magicians
Levitate above the crowd at 45° angles
With arms spread crucifixion-style
To remind them of their true saviors
That lurk through the aisles in search of the next victim
To fall prey to his own deceitful eyes
Bringing along all the tools of the trade
And sets to dismantling the atmosphere
Plucking whole heartstrings in thin air
And showering the stage in colorful allusions
That birth optical illusions no one can resist
Shadows in the background go unnoticed
And they crawl beneath the stage like cockroaches
Ready to appear at the flick of a switch
The plot thickens when an audience member is called
To be an unwitting participant in his own demise
As mind is separated from body in a mastery of mirrors
That hide inner thoughts from even those
Tracing the image staring back at them with cautious glances
Like fingers on a phantom limb
The audience breathes together in anticipatory ecstasy
Like one giant mass of perplexity
Teetering on the edges of stained red seats
That can barely contain their weight
And creak under the heavy load
Constantly threatening to snap but never taking action
And two halves of a whole roll to opposite sides of the stage
Cast off and forgotten without interruption
It all looks like quantum mechanics
With parts here and there and everywhere
Seen and unseen, dead and alive
Except for the rabbit just tossed aside
Pulled from the hat already in a state of rigor mortis
Asphyxiated on bolts of silk
And stiff with too much love in too little space
But the show must go on, above all else
A six foot coffin filled with water
Is wheeled into the light
And in climbs another volunteer without proper instruction
The audience gasps as he struggles to breathe
In his see-through prison, unable to cast off his chains
The curtain falls just in time to cover the final scene
And his body is flushed out to sea
Like an unwanted fetus
Before it had the chance to beg for death
At the end of a .38 Smith and Wesson
Ratings go through the roof
As human misery is clouded over
In gentle words of encouragement
That flood over the masses
In euphoric waves of dread
Reminding them to be thankful for the lives they lead
In a time of such chaos and pandemonium
Mortality is dangled on a silver string before them
And the world's greatest magicians
Levitate above the crowd at 45° angles
With arms spread crucifixion-style
To remind them of their true saviors
That lurk through the aisles in search of the next victim
To fall prey to his own deceitful eyes
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Monochromatic
The pale glow of the television set floods the room
Casting my life in blue, coating the walls with static
That clings tightly to every corner
And gathers everywhere and nowhere at the same time
I pull the covers over my head and duck out of existence
For a moment, imagining the world
As an overextended wink that shuts out
All those things I don't want to see
Outside the moon is full
Sneaking in around poorly drawn shutters
And spilling into my lap
Bathing me in mellowed tones
I can't quite hear
In the morning, the sun shines brightly
And thrusts itself into my life
Unforgiving of my attempts to hide in plain sight
I squeeze my eyes shut with such fervor
For a moment it seemed my eyelashes would blend together
Tie knots and eternally refuse me
That which I worked so hard to ignore
In a miraculous display of perfect timing
You appeared on my doorstep
Like an unexpected package wrapped in a silver cloth
I saw my face reflected on your chest
Staring back at me in horror
Fumbling forward I felt my heart fall to my feet
Along with all the blood coursing through my veins
And I stood paralyzed in the light
Of a stranger I couldn't take my eyes off of
And poised ready to acknowledge the truths
I felt within my chest but kept locked away
The door crept open as if possessed
And my hands acted with a mind of their own
Waving you in without my knowledge
One step, then two and then I saw you falter
I was filled with more panic that I thought possible
And the words came crashing from my mouth
Drowning you in repressed waves of animation
That kept this slowly sinking ship afloat
I see a bright, white light at the end of the tunnel
And you standing there in the center, coaxing
Like a newborn I struggle to find myself
Before setting off on wavering steps
Toward you and the horizon
My only fear is that you will grow weary of waiting
And disappear from my field of vision
Forever leaving me in this dark, lonely tunnel
That I've called home for so long
Casting my life in blue, coating the walls with static
That clings tightly to every corner
And gathers everywhere and nowhere at the same time
I pull the covers over my head and duck out of existence
For a moment, imagining the world
As an overextended wink that shuts out
All those things I don't want to see
Outside the moon is full
Sneaking in around poorly drawn shutters
And spilling into my lap
Bathing me in mellowed tones
I can't quite hear
In the morning, the sun shines brightly
And thrusts itself into my life
Unforgiving of my attempts to hide in plain sight
I squeeze my eyes shut with such fervor
For a moment it seemed my eyelashes would blend together
Tie knots and eternally refuse me
That which I worked so hard to ignore
In a miraculous display of perfect timing
You appeared on my doorstep
Like an unexpected package wrapped in a silver cloth
I saw my face reflected on your chest
Staring back at me in horror
Fumbling forward I felt my heart fall to my feet
Along with all the blood coursing through my veins
And I stood paralyzed in the light
Of a stranger I couldn't take my eyes off of
And poised ready to acknowledge the truths
I felt within my chest but kept locked away
The door crept open as if possessed
And my hands acted with a mind of their own
Waving you in without my knowledge
One step, then two and then I saw you falter
I was filled with more panic that I thought possible
And the words came crashing from my mouth
Drowning you in repressed waves of animation
That kept this slowly sinking ship afloat
I see a bright, white light at the end of the tunnel
And you standing there in the center, coaxing
Like a newborn I struggle to find myself
Before setting off on wavering steps
Toward you and the horizon
My only fear is that you will grow weary of waiting
And disappear from my field of vision
Forever leaving me in this dark, lonely tunnel
That I've called home for so long
The Ins and Outs of Celestial Travel
Far beneath the surface of the sea
In the craggy depths between the unseen valleys
Mother Earth offers herself through self mutilation
And bleeds life into existence
Through the cracks in sandy beaches devoid of light
Oversized brine chase each other through the coral
Darting to and fro in carefree bliss
Unaware of the realities overhead
Like a school of fish we travel together
Weary of all those sharks in the water
That refuse us even a moment's peace
For fear we recognize the power in numbers
This new game is fairly old
As evidenced by recent archaeological finds
That won't allow us to forget
All those past transgressions
And just like before we shall rise from the ocean
To test our sea legs on dry land
Running into the wind until we pick up enough resistance
To fly aloft and see the world from a new vantage point
Until we crash back into those steely blue depths
As a feast for all those we left behind
A pendulum swings back and forth
From one extreme to the other, shifting hues
We smash protons with more accuracy
Than we can pinpoint actions on the scale of good and evil
All the while pretending that our various schools of thought
Are simultaneously right and wrong
In an agreeably disagreeable world
We look for Quetzalcoatl to settle ancient scores
But cannot remember just what he looks like
Each flying object is given a name to be discarded
Upon revelation of actualities we masquerade as truth
Blue lights over cold cities spiral in the sky
Shooting off for some unnamed target
Reason finds a foothold among the anti-religious
But paradigm shifts don't happen overnight
As the future barrels down on us we forget
Of our murky beginnings but may soon be reminded
By the tsunamis that have never forgotten
And the primordial soup is stirred in this galactic cauldron
Once again, in a long series of firsts that give birth
To the many sagas of ends
The night sky welcomes her new masters with open arms
As universal time tables bend into position
And reveal just how little we know about anything
In the craggy depths between the unseen valleys
Mother Earth offers herself through self mutilation
And bleeds life into existence
Through the cracks in sandy beaches devoid of light
Oversized brine chase each other through the coral
Darting to and fro in carefree bliss
Unaware of the realities overhead
Like a school of fish we travel together
Weary of all those sharks in the water
That refuse us even a moment's peace
For fear we recognize the power in numbers
This new game is fairly old
As evidenced by recent archaeological finds
That won't allow us to forget
All those past transgressions
And just like before we shall rise from the ocean
To test our sea legs on dry land
Running into the wind until we pick up enough resistance
To fly aloft and see the world from a new vantage point
Until we crash back into those steely blue depths
As a feast for all those we left behind
A pendulum swings back and forth
From one extreme to the other, shifting hues
We smash protons with more accuracy
Than we can pinpoint actions on the scale of good and evil
All the while pretending that our various schools of thought
Are simultaneously right and wrong
In an agreeably disagreeable world
We look for Quetzalcoatl to settle ancient scores
But cannot remember just what he looks like
Each flying object is given a name to be discarded
Upon revelation of actualities we masquerade as truth
Blue lights over cold cities spiral in the sky
Shooting off for some unnamed target
Reason finds a foothold among the anti-religious
But paradigm shifts don't happen overnight
As the future barrels down on us we forget
Of our murky beginnings but may soon be reminded
By the tsunamis that have never forgotten
And the primordial soup is stirred in this galactic cauldron
Once again, in a long series of firsts that give birth
To the many sagas of ends
The night sky welcomes her new masters with open arms
As universal time tables bend into position
And reveal just how little we know about anything
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Aiming at Each Other
Like a pack of wolves we set off
To explore our natural habitats
And discover something new
A naïve attempt at finding happiness in nature
Our swift feet weren't fast enough
And soon twilight edged in
With the moon eager to reclaim her territory
The woods fell silent
But for the quickening of heartbeats
That played on like a scene from Der Freischütz
In the pale moonlight we caught a glimpse
Of familiar territory, neatly manicured and green
Alive with the chorus of all those unseen creatures
That rejoice while birds sleep
We emerged from the brush scratched and scarred
Innocence left over the dark hedges behind us
Trapped in silent stares passed under the cloak of night
New environments gave birth to similar results
And recreation became obsession
Our excuses as rare as the stars above
We calibrated our efforts
And set our sights on each other
Until one by one we fell to the ground
Lost forever amongst an entomological symphony
And a sea of silver tears
To explore our natural habitats
And discover something new
A naïve attempt at finding happiness in nature
Our swift feet weren't fast enough
And soon twilight edged in
With the moon eager to reclaim her territory
The woods fell silent
But for the quickening of heartbeats
That played on like a scene from Der Freischütz
In the pale moonlight we caught a glimpse
Of familiar territory, neatly manicured and green
Alive with the chorus of all those unseen creatures
That rejoice while birds sleep
We emerged from the brush scratched and scarred
Innocence left over the dark hedges behind us
Trapped in silent stares passed under the cloak of night
New environments gave birth to similar results
And recreation became obsession
Our excuses as rare as the stars above
We calibrated our efforts
And set our sights on each other
Until one by one we fell to the ground
Lost forever amongst an entomological symphony
And a sea of silver tears
Hearts Thaw in Springtime
Arise from your slumber, Brethren
Listen not to the grunts and groans
Of your reawakening body
But to the pounding of possibilities
From within your own mind
That which is seen is only half the picture
Peer beyond the veil
And reevaluate your surroundings
Let nature dictate the next step
And bypass this fool's game
Free yourself from the shackles
You hoisted upon yourself
In a time of darkness
With the key held in your palm
You mistake for a birthmark
Step out of the cave and into the light
Hold steady on the door to your tomb
Breathe while your eyes adjust
And see the world around you
For the very first time
Listen not to the grunts and groans
Of your reawakening body
But to the pounding of possibilities
From within your own mind
That which is seen is only half the picture
Peer beyond the veil
And reevaluate your surroundings
Let nature dictate the next step
And bypass this fool's game
Free yourself from the shackles
You hoisted upon yourself
In a time of darkness
With the key held in your palm
You mistake for a birthmark
Step out of the cave and into the light
Hold steady on the door to your tomb
Breathe while your eyes adjust
And see the world around you
For the very first time
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