I am Kafka,
hear me crawl.
In my cage
enjoying this ball
Spinning round to make rust squeal
Embrace the beauty of this wheel
Friday, December 9, 2011
Kill the Poet
Kill the Poet
Let us kill this poet, for He can’t act nor show it
Only daze and dream until he rots downstream, to
Linger and then breach
at the root of his seed
What good does he serve us?
[as man]
Just where does he stand?
Or better yet,
will he even change our world today?
in all his strange, radical ways?
All they really tend to do
Is distract me and you
From the impending,
[unread truth]
That every man ropes his own noose
Monday, December 5, 2011
Selfish Sun
I remember when planets were young
We were parading ‘round a selfish sun
Who cried as we cooked below
Absorbed in silence, we steal his rays
Made solar power from rainy days
So we can thank him once he fades
When will he seclude
Something tells me it’s too soon
Is it the look on your face
Or mere clouds, shedding gloom
Their presence shifts in time
While stars form strange lines
Millions of years, now only phase
For we stand in the White Dwarf’s way
He’ll age and grow humble
As cities freeze, then crumble
For his cries are now mumbles
Shining now ever so subtle
We were parading ‘round a selfish sun
Who cried as we cooked below
Absorbed in silence, we steal his rays
Made solar power from rainy days
So we can thank him once he fades
When will he seclude
Something tells me it’s too soon
Is it the look on your face
Or mere clouds, shedding gloom
Their presence shifts in time
While stars form strange lines
Millions of years, now only phase
For we stand in the White Dwarf’s way
He’ll age and grow humble
As cities freeze, then crumble
For his cries are now mumbles
Shining now ever so subtle
Thursday, November 24, 2011
This Common Era
Oh, Brave New World
…and all of us forced to inhabit it
We were cursed at birth,
Still we’re trying to make the best of it
How this land has grown
it’s vines hovering past the heavens
Yet they’ve branched far beyond us now
To be raised merely as peasants
I’ve been beaten, I’ve been scared
I’ve done everything but cared
Ruthless, but at least self aware
That our futures aren’t ones to be spared
Yes, this is the common era
These are the times that we’ve changed
We’ll always be watched but expect to be self-taught
By the traitors who love us in feign
We hail from the fathers of confusion,
The mothers of love and cocaine
who sit now in their institutions
Satisfied with days all the same
We know of your good intentions,
pleased with the money you waste
Spent to pay off the reflection
Of how we follow all your broken ways
But it’s different now, so modern
Rusting even before we age
Better off as lambs, in slaughter
To be packaged and then thrown away
Yes, ring the bells for the common era!
We were bound to end up this way
Pretending to get by ‘til the evenings high
Just like you were, back in the day
Now we’re off to end up in your shoes
Letting our dreams vanish for jobs
Which you’ll get now if you’re pampered and approved
So be enslaved or stay being lost
…and all of us forced to inhabit it
We were cursed at birth,
Still we’re trying to make the best of it
How this land has grown
it’s vines hovering past the heavens
Yet they’ve branched far beyond us now
To be raised merely as peasants
I’ve been beaten, I’ve been scared
I’ve done everything but cared
Ruthless, but at least self aware
That our futures aren’t ones to be spared
Yes, this is the common era
These are the times that we’ve changed
We’ll always be watched but expect to be self-taught
By the traitors who love us in feign
We hail from the fathers of confusion,
The mothers of love and cocaine
who sit now in their institutions
Satisfied with days all the same
We know of your good intentions,
pleased with the money you waste
Spent to pay off the reflection
Of how we follow all your broken ways
But it’s different now, so modern
Rusting even before we age
Better off as lambs, in slaughter
To be packaged and then thrown away
Yes, ring the bells for the common era!
We were bound to end up this way
Pretending to get by ‘til the evenings high
Just like you were, back in the day
Now we’re off to end up in your shoes
Letting our dreams vanish for jobs
Which you’ll get now if you’re pampered and approved
So be enslaved or stay being lost
Only Mimes Yell
Touching ground,
Approaching hell
Mind full of lust and a soul to sell
Linger on,
Can’t be wrong
Seeking a savior in your palms
Til you look down
on the naked ground
Minding the loud bastard clouds
Who can believe
An entity unseen,
When speaking to the blind?
In a world of the deaf
The saints waste their breathes
Claiming those mimes can yell
So let them drown,
With the waves as they announce
That only they can be heard in shells
Approaching hell
Mind full of lust and a soul to sell
Linger on,
Can’t be wrong
Seeking a savior in your palms
Til you look down
on the naked ground
Minding the loud bastard clouds
Who can believe
An entity unseen,
When speaking to the blind?
In a world of the deaf
The saints waste their breathes
Claiming those mimes can yell
So let them drown,
With the waves as they announce
That only they can be heard in shells
From a Distance (as always)
Look at yourself in the mirror. Look at that head. That freakish, abnormally sized bust that struggles to sit restlessly on your shoulders as you constantly face downward. If there’s any advantage to that thing you try to tame is that it holds an endless mosaic of thoughts that let you ponder and help you reason in times of awkward peril.
Now look at her. From a distance (as always) as you restrain the temptation to call her name, she may cower.
Your eyes wander constantly towards her vicinity, like an invisible ray of magnetic lust fucking you towards her. The perverted bastard you’ve been since the Bush years you can't cease the temptation to admire the beauty she truly is.
You're beautiful.
But she wants to be beaten.
Father never taught you how to beat a woman, so you let the rays die away in the halls, jolting to gaze elsewhere when strangers catch on.
This is the extent of your fantasy. Some think it's funny because they notice only eyes as huge as yours can be others list you in the daily lunch grime of children to stay away from. What difference does that make anyway, you’re used to this. Not to mention you claim on countless occasions that you could care less and nihilism is your middle name (with other rationales) of bullshit intended to keep them further away.
We all know they’re idiots, but must you really mention every fucking moment of the day?
Now you spend all this time thinking how to brew conversation, exchanging smiles and possibly even numbers...anything to promise the pursuit of intimacy.
This is what you want. Her.
You desire her in the ways she romances herself for they balance how you restrict yours. Why do you remain silent and sedated? She’s been passing through the halls, making nice glances so now you get that feeling you try so hard to resist
(that feeling that you might just want to embrace. But you well know where this feeling gets you, fuckboy.
It gets you out of your house but away from your friends and into the world of devotion that makes you a diluted zombie living off the faith for his woman. It won’t at first come across like this after the exchange of laughs, familiar names and places, and inner thoughts; then a measly kiss or two will seal your heart and spawn some sort of connection. If she accepts the trial of staying with you and not going down the usual assembly line of hookups until pregnancy, you’re convinced this was meant to be.
Now look at her. From a distance (as always) as you restrain the temptation to call her name, she may cower.
Your eyes wander constantly towards her vicinity, like an invisible ray of magnetic lust fucking you towards her. The perverted bastard you’ve been since the Bush years you can't cease the temptation to admire the beauty she truly is.
You're beautiful.
But she wants to be beaten.
Father never taught you how to beat a woman, so you let the rays die away in the halls, jolting to gaze elsewhere when strangers catch on.
This is the extent of your fantasy. Some think it's funny because they notice only eyes as huge as yours can be others list you in the daily lunch grime of children to stay away from. What difference does that make anyway, you’re used to this. Not to mention you claim on countless occasions that you could care less and nihilism is your middle name (with other rationales) of bullshit intended to keep them further away.
We all know they’re idiots, but must you really mention every fucking moment of the day?
Now you spend all this time thinking how to brew conversation, exchanging smiles and possibly even numbers...anything to promise the pursuit of intimacy.
This is what you want. Her.
You desire her in the ways she romances herself for they balance how you restrict yours. Why do you remain silent and sedated? She’s been passing through the halls, making nice glances so now you get that feeling you try so hard to resist
(that feeling that you might just want to embrace. But you well know where this feeling gets you, fuckboy.
It gets you out of your house but away from your friends and into the world of devotion that makes you a diluted zombie living off the faith for his woman. It won’t at first come across like this after the exchange of laughs, familiar names and places, and inner thoughts; then a measly kiss or two will seal your heart and spawn some sort of connection. If she accepts the trial of staying with you and not going down the usual assembly line of hookups until pregnancy, you’re convinced this was meant to be.
You’ll remain on your knees while other men stampede behind your back and win her with their quicker wits as she assures you’re her only one. The decay of other men’s breath and the stench of their putrid fucking seed won’t be visible by the time she locks her lips on yours the morning after. The evening before you were wondering where she is and what she’s doing, always secure with that welcoming kiss that yes, she really is yours. Hard to believe you could have a girl this beautiful, ain’t it?
After all, you are the soul-sucking downer who drives everyone to hell with his constant bitching of the youth today and how it’s not the same as it used to be and how we’re all getting stupider and stupider…
But somehow she can look past it all. What could it be that draws her in? Maybe you really are different, maybe you really have grown into a handsome young man, and maybe the world you threaten to leave in a shelved thought once a week isn’t that bad after all; maybe even as beautiful as her.
After all, you are the soul-sucking downer who drives everyone to hell with his constant bitching of the youth today and how it’s not the same as it used to be and how we’re all getting stupider and stupider…
But somehow she can look past it all. What could it be that draws her in? Maybe you really are different, maybe you really have grown into a handsome young man, and maybe the world you threaten to leave in a shelved thought once a week isn’t that bad after all; maybe even as beautiful as her.
But that’s when she tells you that there really was nothing; we are simply young and stupid. There are good amounts of folk who can (and will) do better jobs at loving than your awkward façade you consider passion. She’s been kissing you with the aftertaste of others (many others) and even some you’ve exchanged smiles, glances, and even friendships with. Trying to remain cool and collective, you won’t show a single emotion. Because doesn’t that mean they’ve won? You really are letting the pressure of bullshit teen life get under your poorly maintained skin.
Meanwhile, the demons you try so hard not to let overtake return with the realization that you couldn’t even make a girl feel loved in your prime. What good are you, anyway?
Meanwhile, the demons you try so hard not to let overtake return with the realization that you couldn’t even make a girl feel loved in your prime. What good are you, anyway?
Her life will go on and she’ll love and scar many more, most probably of higher statures then yours and they’ll never know of the legacy and romance you thought you could hold. You’re just another face to her now the same way she is to you, and no one wants to say a single fucking thing. And if you even dare gaze at her again in the hall, she’ll look down before you’re in sight. That’s the way things work here.
And the noon bell rings.
And the noon bell rings.
Now cry, you little bitch. Cry like you did when you were sent away by one woman who should’ve been there for you (which you fucked up yourself as usual) when no one else was.
You know who I’m talking about, don’t even…
But you will. You’ll always trace your little inferior struggles with adolescence on the woman who brought you here. Eventually, she’ll grow tired of having you stay in that piss-smelling basement of a home and throw you out where you belong.
The time’s coming up, boy, time to be a man. So don’t let this potential sweet gal become your lady and fuck everything up while you’re still picking up the pieces.
You know who I’m talking about, don’t even…
But you will. You’ll always trace your little inferior struggles with adolescence on the woman who brought you here. Eventually, she’ll grow tired of having you stay in that piss-smelling basement of a home and throw you out where you belong.
The time’s coming up, boy, time to be a man. So don’t let this potential sweet gal become your lady and fuck everything up while you’re still picking up the pieces.
Of course, you’re still staring at her. From a distance, as always for no idea of chemistry could come to mind on how to relate and ease her in. Do you really think she’d want you anyway? After all you’ve done in and around the school to people she probably doesn’t even know but definitely will once the herd catches on that you and her are talking. The most pleasant thing both of you can do for each other is smile, and hope to remain strangers with invulnerable young hearts.
See Penny Lane
See Penny Lane
She smells like butane
Once a girl of charm,
She slipped into the drain
That washed her of all dignity
Everyone’s pregnant
And they don’t regret it
Swallow their pride ,
To a womb of affinity
Fools surround
In armies of clowns
We’re coming for you
They’re on the morning news
Ocean stained panties piled in the sand,
I leave my woes behind
There’s no place for me to lend a hand
As Medusa grows hungry inside
Markets burning,
Blood thirsty and yearning
To find innocent blood
The icemen, they come
Fertile to feed
If your heart’s on your sleeve
Nowhere to run
Unless you’ve flown past the sun
Work for the weary
And she’ll embrace so dearily
But you must bathe in mud,
Before you bud
Semen stained Goddess on the western front,
Where have you been all my life?
Her arms wrap tight around my waist so blunt
We’re gonna take the world tonight
Prologue from 'FOOL I WAS'
Everything changes but the road. The road and the path it promises. A path that stretches onward north and south and never guarantees an end. Whatever vessel you tread down the journey on matters little to nothing, for even the blisters that scar the vagabond’s lonesome feet will heal.
While he continues to wander without judgment in hopes of discovery, shelter, and enlightenment; his feet will eventually blister again. He will greet new scars along the journey and no matter how gruesome, diseased, vengeful, and painful these scars may be; he can never cease the journey. He also can never look back, the world before him is void. The sun’s rays will bring a harsh presence to his back, and he cannot complain no matter how dark he will become.
Eventually the scars will grow to be infected and too severe for time to heal, and he will die a long anticipated death. Only to blister in the sun his will shunned. Posthumously, his skin will peel and his bones will crumble until they vanish and repay the air he once selfishly indulged.
While he continues to wander without judgment in hopes of discovery, shelter, and enlightenment; his feet will eventually blister again. He will greet new scars along the journey and no matter how gruesome, diseased, vengeful, and painful these scars may be; he can never cease the journey. He also can never look back, the world before him is void. The sun’s rays will bring a harsh presence to his back, and he cannot complain no matter how dark he will become.
Eventually the scars will grow to be infected and too severe for time to heal, and he will die a long anticipated death. Only to blister in the sun his will shunned. Posthumously, his skin will peel and his bones will crumble until they vanish and repay the air he once selfishly indulged.
Rhythms of the Universe
In a moment, my love, I’ll burst
Scatter me amongst this wretched Earth
Or if I’m buried, sing the dirge
With the rhythms of the universe
I’ll play to all without any pay
I’ll sing til my voice rusts and fades
I’ll walk through the night and sleep at day
Without a place for my body to lay
The blaze has left my tired eyes
The one you said gazed into your mind
It burnt out at the sheer surprise
Of your absence in the dead sunrise
You say you love us all
but you can’t touch me
That face is a doll
Still it can’t deceive
That whimsy fool, whose face is me
But don’t you worry, I know where to retreat
The cost is only one simple, bold release
Into the bleak, fabled sanctuary
Taxicab Man
Taxicab man, tell us where we’re going
The seats are breathing and skies towing
Away the clouds to reveal the stars
Exposing my pupils, the size of mars
Looking away in the comfort of shade
Each passerby catches those eyes
And I watch their evils trail slowly behind
They exit in forms of waves
Sticking from their backs as thoughts rave
About the end of days
Soon to come, and o what fun!
So thought this foolish vertebrate
The spine of time
Only breaks when the sunshine
Emits a rapture of rays
Into the streets I heard the sounds of the weak
Booming in the open as I struggled each step
I glanced behind, then lost my mind
For all masks of flesh had now shed
Those guised, pale faces
Lifted my skull from containment
I thanked them as I flew towards the sky
But as I reached the moon
The trip suddenly bloomed
And I questioned it without a “Why?”
Flattered by the Stars
Here I lay down by the sea
Up above I appear to be
flattered by those stars
To gaze and glisten is to touch
For love can be a poor man’s crutch
If he’s flattered by the stars
Her warm bliss meets mine
We bide our time
Clenched together,
As she makes them ours
Pointing to reflect,
Too many to inspect
I trust that my mind is now free
A blaze in the sky,
Cool water in her eyes
Exuberance refuses defeat
Naked old clouds,
Cross the bridge down
Lovers abide,
A vengeful tide
But night shows face,
She leaves me in grace
Not for long, but for today
Memories now keen,
The patterns show clean
Signaling better days
Selfish Sun
I remember when the planets were young
Parading ‘round a selfish sun
Who cried as we cooked below
We watched it for awhile, hoping he’d explode
But still we rob his rays
As he graces us with each passing day
I’ll thank him when he fades
When will he seclude?
Something tells me it’s soon
Is it the look on your face?
Or those clouds shedding us their gloom
Muffling the cries from his path
Longing to cease his exuberant blast
Yet their presence shifts by days
Now we can see the that yellow haze
These millions years a mere phase
For we stand in the White Dwarf’s way
He’ll age and grow humble
As cities freeze, then crumble
For his cries are now mumbles
Shining now ever so subtle
Hey Mister (God, you feel like my sister)
Impulse did well for that dream
last night
on the screen
that put my nipples
on display as we teased in mere foreplay
One day she’ll scream:
WHORE.
Is a word to suppress in the
Uneasy conquest to leave
a mission and mind undressed
tensed in sweat,
a mission and mind undressed
tensed in sweat,
(hey I did my best)
Still feeling a bit
SORE.
In the hallways
She’ll rise
In her teenage grime And, (to my surprise)
Awake to haunt me in prime
Awake to haunt me in prime
FOR,
Those noises awoke
two nosy folks, who were
up to no good in the other room
but her façade played it off
two nosy folks, who were
up to no good in the other room
but her façade played it off
So she won’t get caught
in the truth as he shouts
in the truth as he shouts
WHORE.
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