written 7/12/12
You said you wanted a son
And I have always wanted be one
You said you needed my help
I came running without hesitation
You hid something from all of us
And you never once tried to let us in
You've been dying the slowest death
And you still have yet to make amends
We sacrificed and uprooted all our lives
What a shame to know it was just to watch you die
So let the good times
Roll you to your shallow grave
I can't take back the time I gave away
So here's a toast to your decay - let the good times
Roll you to the afterlife
How shall I console the lives you flushed away
I can't believe it ends this way - let the good times roll
You should've told us you hated life
We wouldn't have bothered selling ours
You should've warned us you wanted out
Instead of wasting years, it could've been hours
You should've told us you never cared
I wouldn't want your sweet to turn to sour
I wish we'd left you on your own
Just like you're doing to us, you fucking coward
We sacrificed and uprooted all our lives
What a shame to know it was just to watch you die
So let the good times
Roll you to your shallow grave
I can't take back the time I gave away
So here's a toast to your decay - let the good times
Roll you to the afterlife
How shall I console the lives you flushed away
I can't believe it ends this way - let the good times roll
Votre vie égoïste
Mon cœur brisé
Qu'est-ce que je donnerais
Pour un nouveau départ
Non pardonne - laissez les bons temps rouler
Non pardonne - laissez les bons temps rouler
Non pardonne - laissez les bons temps rouler
Non pardonne
So let the good times
Roll you to your shallow grave
I can't take back the time I gave away
So here's a toast to your decay - let the good times
Roll you to the afterlife
How shall I console the lives you flushed away
I can't believe it ends this way - let the good times roll
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Stream Of Consciousness I
written 7/8/12
There is a time at which the journey begins
I've broken ground upon my heart and now it's time to dig in
With picks and spades under no shade I feel the heat and the wind
I've played the part of my charade out and I'm empty within
Everybody get your knives out, it's time to take a stab
At what I'm gonna be next and how much I'm gonna have
To take from all of the directions you can find on the map
You get grins thinking I'm lost but I'mma have the last laugh
So come at me if you'd like because I've got nothing but time
I've climbed the steps to find myself and hide within these lines
You've been breathing me into existence giving life to rhymes
Cause every single song you sing makes you all the more mine
I am the oxygen that fills your lungs and makes your breath clean
I am the valve that pumps inside you, yeah I move your bloodstream
You can find myself inside you every time you're lonely
I am you and you are me, and we're one hell of a team
High five
There is a time at which the journey begins
I've broken ground upon my heart and now it's time to dig in
With picks and spades under no shade I feel the heat and the wind
I've played the part of my charade out and I'm empty within
Everybody get your knives out, it's time to take a stab
At what I'm gonna be next and how much I'm gonna have
To take from all of the directions you can find on the map
You get grins thinking I'm lost but I'mma have the last laugh
So come at me if you'd like because I've got nothing but time
I've climbed the steps to find myself and hide within these lines
You've been breathing me into existence giving life to rhymes
Cause every single song you sing makes you all the more mine
I am the oxygen that fills your lungs and makes your breath clean
I am the valve that pumps inside you, yeah I move your bloodstream
You can find myself inside you every time you're lonely
I am you and you are me, and we're one hell of a team
High five
Proverbs 32
written 6/20/12
We are, each and every one of us, plagiarists
Parasitic pantheons of pathetically pacified pastiche
Paradoxical parodies of pain
Lovely for certain, but not very original
Or are we the most original?
Or is there no origin?
You can assume to know the reasons
I can't help but think all of us are playing
An eternal guessing game
A neverending gamble
So if you live your life with a heart of joy and the wrong answer
Or a heart of sorrow and the unyielding truth
What is the difference when you are six feet below?
You can search for answers all you want
I just want inspiration
You can have your idols and your traditions and your prayers
I just want to be original
But that is the paradox isn't it?
You even wrote it in your book
'There is nothing new under the sun'
But that didn't stop you from having a harem, did it?
The wisdom of Solomon: to sleep around and have a big palace
So many aspire by your words
Yet you were ensnared by vagina and smoke
I laugh and think of how many have been just like you
Me included
Maybe you are right about there being nothing new
But, screw you anyway for your pretense
Just as fallible as the rest of us
Follow your own Proverbs before making me believe I should
The tangent is through
Is that original enough?
We are, each and every one of us, plagiarists
Parasitic pantheons of pathetically pacified pastiche
Paradoxical parodies of pain
Lovely for certain, but not very original
Or are we the most original?
Or is there no origin?
You can assume to know the reasons
I can't help but think all of us are playing
An eternal guessing game
A neverending gamble
So if you live your life with a heart of joy and the wrong answer
Or a heart of sorrow and the unyielding truth
What is the difference when you are six feet below?
You can search for answers all you want
I just want inspiration
You can have your idols and your traditions and your prayers
I just want to be original
But that is the paradox isn't it?
You even wrote it in your book
'There is nothing new under the sun'
But that didn't stop you from having a harem, did it?
The wisdom of Solomon: to sleep around and have a big palace
So many aspire by your words
Yet you were ensnared by vagina and smoke
I laugh and think of how many have been just like you
Me included
Maybe you are right about there being nothing new
But, screw you anyway for your pretense
Just as fallible as the rest of us
Follow your own Proverbs before making me believe I should
The tangent is through
Is that original enough?
Recoil
written 6/10/12
I know you wanna have the last word
I know that nothing matters more
My voice will be forever unheard
And you will have the winning score
So go ahead and sling your arrows
What's one more injury to make?
My chances of survival narrow
But my spirit you will not break
You've been kicking me for so long now
I've analyzed all your attacks
I may be breathless on this cold ground
But just you wait till I strike back
I will reclaim myself again soon
Yes I will fight and I will win
You cannot keep me under your boot
I always find the strength within
I know you wanna have the last word
I know that nothing matters more
My voice will be forever unheard
And you will have the winning score
So go ahead and sling your arrows
What's one more injury to make?
My chances of survival narrow
But my spirit you will not break
You've been kicking me for so long now
I've analyzed all your attacks
I may be breathless on this cold ground
But just you wait till I strike back
I will reclaim myself again soon
Yes I will fight and I will win
You cannot keep me under your boot
I always find the strength within
Snare
written 6/8/12
The tension is thick
You could cut it with a knife
Emotion stirs action
Action stirs words
Words stir feelings
Feelings writhe to be conquered
Yet to conquer as well
Not a moment is spared as hands grasp skin
Clutching, teasing, prodding, rubbing
Nothing is sacred, everything is worshipped
Mouths cup around each other
Delving towards midsections
Engulfing like sacrament
Barely stopping to breathe
Till the levee breaks
Saddling one another, firmly grasped
Bent like reeds in the wind
Entangled in complex postures
Wrought to the imminent fate
Of breaking the levees once more
When our skin is flooded with each other
When we can no longer feel or breathe
Then we may rest
Nestled into one another
Until our time comes again
The tension is thick
You could cut it with a knife
Emotion stirs action
Action stirs words
Words stir feelings
Feelings writhe to be conquered
Yet to conquer as well
Not a moment is spared as hands grasp skin
Clutching, teasing, prodding, rubbing
Nothing is sacred, everything is worshipped
Mouths cup around each other
Delving towards midsections
Engulfing like sacrament
Barely stopping to breathe
Till the levee breaks
Saddling one another, firmly grasped
Bent like reeds in the wind
Entangled in complex postures
Wrought to the imminent fate
Of breaking the levees once more
When our skin is flooded with each other
When we can no longer feel or breathe
Then we may rest
Nestled into one another
Until our time comes again
Puzzle
written 6/12/12
If life is a jigsaw puzzle
Then time must be the hands assembling it
The puzzles are always massive
Even when two pieces can snap together
It doesn't mean they were meant to
Every time the puzzle is assembled
It looks different than before
Sometimes the puzzle stays in a work zone
Neatly kept and constantly chipped away at
The hands of time change identity, though
New sets of hands tackle the puzzle against the original hands' wishes
Sometimes in secret
Sometimes the new hands with new perspectives look promising
They help the puzzle become complete
But in the end, like the original hands, they turn away and let life be
Life gets put away in bags, or back in its original box
Some lives get thrown away
Some lives have their tiny, completed portions glued together
Forever awaiting completion
Forever incomplete
Guess it turns out that, even if it is wrong
Even if all the pieces don't match
Even if the pattern looks wrong and the colors and 'scapes aren't where they were supposed to be according to our picture reference
The only life that ever gets completed
Is the life we never give up on until the pieces are all in place
If life is a jigsaw puzzle
Then time must be the hands assembling it
The puzzles are always massive
Even when two pieces can snap together
It doesn't mean they were meant to
Every time the puzzle is assembled
It looks different than before
Sometimes the puzzle stays in a work zone
Neatly kept and constantly chipped away at
The hands of time change identity, though
New sets of hands tackle the puzzle against the original hands' wishes
Sometimes in secret
Sometimes the new hands with new perspectives look promising
They help the puzzle become complete
But in the end, like the original hands, they turn away and let life be
Life gets put away in bags, or back in its original box
Some lives get thrown away
Some lives have their tiny, completed portions glued together
Forever awaiting completion
Forever incomplete
Guess it turns out that, even if it is wrong
Even if all the pieces don't match
Even if the pattern looks wrong and the colors and 'scapes aren't where they were supposed to be according to our picture reference
The only life that ever gets completed
Is the life we never give up on until the pieces are all in place
Fear The Reaper
written 6/5/12
I've got a dual wield mentality
The best defense is a good offense
I don't believe in security
Strike you down without pretense
I don't wanna know your name
You're at the wrong place at the wrong time
I swear we are not the same
And when you bleed, I will not cry
Save your tears for someone else's shoulder
My heart is harder than steel and so am I
Sentimentality escapes me as I grow older
So get that look of shock off of your eyes
I've made enough death to haunt me
And oh I've laid so many to rest
The ghosts who wander taunt me
But they don't know who they're messing with
I don't know any of their names
Just a bad situation at a bad time
And I still feel the exact same
As the day my blades kissed them goodbye
Save your tears for someone else's shoulder
My heart is harder than steel and so am I
Sentimentality escapes me as I grow older
So get that look of shock off of your eyes
Grim is my first name
Reaper is my last
You come to me to plead for life
But life doesn't last
So beg for something better
Beg for something sweet
Doesn't matter, 'cause in the end
I will see you bleed, so
Save your tears for someone else's shoulder
My heart is harder than steel and so am I
Sentimentality escapes me as I grow older
So get that look of shock off of your eyes
I've got a dual wield mentality
The best defense is a good offense
I don't believe in security
Strike you down without pretense
I don't wanna know your name
You're at the wrong place at the wrong time
I swear we are not the same
And when you bleed, I will not cry
Save your tears for someone else's shoulder
My heart is harder than steel and so am I
Sentimentality escapes me as I grow older
So get that look of shock off of your eyes
I've made enough death to haunt me
And oh I've laid so many to rest
The ghosts who wander taunt me
But they don't know who they're messing with
I don't know any of their names
Just a bad situation at a bad time
And I still feel the exact same
As the day my blades kissed them goodbye
Save your tears for someone else's shoulder
My heart is harder than steel and so am I
Sentimentality escapes me as I grow older
So get that look of shock off of your eyes
Grim is my first name
Reaper is my last
You come to me to plead for life
But life doesn't last
So beg for something better
Beg for something sweet
Doesn't matter, 'cause in the end
I will see you bleed, so
Save your tears for someone else's shoulder
My heart is harder than steel and so am I
Sentimentality escapes me as I grow older
So get that look of shock off of your eyes
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