poetry

Mending Our Generation

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Living in a dream

It seems…

I did everything they wanted

And I still do not know

Who it was for…

Are they beneath the ground?

Or above the clouds?

Are they hidden?

Or trying not to be found?

I think they dug a hole

Like animals…

Reproduced within all their comforts…

And left the fallen to work above their lairs…

I just want an answer

Even if it doesn’t make me free

I just want an answer

Someone to see

The pain greed creates

The flight then fall

I anticipate

Every time I wake….

Living a scheme

It seems…

I have fallen

With the lost and forgotten

Trying to find the nail for my own coffin

They had the money to buy

And the money to break me into…

I just want an answer…

Even if it doesn’t offer peace

I just want to stare into the face

Of those responsible for the mistakes

Our generation has to mend…

The Pebble Roll

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There is nothing surprising me anymore

I feel like I am glued to my headboard

Dreams of far away places

I will never see

Cascading down the slope I created in my life

Like a pebble down a hill

I feel as if the force of life

Has granted me some time off

Solitude

Adventure

Then solitude

Adventure

In search of something I lost a long time ago…

Perhaps My ability to imagine anything

To dream of pirate ships

Of castles bombarded by trees pressing upon their gates

Of a garden the size of a country all to myself

Of a world much different than this…

And I am torn between my imagination

And the state we call reality…

And When I wake up

There is nothing in this world

I cannot see

Cannot dream

I see faces in trees

Clouds smiling upon me

River and streams

Flowing into a fantasy world

All within the depths of my mind…

So Maybe I am suppose to roll

Like a pebble down a hill

Shifting between solitude

adventure

Solitude then

adventure

In search of the mind I once had as a child.

Finally Belong

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I’m sailing in a sea of hopelessness

as the devil grants god one last breath of air

all secrets are eroded away

to nothing

our destiny alone in the palm of our hand

cuz’ we can’t comprehend everything re-invents itself through man

And I don’t understand why we choose this life..

it’s like eating the bark

leaving the fruit

not thinking twice

forcing a knife

to carve a tree with strife

I’m wandering in a forest, free of footsteps

as the devil grants god to walk across it

all the flowers are stepped on

all the rarest animals are hunted

till there is nothing heard

but the flutter of a butterfly

it’s mother natures faint cry

And I don’t understand why we chose this life

it’s like eating the bark

leaving the fruit

not thinking twice

forcing a knife

to carve a tree with strife

Dying in my once haven

as the devil grants god to show his light

all of my sight is smoldered away

skin is budded a crimson may

there is nothing left but rotting decay

forcing me back on yesterday

to decipher why my life led this way

On the ground I lay,

living day by day, easily unable to runaway

from myself…

I finally belong.

Desire Controls the Heart

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Although my eyes do not seek

Although my heart has turned bleak….

I will take the world away

for just once glance of purity…

a sickening sweet taste of love…

Although my seas are calm…

and steady breezes only come along…

I will roll in the clouds…

feel the rain upon my palms…

know its better…

than nothing….

nothing at all.

desire controls the heart at difference…

difference.

And although my face lost its color…

my soul feels the need to wander…

I will anchor my ship

to find the better half of me thrown overboard…

clenched by the movements of the sea

And Although…

Although…I have nothing left….

I will progress

to the treasure of love.

desire controls the heart at difference…

at difference

Waiting for the Knight

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Waiting on a dark road

My lights turned off

I am waiting for a deal with the devil

Trying to sell my soul for a moment with a savior

Trying to avoid the crevices in the road

As crimson flames embark on the surface

Reminding me I am moments away from a fiery demise

And then I see his eyes

Like headlights they blind my path

Blind my perception of the world as an inevitable apocalypse

Making me question everything before this moment

When all darkness turned into light…

When all sadness turned into triumph

 

 

His eyes disintegrate time into nothing but the sand in an hourglass

As I am hoping the meantime goes fast

Knowing I could wait forever for you….

 

Waiting on the same ol’ dark road

My lights now turned on

I am waiting for a deal with the man in fine armor

Trying to sell my soul for the moment when his shield lies upon the ground

Trying to see beyond the protective layer he so diligently maintains

As all the battle wounds become exposed like the flames

Beneath his feet

And then I see his eyes

Like two northern stars they project light upon the universe

My universe

Blinding me from the inevitable apocalypse

Making me free from the future and past

As his armor drops around his feet

As his horse wanders off into the street

As if looking for the same kind of salvation his master finds

When his eyes meet

The woman with eyes like a serpent

But the smile of a child…

 

And His eyes disintegrate time into nothing but the sand in an

hourglass

As I am hoping the meantime goes fast

I know I could wait forever for you

Traveling the same dark road

Making a deal with the devil

For just a glimpse into his eyes.

 

My Cats (My Girl Cover)

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I’ve got friskies on a nice plate

When it’s cold outside I’ve got the cats all day

I guess you’d say

What can make me the crazy cat lady?

My cats, my cats, my cats

Pettin’ all my cats, my cats


I’ve got so much litter my gas points are envied

I’ve got a robot laser light so they can play without me.

Well, I guess you’d say
What can make me the crazy cat lady?

My cats, my cats, my cats

Pettin’ all my cats, my cats

Meow Meow Meow

Meow Meow Meow
Ooooh.

I don’t need no dog, horse, or fish

I’ve got all the kitties, baby, one woman can miss.

Well, I guess you’d say
What can make me a crazy cat lady?
My cats, my cats, my cats

Pettin’ all my cats, my cats.

 

I’ve got catnip on a boring day

With my cats.

I’ve even got the shots done in May

With my vet

Talkin’ bout

Talkin’ bout

Talkin’ bout

My cats

oooohhh

My cats

As long as I live I will talk about my cats….

The Blame Blame Baby (Lady Gaga Parody)

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I can’t help myself I’m addicted to the strife of

materials

It’s some kind of performance, I’m driven

to oppose the majority

All we care about is, greed, bmw’s,

and wine bottles

Give me something I can be, retro influenced

Hollywood yes we die for the

Fame

Doin’ it and it’s all for

Fame

Cuz we wanna die in the life of the sick and

the followed

Doin’ it for the deathly Game

Cuz everyone wants to live the life of the wealthy

and famous

Fame

Doin’ it for the

Blame

cuz we gotta drink the chardonnay and infinity

of fortune

Fame Fame maybe

The fame fame

We live for the blame blame baby

but we think it’s really fame fame

It’s a shame shame maybe

A blame game maybe

Isn’t it the same same baby

When it comes to fame flame baby

The fame fame….

I can see myself at the strip club with my

face in the neon lights

photographs in my mind and whatever on

the internet you find

All I care about is pornographic surprise

and fake handcuffs

Give me something, I wanna feel anything and

Nice blondes in all kinds of positions

Fame

doin’ it for the deathly game

Doin’ it but themselves

blame comes around

cuz we wanna live the life of the privileged and

blame

the poor….

fame
Fame
Doin’ it for the
game
Cuz we gotta taste the dick

and call it fortune…

Blame Blame baby

the blame blame

We live for the blame game baby

Isn’t if a guilt trip baby

A shame shame baby

in It for the money money baby

but really get the blame blame

Don’t ask me when and where

but I’m gonna get somewhere then nowhere

It will be my worst fucking nightmare

Don’t ask me how I got here

But I’m gonna make it to nowhere

My worst f’n nightmare

Don’t ask me how or why

But I’m gonna make it with all my assets tonight….

Yeah I’m gonna make it alright….


Blame!

Blame!

Doin’ it for the blame!

Cuz’ we wanna live the life of the insane and

don’t blame us

Blame

Doin’ it for the

insane Cuz we gotta drink the best wine and endless

keg of fortune

Comfortable Flickin’ (Pink Floyd Cover)

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Hello,

is there any whore out there

just nod at me if you can see me

is there any boyfriend at home

Come on now

I hear you’re feeling disposable

I can ease your guilt

And get you on your knees

Relax

I’ll need some verification first

from your gynecologist

Can you send me the results?

Hello,

Is there not a whore out there

Just nod at me if you can find me

Is there no dick you aren’t receiving

A distant whore upon the horizon

You are only cumming through the fakeness

Your lips move but they say nothing

When I was a child I thought girls were great

MY hands felt like they were waiting

Now I wish they had fallen off

I can’t explain, your IQ is off

This is not a dickhead response

I have become comfortable with masturbation

O.K.
Just alittle dick prick

There’ll be no more fake aaaahhhh!

But can you feel a little poke

Can you Take it?

I do believe it’s motion that’s good

That’ll keep you comin back for more

Come on it’s time to settle down…

There is no dick you aren’t receiving

A distant whore upon the whorizon

You are only cumming throuh fake moans

Your lips moves but they speak nothing

When I was a child

I thought women were awesome

I caught a fleeting gimpse of what was wrong

Out of the perficial of my eye

I turned to look but she was gone to another guy

I cannot put my finger on why

The child is grown

The whore is gone

And I have become

Comfortable with Flickin’.

The Privileged

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Walking down the streets

running into the fakers

The teenage news anchors

Who have to spread their drama

Like it’s news at five

Like the world suddenly

Just fell into a sink hole

When really their mommy and daddy

Just cut their mother fn payroll…

Yet their so fd up they still don’t feel like the banks full

 

They are the privileged

They are born into it

Die into it…

Fly into it…

Lie when they start shit…

Walk around and don’t hide it…

That their fn privileged.

 

Walking down the streets

Hoping I do not meet

Another look like class

But act like the trash

Beneath your feet…

Who have to spread their voice

Across the world

Like they have something they have to say

But really it makes me wanna lay

Down…

Take a nap

Drown…

In my own bottle of dreams

Since I would rather not have my reality

Based up my privileges

A fallacy.

 

They are the privileged

They are born into it

Die into it

whine when they go through shit….

Lie when they can’t handle it…

Walk around and don’t admit..

They are no better for being privileged. 

Decoding the High End Demand

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Everyone’s a musician

Everyone is a string and hand

Everyone’s a photographer

Everyone is in command

with the high end demand

eyes shut motionless as the words

shun away from the band

no instrument could tune into

what I hear inside my head

Feet stomping over the clefs

playing over the frets

forcing a symbolic death to the history

we all forgot a long time ago

thinking reinvention is the mind’s goal

detaching from the book bindings of those before

who decoded the sounds

created the art we can only hope to ignore

in this world where…

Everyone’s a musician

Everyone is a string and hand

Everyone’s their photographer

Everyone thinks their in command.