LOVE
What happened to love?
To destruction at first sight?
What happened to lust?
To the freaks in
the night?
Not just a party,
A r a g e r, a
destroyer,
An earthquake
from each touch
of our souls,
A heart pumping
and connecting,
W h o k n o w ’s
what it means to
be in control?
Overthrow, the broken pieces won’t
restore.
Humpty Dumpty fell again and again.
The devil had the drunken holograph
stuck in some kind of spin.
Moon reflection, alien
d i s s e c t i o n ,
Franciscan deception
for the lying fool.
Sin for the confused
and meager looks for
the spies.
Drunk again in the
blur of life as the
wounded women cry.
ANGRY
Love money more than me?
To hell with family?
At least I’m just another statistic now.
In the American dream we drown.
A frenzy of hate, sadistic rage,
pleasant surprises await.
Smashing between the tectonic plates.
What a waste.
And always feeling great.
You left such an awful taste.
Now we’re all stuck in this nasty place.
Love or lust or psycho dynamic,
Somewhere between blind rage and
I’m calm in the panic,
Balancing act of my drastic, fantastic, depression.
What’s the lesson?
egotistical plastic.
Love is something my mind aint
crackin.
It’s real pure emotion, gut feeling more than just mind.
You’re the one in the seven billion that
I find. My Go, I’m lucky, I climb into
bed to feel our comfort,
But so blind and dumb to not know
that it would be so short.
DRUNK
Relentless monkeys in the back of my
mind,
Trusting me with their lies,
I just want an answer,
A truth of some sort.
But all of my searches,
Well, they keep falling short.
So I look for inspiration in the books.
They’ll tell me where to look.
Carl Jung says it’s synchronicity,
But academics say I’m just fishing.
Hook, line, and sinker.
I’ve fallen for the bait.
More deception and disinfo.
But wait!
The answer is here,
I found it within.
It was always there,
But still they won’t listen.
So, to hell with it.
I’ve gone fishing.
DRASTIC
It’s time to take those measures now.
We can win somehow.
In the end we’re more than just slaves
to them.
We’re their backbone,
Don’t trust or tell the truth.
Their function,
That’s ammunition for em. Might as Their vital statistic.
well just yank your own tooth.
They can’t be that sadistic.
It’s just as painful.
But leaving me this way helps no one Or are they? I think they are.
but yourself.
Let’s mobilize, make
G r e e d y ,
movement.
narcissistic,
Action of some sort is
psycho, cold
the best plan.
h e a r t e d ,
Don’t wait around to
woman
I
get snatched in the
thought I
government rapist van.
loved.
Or get splattered by
that
corporate
Now I’m just
Yuzhmash fan.
angry.
It’s time to take a stand.
Thanks.
Thanks for the
Measures are drastic.
buzz.
We can’t sit and do nothing.
Far less painful than love.
Or can you? Will you?
Come on. Get up and do something!
Or, do whatever you choose to.
Spinning through life,
Highways and waves crashing in
nuclear tides,
I’m fine.
Drinking and typing again.
Strontium beneath my skin.
In my bones,
Searching for something,
King not on his throne,
I’m not really quite sure.
Rebellion in mind.
I’m on the tail of something hot,
But it’s still not the cure.
FISHING
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