Spitting, free rhyming/ I'm fucking timing attacks/ guess who's timing just the right time to come back? I'm drunk as hell riding up inside the rhythm what's up/ Just one more reason for the kid to get fucked up.
I got the girl who's straight fine/ I do the grind into her horizontal blind/ like the roots said, "I push my seed in her bush for life." It ain't no rock and roll though/ don't get it twisted/ so evil and vicious I use Patron on my mistress/ and I'll be holding the still-born like a ham at Christmas. Been to hell and I didn't take a step off earth/ I took the Ferry to Brooklyn to see young bloods battle for turf/ I'm the watcher recording evil so I'm ready to give it/ you can't believe the shit I've seen you just got to sit back and live it/ and hope there's a benevolent god and that his shit is forgiving.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Commitment to Destruction
You
Sheep of the world
not following a Sheppard
but wandering
alone.
Why do your feelings lie
in disconnection?
True apathy is a skill
it takes commitment
ironically...
Sheep of the world
not following a Sheppard
but wandering
alone.
Why do your feelings lie
in disconnection?
True apathy is a skill
it takes commitment
ironically...
Bedroom Eyes
Girl you've got those bedroom eyes
that speak in mystery and I-
wish I were with you that I might see
those bedroom eyes staring right through me.
Those curious eyes that want something
and I wish I knew just what to bring
because for you I'd take on god
but bedroom eyes are tired so I nod-
off to sleep to see you in forever
maybe some day I'll have them or maybe never.
that speak in mystery and I-
wish I were with you that I might see
those bedroom eyes staring right through me.
Those curious eyes that want something
and I wish I knew just what to bring
because for you I'd take on god
but bedroom eyes are tired so I nod-
off to sleep to see you in forever
maybe some day I'll have them or maybe never.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
A silent prayer
So here I am at the edge of the sand
staring off into the ocean of blue
hoping some day I'll come home to you.
I've crossed oceans and searched the world
for a bed to lay my head on
and waking and sleeping, waking and sleeping
praying your with me at dawn.
staring off into the ocean of blue
hoping some day I'll come home to you.
I've crossed oceans and searched the world
for a bed to lay my head on
and waking and sleeping, waking and sleeping
praying your with me at dawn.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Stream of conciousness
I feel this hot disaster
These reckless thoughts within
my mind
Teaming with swollen bastards
I feel the truth is harder
to find
Death eats me with a spoon
and circles circle around
the moon
I finish my cup of tea and
spin and spin in drunk reality
I swoon from endless nightmares
it seems my mind is gone.
Peace is this chaos brewing
forever laughing at what's wrong
In truth I'm filled with goodness
and once in a while I let this out
the chaos in my mind
from bottling
bottling
chaotic time!
Sing songs of lost renewal
and find the devil of your own
one day you'll wake to darkness
realizing you die before his throne.
Contempt we hold for eachother
each one of us dies
ALONE!
These reckless thoughts within
my mind
Teaming with swollen bastards
I feel the truth is harder
to find
Death eats me with a spoon
and circles circle around
the moon
I finish my cup of tea and
spin and spin in drunk reality
I swoon from endless nightmares
it seems my mind is gone.
Peace is this chaos brewing
forever laughing at what's wrong
In truth I'm filled with goodness
and once in a while I let this out
the chaos in my mind
from bottling
bottling
chaotic time!
Sing songs of lost renewal
and find the devil of your own
one day you'll wake to darkness
realizing you die before his throne.
Contempt we hold for eachother
each one of us dies
ALONE!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Growing up
A silent cold rushes over my skin
clammy in midsummer-
I feel the tears and all the pain
but wreak to hell of the distant dead.
Where am i now but stranded and alone-
doubted by my heart and viciously re-born by my kin.
I know little about the road ahead
and visions and fear over take my eyes-
so much so i feel farsighted and dead-
like a corpse looking up from its unholy bed.
I know what i want and cannot achieve it
so alone i am because i sever my ties.
Either I'll grow stronger and learn to live on pittens
or i'll be happy i made the attempt
and unobtrusively die.
clammy in midsummer-
I feel the tears and all the pain
but wreak to hell of the distant dead.
Where am i now but stranded and alone-
doubted by my heart and viciously re-born by my kin.
I know little about the road ahead
and visions and fear over take my eyes-
so much so i feel farsighted and dead-
like a corpse looking up from its unholy bed.
I know what i want and cannot achieve it
so alone i am because i sever my ties.
Either I'll grow stronger and learn to live on pittens
or i'll be happy i made the attempt
and unobtrusively die.
night thoughts
Like a fire in the rain
doused and doused
but burning all the same.
crawling up the path, though slow,
waiting for your courage to go
waiting for your apathy, your tomb,
for your dreams to pass you as you burn in your room.
I see it vividly like a great white specter
consuming not only bodies but souls like Hannibal Lechter.
Oh god if it's a dream wake up!
I see them come for me made of dark stuff.
And stuff is all it is as it drips
the stench of 3,000 year old evil
brought on by insanity from an unstretchable itch.
Dear God, these visions are too much to bear
my soul stands alone and there's nowhere to hide
this delicate balance of a calming second soul
is gone with the wreck-loose, long lost memory of old
and though I tell myself not to think on undeserving hos
I scream and scream at night because I am alone.
doused and doused
but burning all the same.
crawling up the path, though slow,
waiting for your courage to go
waiting for your apathy, your tomb,
for your dreams to pass you as you burn in your room.
I see it vividly like a great white specter
consuming not only bodies but souls like Hannibal Lechter.
Oh god if it's a dream wake up!
I see them come for me made of dark stuff.
And stuff is all it is as it drips
the stench of 3,000 year old evil
brought on by insanity from an unstretchable itch.
Dear God, these visions are too much to bear
my soul stands alone and there's nowhere to hide
this delicate balance of a calming second soul
is gone with the wreck-loose, long lost memory of old
and though I tell myself not to think on undeserving hos
I scream and scream at night because I am alone.
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