Becoming Human

I can see the fields of flesh burning
Their young ones awaken to ancient cries-
and they, entombed, in their personal cages yearning
to take every one of their captor's lives.

I'm going my dear and you can't come.
If you don't know where, it's just as well-
Life has beaten me so I run-
though festering behind me is hell.

My mind is lazy, beaten and malevolent
Hell has got me on the run-
Too far from grace has this soul fallen
and I, like them, hate everyone.

Inward Insurection

What happens when you don't have
these good looks anymore?
What happens when you have to think
about others a little more?

You chore, you bore,
you beautiful stallion whore.
you think you know the world
but you haven't the faintest idea the score.

You don't even know the first note
yet you think you're smarter than before
you should go to therapy
because you're not the same as all of us.

Passing Through Misconception

The lightening comes amidst the rain
thoughts for tomorrow but today is pain
and as the last thought comes,
apathy ignites when all's the same.

Blind is the emergence into reality
once your comfortable, you still can't see
emblazon yourself into the higher mentality
or suffer the monotonousness of absolute apathy.

And some day you'll realize your anonymity
some day you'll wake up and see it's all a fallacy.

A brief thought

I reach out to my minstrels, reach out to the chorus/ I've rode so many lies and seen so many die before us/ but I believe in the ideal/ try to seek out what is real/ understand a master plan/ and I see no benevolent band/ even with the fear I see in so many eyes/ I've never truly awoken from the pains that mesmerize/ and feed us to the devil at the end of our lives/ because we're too short sighted and afraid to die. I don't really know a thing I'm just trying to survive/ I want to find a reason for me to stay alive.

Wet November.

Today I watched the rain
what a dance and a tryst and mist-
rising from the ground to cloud my brain
lost in the rain.

Topped with torment of a love lost life
I can struggle, I can wiggle
in this rain this strife.
Live in the light or die by the knife.

Hidden below the surface of my virulent brain-
I hate the rain.

From the heart

I held you, I hugged you-
You cried in my arms.
I told you I'd love you
and protect you from harm.

for all the world to hear
I'll say it right here
You're the most beautiful girl
I've seen in 24 years.

I mean all I say and if you'll have me
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always
as long as I'm living,
My beautiful girl, you'll be.

Tomorrow Comes Today

I sit, depressed, in the darkened room
Swoon
Depression's daft drama changes the pace
I race
towards my bed where I can finally lay my head
I said,
"goodnight world, goodnight peace,
my dreams are coming soon like turmoil in the Mid-East."

I will wake to tomorrow's tomorrow
and on that day I'll end my sorrow
it's coming soon so depressed in this darkened room
I still swoon.

Waking to the new days dawn
the day that will seem like tomorrow,
I hold onto a vision, the only one-
Good morning world, what a beautiful sun.