Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Underpass




How can God imagine 
if he created it all? 
that is the underlined question 
the underlying fear of 
most daily nightmares 
when you're hanging on 
to your last dollar bill
you ask for some change 
and get nothing but 
an ear full of pity 
you politely give a fuck you 
in return 
hatred for hatred 
unknown for unknown 
I kicked religion in the ass  
I've been my own God 
for some time 
now I can't imagine 
and I created nothing 
not even my own future 
because that's the doing of
someone's past
and will ultimately become 
someone's present 
because of me






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Monday, March 12, 2012

Outcast/Alien/Refugee



I wake up the moon 
With shattering glass 
Mirroring my mind state  
Seven years bad luck 
A devil child now a grown man 
Whose untimely death 
Will begin while 
Burning in hell
That's the story of a human 
Who came into this world 
Just like everybody else 
When the only piece of him 
That was taken without permission
Was his foreskin 
Now blood clots travel 
To the heart of a monster
Metaphorically speaking 
Like raising a stillborn child 
To save on the funeral costs
Because that's what being 
A decent american is all about


Passing off The Brain Dead As One of You


The mockingbird that don't sing is you 
The conformist is you
The loner with a bright future is you 
The problem is you
The suicidal one who's all smiles is you
The life that flashed before 
The pull of a trigger is you 
The narcissist is you
The hero is you 
The spineless snake is you 
The advocate is you
The rebel is you 

The process



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