The convolutions
Feels like affectionate appellation
a wonderful demise
Cadence with fond Familarity
Warning to Readers:
You are about to reach into the depths of a soul watch your head and hold fast to your heart why who knows what macrabe things wait in shadows...
Several Dates with chilhood memories,
The neo-classical socialization
and formulaic condolensces
camoflage that refuses to fade
I didn't know much about villians
a substantive soul
deeper than the horror
violence of virtuosics
mist and darkness
where punkish attitudes
fix solidarity
I thought I was Drugless
We were just poster children
for idiosycrasies
The weight of the beast within
being controlled by these lies
passion under my rage
the rules to a suicide
lynching mystical visions
rehashing the choas
Death becomes a rainy day
without you
No yatchs or mansions in our universe
Wasting time with old bonds of misery
I can't believe I gave my Sympathy
Just smile and say "I didn't"
Fuel to the fire
delight in the wanting
the situation said so much
we fought for a smile
here is Hollywood
prepare to criticize along the way
in public it was a hot end
to a guilty film
-STOP!-
slow down, wind up
the anguish, the pain
my dead future
to whisper "it's fine"
tie me down
the world is So big
and I am just one lonely girl
love binds me
'
sedates my soul
dreams are for children anyway
...to Forget myself
could the swirls of colors
make me someone else
This town is a prison
of factories and welfare
a sea of fetters that
eat away our souls
drugs & sex keep us sedate
hibernate away the winter
sleepy bear
I see 14 year old mother
Children with bruised bodies and broken egos
Trailer Trash & Yuppies & Grease Monkies
40 years olds still searching for who they are
repressed and lonely
Victims of the low budget public school system
"Stay in line & think as we"
kids at parties with shining eyes
trying to escape thier minds
little girls with slutty shirts
trying to find their worth
beneath thier skirts
I see a wasteland in this town
a graveyard for the blue collar souls
where stupidity is American
and conformity homegrown
I've been there searching
and still am behind this bottle
and stream of smoke
trying to silence the demons
that are cultured in this town
by the lack of hope
my home...