Bright Night Lightning
Lost Friendship
The Step Side Dream
Sound Soul
Something
Self Pity
Us Journeymen
The Buzzard's Fly
Intricate Fuzz
The Jerk
Rhymed Verse Thought Process
Hahaha
Earthtone Lover
Natured Me
If I Were
Brief Aftermath
Signaled Distress
Trance-Like Grave
Upside Down Wagons
A Day Outdoors
Too Bad, So Sad
Foolish Wings
The flicker of a candle,
a whisper and it's out.
I scream and shout,
Where are the matches?
My dream and hope...
Who am I?
The step quickens and runs away,
Don't tell me all this was a joke.
The break of dawn,
a new day's light,
the beginning or the end?
I see the death of night.
Who am I,
this unworldly sheath,
to tak it upon me
this carnivorous beast?
I lie down here,
idly still.
I prepare to lash out,
to make my kill.
I release my wrath,
I try, I try.
I fall down,
I die, I die.
The insane are the only sane.
Shut off from the world.
Trapped inside,
only their voices heard.
The insane are the only sane.
They know not what they do.
Speak to me,
I know you.
Over the years,
days gone by,
I see myself,
my burning eyes.
I'm looking for something,
I just can't find.
I'm looking for something,
I lose my mind.
I search myself,
nothing to find.
I hate myself,
what a crime.
Walking down
this lonely road,
I'm by myself,
I'm all alone.
I hate you.
You know what you have to do.
Why don't you?
I spit at you,
the saliva streams my reflection.
Us Journeymen,
see the storm on the horizon.
The time draws near,
we travel more.
We find a mirror.
Here I sit, this desert tree,
you fall down, upon bended knee.
I take flight, scream and shout.
Close your eye, I poke it out.
White noise
diminishes the thoughts
in my head.
Oops, I lost my train of thought...
I'll start again.
The rain so dark, but yet red
sprinkles down, as he cracks his head.
He is a cold man, a cold man he,
he lies there dying, his spirit set free.
What makes a man laugh at a dead corpse?
Once I swam upstream with the gophers
over the hill
shouting down
Where did you get that cookie?
I ate a stapled graham cracker once.
What do I get out of all this?
A shotgun easy for taking,
only on thursday because friday is dead.
The mere thought of your voice gives me heartburn
Chapstick Boy.
Superficial skinboy,
superimposed,
I blow you out my nose.
You are the devil.
I toss you to the side.
Weak, jealous rage,
I lock you in a cage.
My mind, never to leave.
Where are you my love?
Your sweet nector has turned to dust.
A whispered disease,
beneath the earth's crust.
A legend made dead,
weak words, and a big head.
A thought quickens
and yet becomes a mere glimpse
of reality.
One more loss, a life's stipend.
Shot off like a cloud of dust
broken in my inner ear.
My soul drips as if it were a tear.
Travel yonder down, where I can be alone.
Lacking time and all was dead.
Taken to me
like a long, lost friend.
Pondered thoughts in my head.
Pop and then two,
another and four.
I breath the putrid smoke,
pop, I am no more.
Only the worms care,
they find me first.
They don't really care,
they just find me there.
I felt the ambition to complete certain tasks,
my strength was lost,
she is and was all I ever had,
I will and always love her the most.
It's just too bad she doesn't love me;
or the distance?
Now my life, my pride, my hope
is lost in a trance.
Gone forever.
Weighing life out
like a knuckle sandwich in the face;
drip, drip, dries the blood.
What is love all about?
I thought I knew,
she must've lied
now my heart has died.
fainting, below the purple sun.
Death to him,
in his pleasured state;
brought upon him
through his centered hate.
For me,
a stranger be known;
fading
like a dying rose.
Associated with a dying hand,
perhaps nothing.
Thoughts becoming,
a wilderness in this land.
A journey half traveled,
further becomes waste;
a quitter's haste.
Upside Down Wagons.
A waivered hand
in the bitter dust.
A flavored dream
beneath the earth's crust.
Blown from the sky.
A terraced clown
thrown right down.
A doll with three eyes.
Smack down
right through the middle.
Sleeping scars,
a poor man's fiddle.
Someone, no one, a body.
A tooth decays.
Flowing,
to feel a bit naughty.
A sponge full of memories
slammed, dripping, drying
to hear an angel crying.
A fatal enemy of death.
Mezmorized by your beautification
by the still, white bone
beneath my hand.
A little gratification.
Reap the benifits
of a self-imposed scar.
Immortalized too far
in one's mind.
