Live Life 01/16/04
Life, they say, is an endless struggle
an eternity of striving for some distant dream
that we can so easily imagine, but never achieve.
One man alone could go write through a ream
of paper and more to express the feelings within,
those silent fears and terrors that plague the mind.
However, at the end of his life, when all those words come
back to him, did the final solution, he find?

Is life worth the living when bent so far over this quest?
Could you be happy with yourself when your soul comes to rest?
I think, no, I'm certain, that the meaning of life
is not mean to be spent in such stress-causing strife.

Afternoon Spell 04/22/04
Another day has come and has yet to go,
so I'll be stuck in here and be forced to flow
with the rest. It's days like these
that make me want to surrender, take my keys,
and drive to somewhere far away from what I know.

My scraggly beard itches, and so does my nose.
These damned allergies affect me from my eyes to my toes,
and all the medication in the world won't do
if they only work after an hour or two.
The monotony of these daily things bores me like no one knows.

The clock ticks an incessent pattern, reminding me always
of the time my work starts and ends, the time that pays
me better than nothing. Boredom is the boss here
for good or for ill, and I'll never have to fear
of being fired for slacking, It'll never happen anyways.

Another day has come and has yet to go,
so I'll be stuck in here and be forced to flow
with the rest. If it weren't for the money,
my medications that taste faintly like honey,
I'd drive to somewhere far, far away from what I know.

Frazzle 04/23/04
Each day is filled with my hair.
I can't escape from it anywhere.
Stuck on my scalp, falling off here or there,
it's tangled, messy, and looks just plain unfair.
Found on my desk, a table or my chair,
it's shedding from me in an attempt to bare
my pasty head to cancer and sunglare.
My brown locks are being ruined, and I want to tear
them out.

Grinding 04/25/04
Grind against the grain every single fecking day
'til your tired, ragged mind can see the proper way.
To go along the flow is something close to sin,
you'll never break the mold if you just try to fit in.
Society says to follow the trail set by those before,
but without new innovations, the world will simply tour
the same road of stagnant ideals and dreams.
Rip them apart, across every crooked seam.

Struggle and strive to make yourself a mark
until your name is whispered through every single park
and street, in every foreign land, be it hot or cold,
and on the tongues of all people, the young and old.

Senseless Walls 06/22/04
These walls, I swear, keep closing in,
and surround me with an echoing din.
Below the ground, the wood stained floor,
lurks a man stuck in an endless bore
of repetative motions, and idle notions.

A glorious life existed back then,
of friends and drinks and knowing when
to sleep and eat. Apart from the norm
of course, it was, like a college dorm
that's kept too clean. Something unseen.

Now it's become a one door jail
without a lock and with no mail
to open, or phone calls to receive,
or doors to answer or plans to conceive.
It's life unmotivated. Existence to be hated.

Cathod Ray Tube 07/21/04
Monopolize my time and life,
you innocent cube of plastic glass.
Perhaps you'll soon become my wife
and live with me in a sea of grass.

Twenty seven, your waist and bust
of twenty four, a slender shape.
Not prone to cracking or to rust
or wishing for some gray duct tape.

Your big black eyes reach to my heart
and wrench it tight, a powerful grip
upon my life to serve your part
to lead me on my life long trip.

What'd life be like in absence of you,
the single source of games and fun?
A sordid world to drown in blue...
Upon a tone of somber hue...