Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Or Acclaims

Where' you get that fifth grade repose
I hope you realize that the sleep has overcome
My fist is against your face but you don't get the punch-line
I wouldn't give in to your demands for all worst numbness

When the sleep has overcome
When the fire is gone
I won't be waiting for your door
I'll miss you with a sigh of relief
We're safely in sights of destroyers

Let our cities burn because in all honesty
I never needed them or there sky scraping heights
The floors are made of news clippings of catastrophes
Bern, Bern, Bern is all we learned

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Progress Is

Things unravel given the time, don't forget progress has to be made
In light of the vanity cries of support that just can't be done.
Your fates sealed with the that of the global state of hypocrisy.
There will always be I before you in a society of free human thought

To hell with your ignorant outbursts
I hope they suit well when it all burns down
Where is your armada of faceless pitchforks
I need your damnation to know my rightful ruling now

Take me on, I need your damnation now
Take me on, I'm the truth considered speaking in tongues
Take me on, I need your damnation now
Take me down if you can with your claws and sharpened hands

Monday, October 26, 2009

Coastline Lighthouse

I walk the line I set before I knew names of outerspace
I worked out every word I'd ever say to you
But my scripts worn and wet from the sweat of my palms
I need to sleep but the ghosts only haunt me
When my eyes close the skeletons dance

I won't sleep until the coast is clear
The ships with marauding looks of bit torrents
All sailors take head of the head winds at sea
I won't sleep until the lighthouse has burned out

I'm walking home tonight under burned out stars
The street lamps are broken out by punk teens
They're throwing rocks at passing cars
I only see humanity in your open eyes

I strike out words in glossaries
I need a thesaurus for my sentence structured noise
If the static over comes then lets us drown in our sleep
The leaves are one with the rocks and your sounds of sleeping silhouettes

Sunday, October 25, 2009

When The Charm Ends, Call It Quits.

I've been awakened in a darkened room
Your voice played out shrill and high
When you've used up all everyones sympathy
You'll be left with nothing more than apathy
Your well deserved desertion is coming rapidly

You call hypocrisy your worst enemy
You, yourself the wolf and the crier be
I've never seen such a show dramatic intimacy
than the one of you and your derived insanity
Its mathematically perfection in the eyes of a landslide

The ship of your imaginary enemies will be filled
With the people you've turned to and turned on
I'm not your ali against your lonely nights
Watch out for broken windows and white walls


Monday, October 19, 2009

Conceptual and actuality

The universe fluctuates without sleep
We become so fluid that the secrets we keep
Aren't even secrets but the truths that lay slaughtered at our feet
If it pools then let it pool even if the dams break
Tomorrow the sun will set and rise then a thousand million more times
When it all goes dark and the sun breaks down into a gapping hole
Let it be known the universe continues on
Time is relative so enjoy the few seconds we each live
Red shift is all you'll see as the universes and galaxies move in sync
Making the measurable infinitive I choose to believe
Everything fluctuates in such a way 
That no one thing is the same and concept is our reality 

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

October November Remember

Your sharp teeth and wit are leaving me
Without breath that I thought I'd never need
If only you could see the stars in my eyes
Your ellipsis's and my late flights would be meaningless

Your stature and poise are like a loaded gun
You had everyone on to their knees 
The north shore is only an abyss 
Without your skipping stones

The silhouettes that you keep you up 
Are the same that scream your name
I am without sleep for days
Wheres the fairness in our immature antics

If I was a poet I'd write to the ocean
I'd tie up every loose end with a simile 
I'd make life a linguistic masterpiece
I'd swoon you with a work of genius 
If only once you'd fall to your knees