belated.

rat race.
keep your fucking mind on the mantle.
breaking news update: “life is a gamble.”
singing “let it be oh let it be.”
defecate on the tablets and effigies of
reagan, king, bush, stephanopoulos, and o’reily
let the dollars stack while the carcasses are piling.
spread the human virus
yearn to unlearn
stay mindless, praise violence.
let the world turn.
feed the talking heads.
tune in, numb out.
tie your shoes and keep your eyes glued to the tube
live and die by the news.
mass appeal is the trap.

dextroamphetamines
lab rats defecating
methadone tablets
lethargy
mortified men fuck the industry
swarming with the locust
severed ties
raw ignorance
cash wars raise the body count
maggots prey
i’m nodding out

just found these in my old flash drive from last year.

lyrics for a band that never started. rock on.

one.
inscription: “distill, unrest”
defecate humane relations.

two.
concocted faces fucked

frozen pathogens
talking heads and call girls
reinvent passion
reinvent clashing skin
reinvent clashing sin

rename their brains rust (or black lungs)
clouds of tears. forged.
rename their black lungs
clouds of rust. forged tears.

three.
acclamations demonstrated.
social ties
apprehensive, “oh humanity”

every sunset i watch
is arranged in discrimination
and plausible foundation
accent on the dull moon light
acid rain wheeps the still night skies.
let that dead sun rise.

four.
the red sea drapes and drowns our lungs
water poachers, skulls fucked.
colonized apes choke on rust.
tyranny spreads and christ is born.

in this world of ours,
they’ll take back all they’ve took.
hands holding blood,
hands holding lies,
hands taking lives
and hands that have wrote the books.
nothing left but empty opportunities
from a world fighting for world peace.
corruption rupturing in my defeat,
because this world still holds a piece of me.

too late for words,
the destruction must begin
no hate. No more
words from this machine.

this is life at war,
this is all we’ve got.
this is where the war will end,
and this is where a new one will begin.
so thank this world for our fucking opportunities
thrown into the machine.

too late for words,
the destruction must begin
no hate. No more
words from this machine.

this is life at war,
this is where we have:
“courage confused with picking up arms
and cowardice confused with laying them down.” – mitch albom.

there’s only so much we can wash our hands clean of.

i am trapped beneath the heathen skies disguised by disgust
congested thoughts conveying the clouds over this nation of earth worms.

aging in a day of rotted truth
empty eyes are drowning in lost youth.
talking heads left without names
vacant skies begin to fade

dead beats will win.

tyranny shepherds a new breed of sheep
the falling of standards rest under my feet.
swallow your spit and sleep clenching your fist
fucking the world and choking on piss
faith is found drowning in debt
pushing dull thoughts out of my head.

Hampstead, NH in front of Brittany’s house.

july 2009.

days spent the happiest.

may 2010

our hands, our heads, the floor.
“i’m tired and lost. it’s getting hard to see.”
mankind has been fucked by basic empty beliefs.
“and i can’t breathe.”

 “i’m fucked. i’m dead. i don’t know what to be.
hopeless; cold hands. drowning in me. can’t see.”

love made of rot.
cold hands aren’t enough.
burnt out and gone.
brains wasted and numb.

“it’s hard to feel when you don’t know what to feel.
it’s hard to heal when you don’t know how to heal.”
“live free and die so i’ll forget my fucking face.”
freedom is ringing and fading away.

wasted years dwell in hallowed out eyes
like the vacancy signs of the clouds raining wine.
the rust in our lungs spread into our throats
we’re choking on air but we can learn to cope.

“live free and die.” in our love made of rot.
cold hands gone and numb. “these years aren’t enough.”
cope with the lies; the clouds are raining rust.
our brains Fade away. mankind is fucked.

slam poem. written may 25th 2010

corporate composure
disclosure of the press
reimbursed of this Earth
platonic undefined birth
lost friends to stages and trends
this “God” is a tyrant
rusted gates lead to a dead end
description of prohibition
hangs from inscriptions
of coalitions of distances and metaphors unknown

fuck.

best wishes to those falling back
disappear. half to death.
close your eyes, hold your breath
let the matter flow rapidly and dissemble itself
put your beliefs back on the shelf
self loathing on impact
elastic state of mind, skull drilled artifact
heart racing, pacing, laced with narcotics
prescribed by robotics and dead men
treading upon their seas of regret
choking on high altitudes of tax returns and debt
automatically assumed to resume
to a resume dead and disclosed
sleeping on the floor of the back of your hand
best friendships torn apart, dry up in the sand

fuck.

alcoholic preaching same lies every weekend
worship in a war zone and hear nothing
but battle cries intertwined and in line with designation to death
resignation from a nation of unrealistic patience and creed
our relations to love are undyingly faceless
tasteless as hate towards another sect of life
castrating compassion claiming rationalization
fascism’s fashion is another co-existing plague
imperfection. State fucked by faith.
too condescending to open your mind
fact of fiction, socialistic ties
sociopath by word of law
defending the truth from those born into “gold”
false pretenses dwell in each sentence
pending a motive, react to natural sin.
those who can see share eyes made of spite
this world is deprived and loaded with
hallucinations of an equality driven nation
cancerous equations,
drug trade multi-complex stations,
mass hate multiplications,
sanity discrimination,
division of unrealistic situations,
evolution malfunction demonstrations,
reproduction through masturbation,
trend set identification,
defecation of human relations,
unmanageable documentation,
war zone over blown population,
superiority misinterpretation.
disease, drugs, hate, god, love, trends, war, sex.

fuck.