Blur

Her eyes where strawberries half eaten

by ant hills and parachuted pills

popping passenger paperhanger small talks

clocked in silver tongue look away confessions

and she bit the skins of many bottom lips

just in case it wasn't a mistake of imaginations,

loving herself in lone reflected lust

locked inside mistrusted paranoid rust

rotting under thousands of mind fucks

floating in blue lights captured by slight glances,

caught between the valleys and troughs of nothing's cost.

"Ctrl, Alt, Delete" they cry,

"Rise and rise or everyone will die!"

Fought on the campaigns of fear'd hive slaves

Stitching their fallen morals on foreheads.

She sees repeated seas sunk under tree trunks

stuck in grimy lost-thought stillness,

vanished by impaired drones

dragging their fist in everyone's brain.

Will her claims remain ignored

by Do-Not-Disturb door signs

or hushed by market masters

after truth speakers leaking troubled instincts?

Alive in Make Believe Town

The ward plays sad songs
And you lay in your prismatic mind,
Unfolding the paper planes
Swimming in your conscious ocean;
So in tuned to find room
For bottled poems like potions
To cure your mad eye.
There's a man freezing
Outside the bars
In a blistered sun
And you sung about him
Long ago, after the snow
Had dried in the afternoon,
Too soon to miss the show.
Lassoed, lonely with no where to go,
Feeling low like no tomorrow.
Forever is always tongue-in-cheek
Where speaking easy comes naturally.
We get so tied down
To get around 'Make Believe' town,
Spinning reality on a table top,
Too fast to stop
Listening to sleeping dreams
And empty silent telephone rings.
We must be going wild
Since the night takes a while
To fall for tasteless jokes,
Hooked on noses of common folk.
You never know when I'll make room
For a bothered tune
About a mad girl
Like the one in every world
That curls her fingers in her hand
After listening to a bad band
And a raunchy news story
On the black one-eyed screen.
We become these pre-criminals
Waiting to be searched
Like up-skirted brothel babes
Bending over for another round of feel-ups.
Is this the only touch that gets nauseous?
No one should live with a feeling like this.

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Rapture Blues (Goodbye Dumb World)

This is the last morning I'll ever see
And the last evening waiting for me.
No one knows when it will end,
But everyone is pretty positive.
That the hologram will twist a joke
And I'll toke in the name of God
--God, have they taken this too far?
Oh, forget it, I know the answer to this.
I wonder where their consciousness will float.
Will it sail on an endless boat,
Tied to numerical rights and false hope
Recorded in a historical cope?
You can't run the show
With a billion billboard frights,
Lighting the emptiness in small pocketed mights
To fall for your rounds: let it go.
We all hunger for something real
But do we have to distract for a meal?
I won't be apart of the cruel games
Because everything still remains the same.

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Tomahawks in Libya

America thinks it can resolve
The situations that don't concern us
I don't see how it's any part of me
I'm not falling for your blood lust

What is peace when no one's free
When your fingers on the trigger of a war machine
How many will die for us to feel safe
Yeah I do have a problem your crooked face

Standing in the line of fire
Barbaric acts of selfishness
You don't care about the people
You only want to seek "righteousness"

I can't believe they award scum like you
Who are you trying fool
There's nothing you can do
To excuse your terrorist mood

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Revolt

"If I'd written all the truth I knew for the past ten years, about 600 people - including me - would be rotting in prison cells from Rio to Seattle today. Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism." --Hunter S. Thompson

The beginning of educational deception
Holds an important key
For those of the robot age
Where information is programmed
By images and "facts"
So that we can push a button
And make a few quarters
For a processed meal
Full of drugs
Full of poisons
But we don't care
Since we have become dominated
By technology
Tearing subliminal messages in our brains

We have forgotten to dream
To feel [real]
Love & happiness
Growth no longer becomes an option
Only avail to those who seek
Who protest the everyday
Fear mongrel that taps
In our radar
Waiting to attack our security
With lies to keep us inside
Away from nature
In it's vicious law
And all thought is lost
Because they listen

The real composers are snuffed out
From the market
Since no one cares
For a writer's reality
No one looks into words
Unless it's fantasy
In a Disney form
With gold on a string
To dangle right in our view
In hopes that
Some day
One day
They could hold
The false satisfaction

I hope to free myself
And the world
From the chains
That bounds our brains
To the objective
Of the elitist
Since the truth
Is more powerful
Then any curtain
That hides the bones
And when it all comes down
There will be those
Who won't fall with the rest
--The people of the revolution will last

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