from these holes are born
wiry forms darken the horizon
walking up to us without discrimination of drug
pulling us from our predefined states of mind
the slipping grip of understanding this reality
intruding upon the dreams of every life
coagulating flames, burning screams
the machine rides upon our backs
the twiddling ticktock of the doomsday clock
clicking in above us
in ponderous perpetual motions
the society digs into our skins, our moral behaviors
the degenerate sins of man to meet our fate
the howling vomit stares of those horrid foes
dissuaded and dissatisfied with the corrupt aide of the ego in my culpable hands, attempting to harness my peculiar reasoning for a lifestyle set in contradiction, and take on the ownership of self through the lens of rational dichotomy in autonomy… crafting a question somewhere centered inside all real personal belief to be asking while staying true to the absolute identity…
WARNING!!! – Please be advised that before you read this story, you must prepare yourself to uphold the Australian characterization by such luminaries as Paul Hogan (Crocodile Dundee), Steve Irwin (RIP), and so on with thick rugged Australian accent begin to find a voice for…
a stream of consciousness tale of drugs and the mind-bending situations that go along with their indifferent motions.
~Verse One~
“We’re all living the American life(style)
“We’re all just gutter (rats)
“We are rotting in de(nile)
“We are all whores
and (that) – (is) – (that)
“But – the – end isn’t all there has – to be……..
“All – I – ask is that you fol-low me…….
“Like – the – rats – we – are”
“So maimed, so scarred”
~Chorus~
“Life mapped out like – a – maze
“Life in hectic cryp – tic – haze
“I’m left to die in – a – daze
“Floating down those gut – ter – waves
“Like – rats – we – drown!”
~Verse two~
“As one we feed
“As one we seethe
“But beyond this mob
“We are all one
“Even when we disappear
“More will soon reappear\
“More to act and seem sin(cere)
“But in my quest
no one will (shed) – (a) – (tear)
(no – one – will – shed – a – tear…)
“Might – as – well set – …
this dark day refuses to die.
the fraternal order of the Meat was not happy, and faces underneath those imposing hoods were drawn and grimacing. scowled to fit into their cowls that day. they began walking out of the debating chambers one by one, talking amongst each other in hushed tones, and all underscored by their misanthropic demeanour. the hall was very large and very empty. the only other people in attendance on this matter, that is my brother Gerault and I, which is to say those soldiers in the role of holy-appointed guardians. the lords over lands unkempt have been troubling the order for obvious reasons. disputes have been accumulating for months now. I, the smarter of the two, was listening quite closely to the references made by tongues almost indecipherable, but I am the smarter of the …
I concern myself with the ferocious aspects of being human, and it drains the life out of everything I touch. My attentions are not for the meek and mild. There are few things which drive me nuts into outright homicide. Pet peeves galore, but no real hatred there. The clock ticks down the minutes toward the end of all this while I sit and watch people from afar, the park is great for the people watch, where I come alive. I wonder what lives they live to themselves. I approach only a slight few fill up my coffers. Their wealth and their fame mine to create.
As the smoke fills my lungs, I choke and cough, there is no solace for the impotent street musician. The spiders crawl across my scalp, spiders of memory, and then I find myself inside …
