inspired by a Hunter S. Thompson article. the KIDD lives in his own deranged sense of the real and unreal, between trips to his grandfather’s house to hear stories to mend his dreary days of work-related behavior, but the KIDD finds the time to drift in and out of states of vision. awkward realms of symbols and dream made living flesh, his alarm may ring out, but is he ever truly awake?
Water – pure spiritual influences and feelings of love
Fire – emotional influences and base passions
Air – mental influences and the process of thought
Earth – physical influences and the impact of the unseen on the visible world
What about the Oriental elements you ask?… or the Wu Xing maybe?
Wood begets Fire begets Earth begets Metal begets Water which nourishes Wood. (generating)
Wood parts Earth absorbs Water quenches Fire melts Metal chops Wood. (overcoming)
We, as spirits, reside within the ether or space between all elements.
The five elements lead to a pentagonal cycle which feeds itself over time, or space depending upon viewpoint. Insulting/destroying and creating/overacting seem to be the modus operandi Here.
What is the ether we breathe?… is it the air or something more scatter-shot or drug-tinged?
The words and tones we …
murder most simple, but revenge turns out to be the most horrifying example of justice for the marked man who committed the slaying.
“To sing a song about the fleeting
terror making cravings fate
words are coming from the mouth Part one
speak before liars in wait
so that you all may hear
wielding sweeping, mighty self at every turn
taste of shame and faith and fear
leaving sour gloom to burn
“Strange is not one even word for
what I’ve held on to say
gripped, the laughing cry, as I play Part Two
lose the …
You might think it is safe to be hard like a rock, but your ego betrays a lack of confidence in the self-esteem that is required to move about so freely. You can look into another face, and sense the animal alertness embedded in this flesh. You can read the signs of progress like a scout with a compass, but your initial thrust forward is hampered by an existence fettered by the material needs that substitute necessity. You can see yourself giving, but all you can do is take it as the world dishes it out to meet its tempers of equal pressure. The urge becomes too much for the being to endure, and as the light fades from the eyes, an embittered perspective takes the place of a mind open to any frequency that reaches the senses there. …
my fate is locked in tightly with yours, but the avenues for release from the present state are terribly limited. the understanding defies the reason, and the reasons defy the proper logic out of the chaos. ordered thoughts might seem the perilous undertaking. ‘Nixon Void’ beckons from the dark dead subconscious of archetypes unborn. a string of letters and symbols that conceptualize into empty anti-growth. a nihilist is breathed into life, and yet, wants that breath taken back to wherever it came from. spite and despair bring this “thing” to us, and we all have to face our demons down the barrel of a gun, an image that denotes our futile narrowed vision. we are lead around by the bells, ringing to create unendurable confusion, and we meet the intense things that be. overtaken by the bullets of implied …
~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 – …
Verse One, Line One-
“Working in the shadows, late one night;
A man came upon me that wasn’t quite right,
He walked up to me, and without even knowing;
He struck atop my head, and blood started flowing
I bled into my own eyes, and I was out;
And the last thing I heard was his maniacal chuckling
“The next thing I knew, I woke up renewed;
But my head was spinning, in a noxious stew,
And as my vision cleared, I saw a silhouette;
But I saw him in strange make-up and a hat,
He said, ‘Welcome to the circus, young man;
We have so much entertainment at hand’
“He took me up onto his shoulders,
And took me to the center ring;
I tried to clear my head, but I still couldn’t think
He threw me in without much effort,
I clawed the ground, and yelled for help;
But the show was just starting as …
~Chorus~
“Dancing around the flames
while the world burns asunder
“This is an age
where ruin is the tenth wonder
“Debased crimes are a rage of the times
“And ruin’s curse pulls you under”
~Verse One~
“Chaos is defined by the order it brings
“Pretty ones are best defined against the ug – ly
“And in truth is where the falsest lies lay
“Spread amongst the glitter and decay
“……the machine rings…..”
~Verse Two~
“Thundering chimes of industry roar
“Against the background din of noise
“In which, the sound of music at the core
“Some vicious, grinding voice
“…delirious rhyme eating away time”
~Chorus~
~Verse Three~
“The bustle around is hectic at best
“Moments get slowed as the more take the test
“To get out and escape
“The wish is strong, the will is weak
“To leave this escapade and seek themselves
“Change it all to change their hells
~Verse Four~
“The dirt clots thick like the blood on your lips
“If the city gets a hold, it …
They are there right now. Everywhere in our midst, keeping a patient eye upon the suckling void active in humanity, and this fatal flaw will always reveal itself given time. To betray a withering self that cannot think beyond the material scope of the reality they seem to hold so dear. The possessions that can take a stranglehold upon their keeper. A misty recollection of what the past had been. Now, just subtle memories overlaid the entire scene the eyes can take in at once. Baffled by the ill-tempered, I stride motionless through the questionable realm of thought, and get to know the hollow chest which is my emotional center, my heart. The mind and body can stray away distracted, but the heart guides the soul to its fateful destination. Weeping in sorrow over the torturous existence that sometimes …
