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Shadowed Life upon an Eclipsed World (with video!)I recycled ideas,
Robbing the past for what it is.
I stole from humanity,
Shame lined my face in disparity.
Nothing could again become new,
Spontaneity tore at my soul's flesh.
Nothing has ever been seen before,
A hollow was where I called home, one I abhor.
You see that this is simply how it had to be,
Something must be done in that void to become free.
You must understand it was an oblivion banished,
Bones becoming exposed to the frigid blanket born in anguish.
It all crumbled beneath the archaic cold and the heartless stone,
There is not a future and not a single meaning in this incessant black hole.
It alone decided our fate, our moralities: pushing, pulling, persuading,
Relinquish yourself, it said, to my newly forged path, or else I'll make sure you fall away, fading.
Allured by ImpulseDriving parallel to street A
Avoidable discourse being one-way
To the park you say
I want to see the ducks swim
Alas we arrive aside water's rim
Eyes drawn toward the ground by a whim
Whispering, look at the busted balloons' brim
How many parties have been held here, do you think?
I see red blue green yellow purple and pink
The last glow of a bright rainbow's wink
Looking away, I wonder who all has been here
Thinking of nameless memories fallen upon grill's sear
All the childrens' birthday joys and reunions fueled by beer
Let's enjoy ourselves, you mutter, let's make a memory
Oh please let's; fly me away to your world illusory
The intent you exhibit being my wonderful and precious advisory
King's TestamentPeople disdain me for my action
Preferring instead that it had less punctuation
I treated it with a twinge of bravery
Yet that's not what counts with results unsavory
My activities incurred my own death
A lie to say that it wasn't my bed nor my last breath
All I wanted was to embrace my last test
Yet others seem to think my decision was pressed
The public opinion is that I chose my fate
Desiring to die under my own faculty and debate
They knew I didn't deserve a requiem
Yet the mislead pushed what I did as carpe diem
Drawing fame was where my ends were to meet
Extinguished hope yearning to be saved from ground's retreat
A Gang of Factual GoldfishReality is dissonance incarnate
Bringing to realization dreamt chaos
A poet can do naught but fall for this bait
Taking complaint in that which is and that which is not
Broadcasting at this one specific rate
A firm grasp pawing at what has become an entropy
The spectacle emerges eroded by the human trait
Swimming down the drain enthused like a gasping goldfish
In this world there is reality but not a date
Everything will doubtlessly happen again in some other case
My Lioncup DaydreamThere's so much I could show you
Take you to places I've never seen
Everything is just what you and I will do
I see lions curiously hidden below a tree
Resting in fields among grass and dandelions
Their beauty leaves me wondering what we could be
Two coffee cups sit on top of a table
An undecided fate for this pair in this diner
I wonder if I've happened upon my daydreamed fable
I witness lions taking deep breaths in
Rearing onto their hind legs to roar at the sky
May we achieve the loyalty they intensely show their kin
There's no way those two could move
Legs of love formed into timeless circles
Trodding the same path bathed by the sullen groove
I see the male's kingly brown mane shading his lioness
Tilting their heads from blue sky to their children which roam
There's not a doubt that you'll pounce at the peak of your prowess
Never leaving my side you remain
Your skin burning against my melting shell
Lovely toxins pervading my thoroughly caffeinated veins
I view it as a majestic real
Ranting Dancing UniformityMy morals and my ethics are not to be doubted. I have worked to be who I am, dilligently, and for that I believe I deserve the respect that I have without a doubt earned. Those who question my compassion for human life or my devotion to that which makes the collective consciousness happy is either an ignorant being or a blind dog.
I have a right to not be assumed. I have a right to not be demeaned by the typical perception. Who I've become - who I've worked to be - does not fall into the typical. I am to the very core of my being atypical. I fall against normalcy like fire to rope. The threads exist. They are what they are. The thing is that letting them coil around my body like the venomous snakes they are is obviously not what I want. They should be ignited; burned.
The weave of the thread and the very material the rope is made from: these things are unavoidable in the typical. They are there because that's the way they're made. For me, being controlled is an abominatio
In the Hands of a Set of NinniesIt's human instinct to make tools of destruction
Ways to fall to ruin enemies of obstruction
In this case it's a tool to reset time
The scheme to make possible a war of infinite crime
Bend the bounds of warfare to your will
Leaving upon your opponents doorstep every body, every kill
Not a man cares: the weapon's impossible to reject
Their petty lethargy creating a world that needs to resurrect
Once the weapon was created the faction became unbelievably crass
They'd take to every nation their war that'd never last
In misery they wished to rewind the clock
A simple task for one who has the key to the weapon's lock
Turning back time: a brand new world to once again reap
The deaths on both sides forgiven as it's a toll simply too steep
The entire race nearly fell into the pit of genocide
A handful remained to pull the trigger and unwrite every homicide
Over and over again the race was pushed to this chaotic fringe
Threatening the end of it all for a pointless and neverending binge
The Neighborly InsanityThere once was a man,
His mind happened to be a bit loose,
Shaking around his bare caboose.
Why oh why did he have to be quite this crazy,
Is what his neighbors would think,
They definitely didn't want this kooky old fink.
Every day at nine he'd cross their lawns,
Wiggling his wrinkled bare butt for them to see,
Why oh why is this how he had to be?
The same actions over and over again,
Every stroke of the clock he'd behave just the same,
An unmatched eccentric who's set in his ways.
Dancing among driveways, plants, and shrubs,
Who would dare to tell him no,
He didn't consider anyone's woes.
His yard's filled with an assortment of knicks and knacks,
Is how he'd always put it when he was asked,
No one quite grasped why he was of such great contrast.
It seemed to be a purposeful thing,
One he did with the intent of profound individuality,
Stripped of every artificial rational he thrived on impartiality.
They were stubborn in accepting him for the manic he was,
An old fart who's sim
Her Sober ReflectionsSome might say I live in a day dream,
My hair shining under sun's glare.
Actually my mind is yearning for ice cream,
My day tarnished by your obnoxious dare.
If it were to conclude I really wouldn't mind,
Your face is one I no longer wish to see.
The sadistic joy you get from putting me in this bind,
Your acidic cologone drifting into air from beneath my tree.
The sky reminds me of what impact you've had,
Our troubles clouding the sun out for all.
Now that everything's definitely gone quite bad,
Our hopes lie in the wind as it blows against my shawl.
In other words it seems there's nothing to say,
My hopes ignited and flickering beneath drizzling rain.
Hands clutch to my skirt in brace for wind's chaotic play,
I no longer shine: flirting along the nape of my neck, my mane.
The world has fallen under your tyranny,
I guess it's time to leave, to let this be.
Plowing through wind I'm devoted to leave you again,
I declare this day as over: I'm no longer waiting underneath thi
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