Smashing Chains

fist, shout, step

the first to stand up

patience, number

blood

smashing chains

Fists In The Air

pushing yourself too far

not knowing you crossed the line

we all gotta stop somewhere

it’s just a matter of moment and time

Loving Kindness

It’s so easy to be a victim

thinking they hurt you without a reason

never looking past their actions

the causes behind their frustrations

maybe cuz it’s too much work

maybe because you don’t care

and you’re not really that kind anyways

he should know what he’s doing

she’s a bitch

they are all a bunch of assholes

and I am the one they shit on

I deserve better

give me more

what do you give?

how do you speak?

who have you hurt?

you let yourself off the hook when you don’t even look at the man asking for change

you let yourself go when someone asks for a favor to stay at home and watch TV

you’re happy to save money if a child made your shoes

let the world suffer but don’t let me suffer

I won’t be nice, they must be nice first

around and around

we think whatever we have to so we don’t have to do anything

we are lazy

and tired

let me yell and scream and shout but don’t make me move

let me sit and damn the world

Buyer Beware

Roll up all the dreams of men with no filter

Spark the wick and wait for prayers floating on smoke to enter

It takes time to create something that’s better

and sometimes that time can seem like forever

This is art

a wise old man told me that one day I would be free
I told him I don’t think about the future
I can’t even stand this culture
weaving through four lanes of traffic just to arrive at a giant arena made of metal and plastic
I can’t seem to handle all the stress
of living while working weeks on end
I can’t work for forty years
I always have to explain myself
to be understood by others when there is really nothing to say
just a thought
a conversation that comes to mind and makes me turn the wrong way
are these enigmas that I write too complicated for you to understand my plight
poetry is for everybody
no reason to make it complicated
I hate children
I think I’ve said that before
and I hope the world ends tomorrow
my true feelings can’t be shared because they’ll put me in jail for conspiracy
theories are just theories
everybody has theirs and I don’t even think about what I’m going to eat

Terrorism or Revelation?

Finding something that just sounds perfect
sounds perfect but it’s so hard to hit the right notes
words don’t always arrive the same way they left and sometimes they get lost like a ship at sea
how do I rearrange my thoughts to keep me on course
I listen to music to focus my eyes on the line but it’s more than just about the line
it’s about each syllable
and each page
from images to paper
translation becomes a task of understanding yourself
when I open the dictionary I find the keys to my soul
they give my thoughts power and weight
I can say illusion and you know I’m talking about something fake
I can say fake and you know I’m talking about most of my life
when I was a child I used to think my life was like The Truman Show
silly thoughts thought some that were produced by an imagination in overdrive
daydreaming worlds of me and a princess flying on a magic carpet
flying through the city streets at night as a superhero what was I thinking?
who would want that responsibility?
I want to move but have nowhere to go and everytime I point myself in a direction everybody says I’m going the wrong way

Leaders and gurus and kings and businessmen

we don’t even know where we came from
but you wanna tell me how to live my life
and what to do now that I’ve come
we are confused
just admit it’s so
and we can all go on
living free and not worrying anymore
I’m not holding myself back anymore
it’s time to be a priest
and shed some light on all the wicked beasts
that prey on the believers
just looking for something to eat
when they need love
but all you give them are hugs
and tell them to shut up
when they can easily turn around
and leave and never come back up
because there’s freedom down there
and they don’t need your pricey air
everything you want is free
as long as you just want to be
picking apart the laws of the land
and taking a stand
I step back and look over the people
that thought we had reached some
pinnacle or sensation of living
when all we had come to was a false
sense of salvation
a temporary ending
with a horrible beginning

W-Bomb heading for metropolis

split syllables
nuclear rhymeschemes
metaphors to break the bars
and similes to rip the seams
reality used to be real to me

dream scenes of broken dreams
flying from the boss I could never beat
waking up I wake into life
wishing for another chance to sleep

True Romance

My finger won’t pull the trigger and my mind won’t let me settle on one thing until it’s done.  Changing lanes repeatedly. Repeatedly. I am lost in desire, caught in the trap of desire for no desires.  Is this too complicated? Can you hear me? What are you going to- wait, that’s not what I wanted to say. Someone was saying it on TV.

Heaven and Hell are in my living room

what is it about night that makes me wanna chase the moonlight
through dark alleyways and under bridges
I sit and contemplate my fictions
cars travel faster than light as I stand on the edge
the water is so cold I can’t even keep my feet in

inside it’s so…
it’s so dark and so bright at the same time
words fail to describe the feelings that turn into bullets in my mind
and my mouth is the barrel
and I am speaking to me