THE GRAY RACE
The framework of the world is black and white,
The infrastructure builders flex their might,
Turning true emotion into digital expression:
One by one we all fall down.
The gray race shrivels, trapped inside,
The world it creates is black and white.
The perpetual destructive motion machine
Began to chart a course never before seen,
Turning raw compassion into fields of plus and minus:
One by one we all give in.
The gray race shrivels, trapped inside,
The world it creates is black and white.
I’d swear there were times when I was someone else,
A person with determination and knowledge of the self,
But you flattened me to rubble and now I can see
That I'm just faded negative of the image I used to be.
And that’s our dilemma.
THEM AND US
Despite that he saw blatant similarity,
He struggled to find a distinctive moiety.
All he found was vulgar superficiality,
But he focused it to sharpness
And shared it with the others.
It signified his anger and misery.
Them and us,
Lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers,
Them and us,
Dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence,
That there really is a difference
Between them and us.
Hate is a simple manifestation
Of the deep-seated self-directed frustration.
All it does is promote fear and consternation.
It's the inability
To justify the enemy
And it fills us all with trepidation.
Them and us,
Bending the significance to match a whimsied fable,
Them and us,
Tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence,
A confused loose alliance forming
Them and us.
I heard him say
We can take them all.
But he didn’t know who we were
And he didn’t know who they were.
And there wasn't any reason
Or motive or value to his story,
Just allegory, imitation glory,
And a desperate feeble search for a friend.
Them and us,
Lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers,
Them and us,
Dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence,
Tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence,
A confused loose alliance forming
Them and us.
We can take them all...
A WALK
I’m going for a walk,
Not the after dinner kind,
I’m gonna use my hands
And I’m gonna use my mind.
And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?
You can't even tie your own haggard shoes,
Your closet is a mess, and your backyard’s falling down,
And I have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around.
I’m gonna build a world,
Independent and exempt,
All alone I’ll be an empire,
With no mortgage and no rent.
And I don’t need to live in your stinking zoo,
You can’t even feed the animals donated to you.
Your storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls,
And you expect me to die here in this shit-filled tiny stall?
And I know you’re watching everything I do,
Call me threat to your children, call me socially unglued,
Call me master of insanity, unable to relate,
Call me lazy, bane, and filthy,
Call me monstrous reprobate.
I’m going for a walk
And there’s nothing you can do,
‘cuz I don’t have to live like you
So I’m going for a walk.
PARALLEL
Sleeping on a time bomb, staring into space,
There's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face.
Sitting on the fence post to watch the storm roll in
And terrified of the damage it will bring when it begins.
It will begin...
Splintered dreams of unity, (Our lives are parallel)
So far from reality, (Our lives are parallel)
Independent trajectories, (Our lives are parallel)
Separate terms of equality. (Our lives are parallel)
Our lives are parallel...
Is there no redemption? No common good?
Is there nothing we can do for ourselves or only what we should?
Comes the hard admission of what we don’t provide
Goes the insistence on the ways and means that so divide.
They so divide...
Side by side suffering loneliness, (Our lives are parallel)
Phony collective progress, (Our lives are parallel)
Accepting that it’s all such a mess, (Our lives are parallel)
Gesturing without hope of redress. (Our lives are parallel)
Our lives are parallel...
Forging little plays of deception and pain
As we watch our foundation crumble away,
Staggering like birds against a hurricane
And trying all the while to stay out of each other's way.
Broken dreams of unity, (Our lives are parallel)
Independent trajectories, (Our lives are parallel)
Screaming out for understanding, (Our lives are parallel)
Turning inward and suffering. (Our lives are parallel)
Our lives are parallel...
PUNK ROCK SONG
Have you been to the desert?
Have you walked with the dead?
There’s a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread
And the figures don’t lie they speak of human disease,
But we do what we want and we think what we please.
Have you lived the experience?
Have you witnessed the plague?
People making babies sometimes just to escape.
In this land of competition the compassion is gone,
Yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on.
We keep pushing on...
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something’s wrong.
Like ants in a colony we do our share,
But there’s so many other fuckin’ insects out there.
And this is just a punk rock song.
Have you visited the quagmire?
Have you swam in the shit?
The party conventions and the realpolitik,
The faces always different, the rhetoric the same,
But we swallow it, and we see nothing change.
Nothing has changed...
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something’s wrong.
Like workers in a company we do our share
But there’s so many other fuckin’ robots out there.
And this is just a punk rock song.
Ten million dollars on a losing campaign,
Twenty million starving and writhing in pain.
Big strong people unwilling to give,
Small in vision and perspective.
One in five kids below the poverty line,
One population runnin’ out of time.
Runnin’ out of time.
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong.
Like ants in a colony we do our share,
But there's so many other fuckin’ insects out there.
And this is just a punk rock song.
(Figures don’t lie they speak of human disease,
But we do what we want and we think what we please.
One in five kids below the poverty line,
One population runnin’ out of time.)
This is just a punk rock song...
EMPTY CAUSES
Everwhere you looked there was confusion, violence, drama and drugs,
So many righteous revolutionaries spouting utopian love,
Everyone shrouded in purple haze,
Then one day they woke up from their dream state.
They found themselves no more at peace than before,
Older, meek, and conformed.
Empty causes,
A bluster for the soul, a fix for their mind.
Empty causes,
Cling to everything you find.
Well, the shots rang out like popcorn
And the Chief was hit and rushed out of sight,
The mohawk-chain leather brigade rejoiced maliciously on that night.
Someone cried out “fuck the government”,
His mates couldn’t define what he meant
So no one gave him the time of day
And the scene died away.
Empty causes,
A war for the body, an army in the mind.
Empty causes,
Losing steam as time goes by.
Could it be that everybody selfishly desires their own personal retinue
And that causes are just manifestations
Of too much time and far too little to do.
Empty causes,
Direction for the soul, conviction for the mind.
Empty causes,
Cling to everything you find.
Empty causes,
You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine.
NOBODY LISTENS
Hey mister, don’t point at me,
You shout rhetoric nonsense like a Pavlovian model
Responding to his questions.
Hey teacher, arrogance is bliss,
You spend your time turning water into life
As if you were God’s foreman.
Is it any wonder
Things seem so awry?
We swim in a sea of confusion,
We don’t have to think to survive
So nobody listens.
Hey recluse, don’t shout at me,
You proclaim yourself expert by extensions of the methods
Detailed in your magazines.
Hey downer, don’t prey on me,
We’ve all got bum raps that torment us day to day
That we hoist on our own shoulders.
Is it any wonder
People pass you by?
Your plea for understanding
Is heard as desperate lies?
Nobody listens.
I can’t help you...
Is it any wonder
Things are so inane?
So many quests for compassion
Are just for someone's personal gain.
So nobody listens to you.
PITY THE DEAD
There’s a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon
And a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon,
And there’s no one around to hear their lonesome cries,
Then they pass away alone into the night.
Why do we pity the dead?
Are you churned by emotion from voices in your head?
Look at all the living and you’ll ask yourself why,
Oh, why do we pity the dead?
Pity the dead!
Well, you’ve seen the disease, suffering and decay,
And you whisper to yourself blissfully “it’s okay”
And you still refuse the possibility
That the dead are better off than we.
Why do we pity the dead?
Are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head?
Look at all the living and you’ll ask yourself why,
Oh, why do we pity the dead?
Pity the dead!
Tell me what you see, tell me what you know.
Is there anyone who lives a painless life?
If there is show me so.
The destitute and famished,
Demonic and the banished,
Dejected and the ostracized,
The brainwashed and the paralyzed,
The conquered and objectified,
The few who see the other side,
Tell me what you see!
It’s a mortal wretched cacophony.
In the end you may find there’s no guiding subtle light,
No ancestors or friends, no judge of wrong or right,
Just eternal silence and dormancy
And a final everlasting peace...
SPIRIT SHINE
Shed a tear for the criminal,
Give him something to believe.
Light a fire for the miserable,
Give the darkness some meaning.
Closed wounds harbor pestilence
When you lick them from within,
Charity has a redolence,
Chastity cannot rescind.
Spirit shine, it’s a sign
Of a troubled mind. (tortured mind)
Spirit shine all the time
Can render you blind.
You can take it all to heart or throw it all away.
You can call it just a lark or live your life that way.
You can give until you’re dry and sucked of all your gleam.
You can fake another cry and compromise your dream.
Spirit shine, it’s a sign
Of a tortured mind.
Spirit shine all the time
Can render you blind.
Cling tight to the parable,
Let it dominate your life.
Create a God who’s infallible,
Give your leader some respite.
Closed wounds harbor pestilence
When you lick them from within,
Rosy smiles lose their radiance
When you take it on the chin.
Spirit shine, it’s a sign
Of a tortured mind.
Spirit shine all the time
Can render you blind.
THE STREETS OF AMERICA
Desolate and without purpose,
Radiating from so many septic sources,
Forming the fabric of a wayward people,
Disappearing as the vestiges of our past.
Scratched like tartan into virgin soil,
A substrate for progress and disarray,
A spreading network of broken dreams
Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away.
Just a little tale from the streets of America, (say a little prayer)
Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria,
Trenchant, weary native sons,
Step back and see the damage done,
Meander to the horizon, (shoot straight to the horizon)
The streets of America.
Black, tarred concrete pine for me
Lying dormant for you and country,
Hardened surface cracked within
Catch the sweat from off of the chin.
Of men and women, Senior and child
Who look to you and your sterile miles
And in their stares is bald dismay
For what you promised led them astray.
Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins,
False hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains.
TEN IN 2010
Parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts,
Sun-baked pavement encroaches on us,
Haves and have-nots together at last,
Brutally engaged in mortal combat.
Ten in 2010.
What kind of God orchestrates such a thing?
Ten in 2010,
Ten billion people all suffering,
Ten in 2010,
Truth is not an issue just hungry mouths to feed,
Ten in 2010,
Forget what you want, scrounge the things you need.
Happy and content it can't happen to you,
Ten in 2010,
Fifteen years we’ll think of a solution,
Ten in 2010,
It won’t just appear in one day,
Ten in 2010,
For ten in twenty-ten we're well on our way.
Like piercing ear darts, I heard the news today,
Ten in 2010,
Ten billion people coming your way...
VICTORY
The velveteen and oaken fixtures soothed the lonely child,
The parents watched the escort take him while they stood outside.
The priest was kind and gentle as he positioned his head,
The pain was like brimstone, but the kid hardly bled.
Victory, instinct over intellect.
Victory, it erupts from deep inside.
History, history is laughing at us,
Plotting its discovery.
Victory, victory,
Blame it on the victory.
Among the parade crowd there stands a decorated man
Remembering how he helped to save this sacred land.
His helpless enemy was wounded, both hands raised with hope.
He killed him without second thought with brute force and a rope.
Victory, instinct over intellect.
Victory, it erupts from deep inside.
History, history is laughing at us,
Plotting its discovery.
Victory, victory,
Blame it on the victory.
So many times, so many lives test the other side
Waiting to see what the maker has in mind.
The unsuspecting commoners hum diligent each day,
They wallow in their father’s sins, as time passes away.
The crimes are without motive but they ignore all restraint,
The evil sits inside them torpid timing its escape.
Victory, instinct over intellect.
Victory, it erupts from deep inside.
History, history is laughing at us,
Plotting its discovery.
Victory, victory,
Blame it on the victory.
DRUNK SINCERITY
The smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors
And the croaking speech he'd heard from countless counselors before.
They said, “We all care for you, we know how you suffer,
But I know you can succeed, I used to have it so much rougher.”
There’s hope in the words and emotion in the eyes.
It’s so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
And like fools we trust the delivery,
But it’s all just drunk sincerity.
In maternal family assembly poised regarding the blue tube,
The numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view.
Then the generals said, “We don’t want our boys dead.
Your sons and your husbands will be coming back heroes soon.”
There’s hope in the words and emotion in the eyes.
It’s so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
And like fools we trust the delivery,
But it’s all just drunk sincerity.
With steam, heat, and rhythm in the back seat of the car
And adolescent perspective projecting life’s forecast to the stars,
You heard love from the lips and you were rapt by the hips
And the promise was eternal, but you couldn’t see that far.
There’s hope in the words and emotion in the eyes.
It’s so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
And like fools we trust the delivery,
But it’s all just drunk sincerity.
COME AND JOIN US
So you say you gotta know why the world goes ‘round
And you can’t find the truth in the things you’ve found
And you’re scared shitless ‘cuz evil abounds,
Come join us.
Well, I heard you were looking for a place to fit in,
Full of adherent people with the same objective,
A family to cling to and call brethren,
Come join us.
All we want to do is change your mind.
All you need to do is close your eyes.
So come join us.
Come join us.
Come join us.
Don’t you see the trouble that most people are in
And that they just want you for their own advantage,
But I swear to you we're different from all of them,
Come join us.
I can tell you are lookin’ for a way to live
Where truth is determined by consensus,
Full of codified arbitrary directives,
Come join us.
All we want to have is your small mind,
Turn it into one of our own kind.
You can go through life adrift and alone,
Desperate, desolate, on your own,
But we’re lookin’ for a few more stalwart clones.
So come join us.
Come join us.
Come join us.
We’ve got spite and dedication as a vehement brew,
The world hates us, well we hate them too,
But you’re exempted of course if you
Come join us.
Independent, self-contented, revolutionary,
Intellectual, brave, strong and scholarly,
If you’re not one of them, you’re us already so
Come join us.
CEASE
Blacktop pavement cover me,
Like a chemical reaction or a steam roller
Spreading randomly.
There’s a distant at low frequency
It tickles my ear, rumbles under my feet
And it shakes the leaves off of every tree
Violently.
What pretension, everlasting peace,
Everything must cease.
Institution on the hill,
Like a beacon in the mind of an ancestor
To ignite a people’s will.
There’s a shadowed stain on the west facade,
It has spread like decay to enshroud the fraud
And the descendants find oh so odd.
Oh, so odd.
What pretension, everlasting peace,
Everything must cease.
Grave memorial, hewn white stone,
Like the comforting caress of a mother
Or a friend you’ve always known.
It evokes such pain and significance,
What was once is reduced to rememberance
And the generations pass without recompense.
What pretension, everlasting peace
Everything must...
The framework of the world is black and white,
The infrastructure builders flex their might,
Turning true emotion into digital expression:
One by one we all fall down.
The gray race shrivels, trapped inside,
The world it creates is black and white.
The perpetual destructive motion machine
Began to chart a course never before seen,
Turning raw compassion into fields of plus and minus:
One by one we all give in.
The gray race shrivels, trapped inside,
The world it creates is black and white.
I’d swear there were times when I was someone else,
A person with determination and knowledge of the self,
But you flattened me to rubble and now I can see
That I'm just faded negative of the image I used to be.
And that’s our dilemma.
THEM AND US
Despite that he saw blatant similarity,
He struggled to find a distinctive moiety.
All he found was vulgar superficiality,
But he focused it to sharpness
And shared it with the others.
It signified his anger and misery.
Them and us,
Lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers,
Them and us,
Dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence,
That there really is a difference
Between them and us.
Hate is a simple manifestation
Of the deep-seated self-directed frustration.
All it does is promote fear and consternation.
It's the inability
To justify the enemy
And it fills us all with trepidation.
Them and us,
Bending the significance to match a whimsied fable,
Them and us,
Tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence,
A confused loose alliance forming
Them and us.
I heard him say
We can take them all.
But he didn’t know who we were
And he didn’t know who they were.
And there wasn't any reason
Or motive or value to his story,
Just allegory, imitation glory,
And a desperate feeble search for a friend.
Them and us,
Lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers,
Them and us,
Dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence,
Tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence,
A confused loose alliance forming
Them and us.
We can take them all...
A WALK
I’m going for a walk,
Not the after dinner kind,
I’m gonna use my hands
And I’m gonna use my mind.
And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?
You can't even tie your own haggard shoes,
Your closet is a mess, and your backyard’s falling down,
And I have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around.
I’m gonna build a world,
Independent and exempt,
All alone I’ll be an empire,
With no mortgage and no rent.
And I don’t need to live in your stinking zoo,
You can’t even feed the animals donated to you.
Your storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls,
And you expect me to die here in this shit-filled tiny stall?
And I know you’re watching everything I do,
Call me threat to your children, call me socially unglued,
Call me master of insanity, unable to relate,
Call me lazy, bane, and filthy,
Call me monstrous reprobate.
I’m going for a walk
And there’s nothing you can do,
‘cuz I don’t have to live like you
So I’m going for a walk.
PARALLEL
Sleeping on a time bomb, staring into space,
There's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face.
Sitting on the fence post to watch the storm roll in
And terrified of the damage it will bring when it begins.
It will begin...
Splintered dreams of unity, (Our lives are parallel)
So far from reality, (Our lives are parallel)
Independent trajectories, (Our lives are parallel)
Separate terms of equality. (Our lives are parallel)
Our lives are parallel...
Is there no redemption? No common good?
Is there nothing we can do for ourselves or only what we should?
Comes the hard admission of what we don’t provide
Goes the insistence on the ways and means that so divide.
They so divide...
Side by side suffering loneliness, (Our lives are parallel)
Phony collective progress, (Our lives are parallel)
Accepting that it’s all such a mess, (Our lives are parallel)
Gesturing without hope of redress. (Our lives are parallel)
Our lives are parallel...
Forging little plays of deception and pain
As we watch our foundation crumble away,
Staggering like birds against a hurricane
And trying all the while to stay out of each other's way.
Broken dreams of unity, (Our lives are parallel)
Independent trajectories, (Our lives are parallel)
Screaming out for understanding, (Our lives are parallel)
Turning inward and suffering. (Our lives are parallel)
Our lives are parallel...
PUNK ROCK SONG
Have you been to the desert?
Have you walked with the dead?
There’s a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread
And the figures don’t lie they speak of human disease,
But we do what we want and we think what we please.
Have you lived the experience?
Have you witnessed the plague?
People making babies sometimes just to escape.
In this land of competition the compassion is gone,
Yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on.
We keep pushing on...
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something’s wrong.
Like ants in a colony we do our share,
But there’s so many other fuckin’ insects out there.
And this is just a punk rock song.
Have you visited the quagmire?
Have you swam in the shit?
The party conventions and the realpolitik,
The faces always different, the rhetoric the same,
But we swallow it, and we see nothing change.
Nothing has changed...
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something’s wrong.
Like workers in a company we do our share
But there’s so many other fuckin’ robots out there.
And this is just a punk rock song.
Ten million dollars on a losing campaign,
Twenty million starving and writhing in pain.
Big strong people unwilling to give,
Small in vision and perspective.
One in five kids below the poverty line,
One population runnin’ out of time.
Runnin’ out of time.
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong.
Like ants in a colony we do our share,
But there's so many other fuckin’ insects out there.
And this is just a punk rock song.
(Figures don’t lie they speak of human disease,
But we do what we want and we think what we please.
One in five kids below the poverty line,
One population runnin’ out of time.)
This is just a punk rock song...
EMPTY CAUSES
Everwhere you looked there was confusion, violence, drama and drugs,
So many righteous revolutionaries spouting utopian love,
Everyone shrouded in purple haze,
Then one day they woke up from their dream state.
They found themselves no more at peace than before,
Older, meek, and conformed.
Empty causes,
A bluster for the soul, a fix for their mind.
Empty causes,
Cling to everything you find.
Well, the shots rang out like popcorn
And the Chief was hit and rushed out of sight,
The mohawk-chain leather brigade rejoiced maliciously on that night.
Someone cried out “fuck the government”,
His mates couldn’t define what he meant
So no one gave him the time of day
And the scene died away.
Empty causes,
A war for the body, an army in the mind.
Empty causes,
Losing steam as time goes by.
Could it be that everybody selfishly desires their own personal retinue
And that causes are just manifestations
Of too much time and far too little to do.
Empty causes,
Direction for the soul, conviction for the mind.
Empty causes,
Cling to everything you find.
Empty causes,
You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine.
NOBODY LISTENS
Hey mister, don’t point at me,
You shout rhetoric nonsense like a Pavlovian model
Responding to his questions.
Hey teacher, arrogance is bliss,
You spend your time turning water into life
As if you were God’s foreman.
Is it any wonder
Things seem so awry?
We swim in a sea of confusion,
We don’t have to think to survive
So nobody listens.
Hey recluse, don’t shout at me,
You proclaim yourself expert by extensions of the methods
Detailed in your magazines.
Hey downer, don’t prey on me,
We’ve all got bum raps that torment us day to day
That we hoist on our own shoulders.
Is it any wonder
People pass you by?
Your plea for understanding
Is heard as desperate lies?
Nobody listens.
I can’t help you...
Is it any wonder
Things are so inane?
So many quests for compassion
Are just for someone's personal gain.
So nobody listens to you.
PITY THE DEAD
There’s a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon
And a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon,
And there’s no one around to hear their lonesome cries,
Then they pass away alone into the night.
Why do we pity the dead?
Are you churned by emotion from voices in your head?
Look at all the living and you’ll ask yourself why,
Oh, why do we pity the dead?
Pity the dead!
Well, you’ve seen the disease, suffering and decay,
And you whisper to yourself blissfully “it’s okay”
And you still refuse the possibility
That the dead are better off than we.
Why do we pity the dead?
Are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head?
Look at all the living and you’ll ask yourself why,
Oh, why do we pity the dead?
Pity the dead!
Tell me what you see, tell me what you know.
Is there anyone who lives a painless life?
If there is show me so.
The destitute and famished,
Demonic and the banished,
Dejected and the ostracized,
The brainwashed and the paralyzed,
The conquered and objectified,
The few who see the other side,
Tell me what you see!
It’s a mortal wretched cacophony.
In the end you may find there’s no guiding subtle light,
No ancestors or friends, no judge of wrong or right,
Just eternal silence and dormancy
And a final everlasting peace...
SPIRIT SHINE
Shed a tear for the criminal,
Give him something to believe.
Light a fire for the miserable,
Give the darkness some meaning.
Closed wounds harbor pestilence
When you lick them from within,
Charity has a redolence,
Chastity cannot rescind.
Spirit shine, it’s a sign
Of a troubled mind. (tortured mind)
Spirit shine all the time
Can render you blind.
You can take it all to heart or throw it all away.
You can call it just a lark or live your life that way.
You can give until you’re dry and sucked of all your gleam.
You can fake another cry and compromise your dream.
Spirit shine, it’s a sign
Of a tortured mind.
Spirit shine all the time
Can render you blind.
Cling tight to the parable,
Let it dominate your life.
Create a God who’s infallible,
Give your leader some respite.
Closed wounds harbor pestilence
When you lick them from within,
Rosy smiles lose their radiance
When you take it on the chin.
Spirit shine, it’s a sign
Of a tortured mind.
Spirit shine all the time
Can render you blind.
THE STREETS OF AMERICA
Desolate and without purpose,
Radiating from so many septic sources,
Forming the fabric of a wayward people,
Disappearing as the vestiges of our past.
Scratched like tartan into virgin soil,
A substrate for progress and disarray,
A spreading network of broken dreams
Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away.
Just a little tale from the streets of America, (say a little prayer)
Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria,
Trenchant, weary native sons,
Step back and see the damage done,
Meander to the horizon, (shoot straight to the horizon)
The streets of America.
Black, tarred concrete pine for me
Lying dormant for you and country,
Hardened surface cracked within
Catch the sweat from off of the chin.
Of men and women, Senior and child
Who look to you and your sterile miles
And in their stares is bald dismay
For what you promised led them astray.
Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins,
False hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains.
TEN IN 2010
Parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts,
Sun-baked pavement encroaches on us,
Haves and have-nots together at last,
Brutally engaged in mortal combat.
Ten in 2010.
What kind of God orchestrates such a thing?
Ten in 2010,
Ten billion people all suffering,
Ten in 2010,
Truth is not an issue just hungry mouths to feed,
Ten in 2010,
Forget what you want, scrounge the things you need.
Happy and content it can't happen to you,
Ten in 2010,
Fifteen years we’ll think of a solution,
Ten in 2010,
It won’t just appear in one day,
Ten in 2010,
For ten in twenty-ten we're well on our way.
Like piercing ear darts, I heard the news today,
Ten in 2010,
Ten billion people coming your way...
VICTORY
The velveteen and oaken fixtures soothed the lonely child,
The parents watched the escort take him while they stood outside.
The priest was kind and gentle as he positioned his head,
The pain was like brimstone, but the kid hardly bled.
Victory, instinct over intellect.
Victory, it erupts from deep inside.
History, history is laughing at us,
Plotting its discovery.
Victory, victory,
Blame it on the victory.
Among the parade crowd there stands a decorated man
Remembering how he helped to save this sacred land.
His helpless enemy was wounded, both hands raised with hope.
He killed him without second thought with brute force and a rope.
Victory, instinct over intellect.
Victory, it erupts from deep inside.
History, history is laughing at us,
Plotting its discovery.
Victory, victory,
Blame it on the victory.
So many times, so many lives test the other side
Waiting to see what the maker has in mind.
The unsuspecting commoners hum diligent each day,
They wallow in their father’s sins, as time passes away.
The crimes are without motive but they ignore all restraint,
The evil sits inside them torpid timing its escape.
Victory, instinct over intellect.
Victory, it erupts from deep inside.
History, history is laughing at us,
Plotting its discovery.
Victory, victory,
Blame it on the victory.
DRUNK SINCERITY
The smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors
And the croaking speech he'd heard from countless counselors before.
They said, “We all care for you, we know how you suffer,
But I know you can succeed, I used to have it so much rougher.”
There’s hope in the words and emotion in the eyes.
It’s so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
And like fools we trust the delivery,
But it’s all just drunk sincerity.
In maternal family assembly poised regarding the blue tube,
The numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view.
Then the generals said, “We don’t want our boys dead.
Your sons and your husbands will be coming back heroes soon.”
There’s hope in the words and emotion in the eyes.
It’s so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
And like fools we trust the delivery,
But it’s all just drunk sincerity.
With steam, heat, and rhythm in the back seat of the car
And adolescent perspective projecting life’s forecast to the stars,
You heard love from the lips and you were rapt by the hips
And the promise was eternal, but you couldn’t see that far.
There’s hope in the words and emotion in the eyes.
It’s so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
And like fools we trust the delivery,
But it’s all just drunk sincerity.
COME AND JOIN US
So you say you gotta know why the world goes ‘round
And you can’t find the truth in the things you’ve found
And you’re scared shitless ‘cuz evil abounds,
Come join us.
Well, I heard you were looking for a place to fit in,
Full of adherent people with the same objective,
A family to cling to and call brethren,
Come join us.
All we want to do is change your mind.
All you need to do is close your eyes.
So come join us.
Come join us.
Come join us.
Don’t you see the trouble that most people are in
And that they just want you for their own advantage,
But I swear to you we're different from all of them,
Come join us.
I can tell you are lookin’ for a way to live
Where truth is determined by consensus,
Full of codified arbitrary directives,
Come join us.
All we want to have is your small mind,
Turn it into one of our own kind.
You can go through life adrift and alone,
Desperate, desolate, on your own,
But we’re lookin’ for a few more stalwart clones.
So come join us.
Come join us.
Come join us.
We’ve got spite and dedication as a vehement brew,
The world hates us, well we hate them too,
But you’re exempted of course if you
Come join us.
Independent, self-contented, revolutionary,
Intellectual, brave, strong and scholarly,
If you’re not one of them, you’re us already so
Come join us.
CEASE
Blacktop pavement cover me,
Like a chemical reaction or a steam roller
Spreading randomly.
There’s a distant at low frequency
It tickles my ear, rumbles under my feet
And it shakes the leaves off of every tree
Violently.
What pretension, everlasting peace,
Everything must cease.
Institution on the hill,
Like a beacon in the mind of an ancestor
To ignite a people’s will.
There’s a shadowed stain on the west facade,
It has spread like decay to enshroud the fraud
And the descendants find oh so odd.
Oh, so odd.
What pretension, everlasting peace,
Everything must cease.
Grave memorial, hewn white stone,
Like the comforting caress of a mother
Or a friend you’ve always known.
It evokes such pain and significance,
What was once is reduced to rememberance
And the generations pass without recompense.
What pretension, everlasting peace
Everything must...
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