| Uniform of Conformity Hail to thee Abercrombie and Fich t-shirt Bright yellow shroud Hollow projection of teenage deliuision Wearers of this garment Pledge aligence to the American express card Bearers of the name believe in artifical happiness These captors of yellow think they have to be unique like everyone else Their prozac pumped personalities scream I am a mindless drone cattle They live in fear the lemmings will change directions without them singled out Alone in their Mtv washed wasteland They will stick faithfully to that yellow abercrombie and fitch t-shirt In hopes everything will turn out for the best like a Dawson Creeks Episode. |
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| Random Thoughts of Bull-Shit |
| Note: Spelling is highly over rated!?! |
| Empty tears may fall, From lost eyes that see all. When the cruptions of hells fire consume me, their potential to break and control Causes my bodies malfunction, aimed at my total destruction. Survival of my freedom was my intention Punishment from liberty is inhuman dygression Thou I may die and be forgotten to all Not wasted are my efforts for my dreams live on. |
| What makes the angels fall from the sky? Their broken hailo's, scabbed wings, and empty tears. all Resent his unfairwrath,espeacialy the angel most high. He preaches the misguided power and them over takeing heaven God fears So damnation of the morning star and his followers to the world of abandonment and hate servents bound to their sorrows in a most undeserveing fate |
| Kill the flaws within Destroy all impurities cast no shame take no blame be seen then be gone thrust into the great beyond no purpose and no place set uncertin space on my grave before my time oh blackest heart be mine run, escape Return and wait fail to fly justice before goodbye |
| Abandonment Depressed dreams and marlin brando memories is all he has left he strives to place himself before his responsibilities fathers deaf to the babies cries fathers blind to the teenagers tears INNER RAGE GROWS neither complete by reversed roles One won't grow up, the other did too fast RESENTMENT GROWS hatched egg becomes rotten egar to leave a stale nest father holds tight, he doesn't want the freedom to fall this childs rude awakeing into reality can't be soothed by empty promises REBELION GROWS he flings blame on innocent crimminals victim of the world devious saint amungst us sinners Blood and water run thin her hero turned into a bum not able to mend a broken heart DISDAIN GROWS Jumpy and hostile sick of being misery's bestfriend New life ahead EXCITEMENT GROWS realization of the upcoming jailbreak tries to keep what is already lost reverse pshycology didn't work this time child deaf to the fathers cries adult blind to the old man's tears A smile grows found freedom to fly |
| Star crossed squirrels lick charcoal walnuts from the singing williow they laugh in their utopia of damnation fumbleing to the rythem of girrafes their sense of nonsense is vein In roars he darkness to which relaxing come like a wound cat on a comforting thickel bush they trangress from infinite absence and make waste to the lectures and directions of the gumdrops Only an eclipse of the chesire cats smile can stop the blessed calamity |
| "Evil is Live Backwards" |
| "Blind faith is Suicide" |
| Master Supreme entity with unseen powers , you can't comphrehend. Darkness and Light, to me they bend. I am your enemy and friend. All that you can never acheive. Nothing stays hidden to me My meak poppet dance for me, your savior dance for me, your anti-christ I am the pleasure and the pain, all that is lost and what you gain. Simple pawn nothing more, standing before heavens gate, condemed to destructions core. Though you will always wait, Listening for my every word of contradicting Oxymorons believeing normal absurd everything yet nothing emensely interlocking and complex all knowing and knowledgable intersteller vortex of fate Obey your GOD Ms. Self-Desacrate |
| Mall Sour milk churns within my stomach Intestings knotted with gas Mixture of echoing loves songs and falling water My half weary eyes meet looks of disgust disguseing confusion and fear of the unfamilar I stand outside the circle sitting on a bench in pain yet perfectly content Realism I suppose oozes from my pores and dances with fantasy The fantasy of my attire reflection of my inner turmoil No one understands, but I wouldn't expect them to I never put expectations on ignorance |
| Little Known Fact How can you limit stupidity? Cause its when you place boundaires, someone will come along and profoundly amaze you on just how stupid they are. Resistence to ignorance is nonexistent, BUT you can build up a tolerence, The best way of doing so is attending high school, where "stupidism" is at it's peak. |
| Rocko Rocko is the name that comes to mind. So thats what I name him. Little soft core punk. Friendly ,still unapproachable. Our eyes embrace for a second as he lifts his cell phone to his ear. Killing time till his shift is over, wasteing the now with poppycock dribble as Ms. Highmush MuckityMuck drearily gazes down-ward at his good. I see you Now, but will I ever again notice how akwardly your over grown side-burns clump out of your hat? There is almost a queer attraction to him, as you may find a portrait of a stigmatized saint sexy, or a drowned guinea pig kinky. So carefree you jingle your keys and hop back into your skater cataloge. i know you have noticed me. My presence is like a slow suffication. I feel your play to hide your fear. Poor Rocko you are only human. Though promise me this, you will never give up you simplicity. |
| Who am I? I pretend to fully understand the always changeing. When honsetly I am as clueless as my mother. Why the search to define ones self? Do you come to an age where can actualy define what the youness in you is exactly? Why can't I just be. When will the world just deal with me. Screw Exceptence. I like the road less traveled. I am the artist, who doesn't create, I destroy creativly with organized chaos up my sleeve. This is the non-method to my excentricly unique madness. Nothingness in being not-myself. When I can't identify that which I am, then how comes I can tell when I am being false to the truth of my existence? I am so Lost I can't even impersonate myself...Sigh |
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| Pre-Expressed Dementia (Older Poetry) |
| Hey yea, high-yah. This is poetry yup yup yup. I don't know what to say all this shit is pretty old. i leave it here for you cause i don't know what else to do with it. |
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