Tuesday, November 27, 2007

We're All in Our Own Sticky Hell.

Your leather jacket covers your burns.
Drunk in a plastic nature you learn
To love the stench of fog.

Your solitude is social,
Social when alone,
A loner when (happy).

They're so close it hurts.

Cry for stupidity.
Cry for attainability.
Cry for sustainability.
Cry for nobility.
Cry for me. Cry for you. Cry for us.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Even in Moments of Beauty, Questions are Asked.

Is what we see really what we look for?
Is how we look really what we long for?
Is where we go not where we came from?
Is who we want not who we get?
Is when we buy not when we sell?
Is what we replace really what we miss?

Failure is just the next attempt.
An attempt is something when you got nothing.

Untitled 2.0

Baiting the public to publicize puberty.
Quivering teens lost in a crowd of two.
Cowboys shoot liberty in the name of unity.
I long for those who
believe in the sound of hopelessness.
It's the sound hope of the nation
that He reaches out of the emptiness
and unites the world in frustration.

The Youth is Drowning.

Tears don't fall, they question.
Only loud emotion is good emotion.
Bring us together 'til we're a herd,
scream until your silence is unheard.
Sing until no one's listening,
Dance until no one's watching.
The revolutionary cell needs CPR,
it drowned in the interior of that bar.
Take 'em on on your own,
there is nothing left to frown..

The world is nothing but a show,
too bad the actors don't know.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Orange Juice.

Tender places. Worn out races.
Stumble over the tracks. Disillusioned. Curious.
Horny habits an the eternal hunt.
No dialogs. Just two monologues.

I like you.

I love you.

I want you.

I had you.

I hate you.

I forget you.

A queue without an end.
An end without a clue.