There are These People

these people sit up on their hills,
built upon a mass of dead hearts
twisted bones and acupuncture souls
fornicated bodies and the mangled wreckage
of rotting .......
its not that they don't care
they
just
don't
care.
the sky is smog yellow and devastatingly black
below are all of us
the supposed non conformers
the people with no defense
we huddle in a great mass and wait
wait for victory
nothing more and nothing less
the chill in our bones
the holes in our clothes
and the blood clots formed around our eyes
our dirty fingernails
no doctor or pharmaceutical can cure what ales us
hope is lost
drown in your defeat
sleep alone in your small crevice
lie like a rat
and steal like a thief
take every last chance
you deserve it

How Possesive

Maybe somewhere, through the gears of time,
The metal shavings fall right down the shaft
these tiny, little, insignificant and bullshit
pieces of frail aluminum.
nobody can even drill the holes through the pie pan.
this is not about love
or money
the two things that over consume this
this is about feeling true to the original
thoughts that brought you here
we are but one
and you are but two
this is not what we always hoped
and it will never be
this is only what is is.
is is.
it is,
face the facts and believe we are all injustificaly fucked
don't let it go
never let the thing with the thing
walk right into the fire

Tinkle

this
is
all
just
a part
of something
have
faith in it
we are not all
rotten

snowballs

it has to be done today
we have to clip your wings
both pairs
the ones at home on the chair
the ones riding in my car
even the ones that shined in my eyes
all the time
its sad in a way
yes indeed
i'll miss all the cliche things
and the little bits more that
really made it into me
if you don't know
Cody and i have become great friends
if you don't know
Cody doesn't exist, well,
out here he doesn't
we'll both be hanging out on this
side of the wall
if you ever make it out here

i can meet everyone
i can also meet everyone
i can also do also almost nothing
and remain alone
compromise
it's the best possibility
the things in our dreams do not exist
it's a fairy tale once told
they'll fight you for a parking space
and rip out your eyes
sleep now....
tomorrow it'll hurt a little less

some of the times

some of the times a song says it better

Gimme all the hate you feel.
Binge and purge
All over, cannot change, we’re gonna destroy.
Breathe in the sea of seas, we’re in this together.

Random hearts that beat for each other,
Random hearts in a cruel, cruel world.

I don’t care what they hear
I know the way, say same.
Broken fingers for broken chords.
The effort is indelible,
The frequency is not decay.
We’re in this together.

Random hearts that beat for each other,
Random hearts in a cruel, cruel world.

The only world you’ll ever know
Is what you see in a movie.
Suburban TV babies,
We share the same accent.
American disillusion.
We’re in this together.

Random hearts that beat for each other,
Random hearts in a cruel, cruel world

It Burns When We Piss

we as people surround ourselves with pleasure
we as people submerse ourselves with happiness
we as people criticize everything
and never care for anything
we put holes in our chest
where our feelings use to be
and we don't even acknowledge the strangers
on the street
so many people pass their whole day without
acknowledgment
i'll admit, at times it's really not
worth caring for
i find myself talking with strangers
and occasionally making my way away from them
i talk and mumble as i turn my back
and i run from them
the phone never rings
the computer never weeps
and the blank space in my passenger seat
will always be filled
even if it's imaginary...