Monday, May 25, 2009


kill for a thrill
kill for a chill
doesn't that make you ill?
to think that a kid would even think 
that to be like that he's gotta have a shank
something you'd expect in a prison
not a seventh grader
well, why don't i catch you later?
something the matter?
why do you think i run as your teeth chatter?
doesn't it give chills
to think that your own self is ready to kill
and you claim that your in it for a thrill
spice and dice and slice
but i can see that everything ain't all rosy and nice
perhaps we can be just as nice
blame the parents
better to just eat your carrots
eye-sight will make you a better killer anyways
i've seen what you think it is to be mean
and i've seen the ways you walk and what you mean
and how you think you're all over this scene
maybe just take a step
and see the vast void over which you've leapt
from childhood to the world of men
but i bet that's really what you wanted in the end
when all you've ever learnt is how to make a good friend
but will they really be there for you in the end?
those with their flashing clothes
and the way that they talk and the way they all know
now maybe i'm sad that the shape that you're in
might have to do with the shade of your skin
but somehow i don't think it has everything to do with why you're in
honesty and modesty
are not counted as goals
where the ice in your heart is as black as coals
but maybe more along the lines of prosperity
but how you got there needs some clarity
when all the world you've seen is just a fallacy

When the Lights Go Out

they put granny on a bus to nowhere
empty seats and foreign apolstery
all the words reserved for mental health facility
don't you wanna just join in the fantasy?
but in reality, it's just granny
taking a ride with her man just cause she can
the wind from the window just making her hair blow
as she sits and thinks about why she has to go
the hospital looms ever present in her recent memory
its prison like walls surrounding her with anger and jealousy
the grandkids, forgotten like broken china dishes
all those dreams can just go swim with the fishes
they put granny on a bus to nowhere
where's she gonna go if not there?
in her place there's gonna be another
whose grandkids neglect and smother
their love so fleeting that you wonder if they ever had a mother
to teach them the ways of the world and some others
but god knows the freedom beckons
and how freedom of choice is a better reckon
maybe their parents weren't even there to reconcile
the ways in which they left them while
they spent their own time in a place out of mine
those drunks in park knocked out from wine
while somewhere in the back of their minds
they know they should be at home
caring for the baby they like to call their own
when really it's granny who's doing it alone
her worn out frame carrying all that pain
that her kids never managed to shed
no matter how much blood they saw bled
cause sometimes what you think can teach really just goes to your head
in place of that honesty
they put a fake world of hilarity
high smiles and drunken whiles are the only thing left for their disparity
money vanishing faster than a magician on speed
they work too hard to get the fix they need
the kids wrapped in granny's arms 
hoping to protect them from harm
she can't be the answer to all hate's charms
they put granny on a bus to nowhere
once upon a time youth smiled on her
the now glazed eyes of her beloved fixed with hers
he seemed so much better
but that's what life is, isn't it?
change is natural
though we like to think it's controllable
with our various drugs instead of kisses and hugs
we blind the mind instead of teaching what way to find
ain't it a crime?
they put granny on a bus to nowhere
someday, she hopes 
those undeserving little sh_ts will look back and smile
for once appreciation show in their eyes
something they didn't know the really meaning of
because they were already gone from the reach of her love
something she couldn't deal with or thought she was above
not that it's her fault
she tried the best she could for run times two
when those who weren't supposed to let her down
decided to let their responsibilities drown
and hope that all they'd get from her was a demand and a frown
but sadly their immature minds are just too blind
to know that those they hurt the most
are those they hoped they could keep close
kids aren't kids anymore
they grew up, after giving up
because there wasn't anything left for them to reach up
they put granny on a bus to nowhere
because those little sh_ts wanted her there

Friday, May 22, 2009

Magic Carpet

i've got this magic carpet,
and all you've got to do is ride it,
ride it, ride it
cuz when you think you're falling, it'll just take you higher
way up above the city skyline
the boulevards and seaside
perfect squared concrete and shops
throngs pushing through all the bus stops
loud cries and banter abound
the population continually rising
imagination searching and divining
all they can see from the sky so high
everything hide to just a plain eye
away, up high
the distractions dissipate into space

Sunday, May 17, 2009


long black rollers
crashing against the barren shoreline
the parade of the dead passes by 
mourners shrouded within their own misery
they carry the heavy burden left by the deceased
bells ring above the modern churchyard
not so long ago something much different would have occurred
the missionary priest greets the tragic party
behind they drag the wooden coffin
house of the dead
for there his spirit will reside forever in the arms of god
the sun breaks through the morning fog and climbs
to its mid-day resting place above the evergreen mountains
gladly heavens rays shine down from above onto the sinners
the throng presses itself into the minute wooden church
built to hold fifty at capacity
but the fire marshall is not here to observe and demand
children talk loudly in their high-pitched voices 
many do not realize the gravity of the events before them
the choir begins to sing 
as many force themselves into the little worn building
a man attempts to open the windows
but stops when he realizes they have been painted shut
the spirit house
the mourners pass on their sadness through the ceremony
gently they lower him into the ground
his final resting place