Mood: The UsualNever ending rain
seeps through the cracks in the walls
flooding the lower floors
turning feet into prunes.
Topsoil all saturated
with months long soak
bedrock to water table
raising the landscape in a parabola
cresting creek into whitewater
pushing rivers past their banks.
I used to like rainy days
such lovely connotations
sleep late
dreams dripping in downpours
that confiscate the soul
and whisk away the dry sarcasm.
Now I dream floating cars
and floating babies,
mold and mildew.
And wake to the same.
Memory so contradictory,
could swear it was never ending drought
plaguing my homeland
denying crops their drinks
not drowning them in it.
They say it happens every hundred years.
Hundred year floods.
Hundred year drought.
Now happens in less than a decade.
W
T
F
I've got scratch paper at the ready
can show the work
gladly
willingly
take a look
believe for one moment
that a virus can take down an elephant
or would you prefer shots of iron?
Mood: The UsualNever ending rain
seeps through the cracks in the walls
flooding the lower floors
turning feet into prunes.
Topsoil all saturated
with months long soak
bedrock to water table
raising the landscape in a parabola
cresting creek into whitewater
pushing rivers past their banks.
I used to like rainy days
such lovely connotations
sleep late
dreams dripping in downpours
that confiscate the soul
and whisk away the dry sarcasm.
Now I dream floating cars
and floating babies,
mold and mildew.
And wake to the same.
Memory so contradictory,
could swear it was never ending drought
plaguing my homeland
denying crops their drinks
not drowning them in it.
They say it happens every hundred years.
Hundred year floods.
Hundred year drought.
Now happens in less than a decade.
W
T
F
I've got scratch paper at the ready
can show the work
gladly
willingly
take a look
believe for one moment
that a virus can take down an elephant
or would you prefer shots of iron?
...Created 2009-10-27 12:56:06
Mood: The UsualSeeking and hiding a new light to master
you'll clamp down your hand now and ensure disaster
thoughts running all rampant like flies on the carcass
you blood drinking hate thinking bringing all darkness
like wise sage say ice age a flicker of madness
you sing now to beggars and bathe in the traffic
and deep in the dark heart a billowing blackness
a smoke filling green killing deafening sadness
you're lying through teeth gums black leaves in the autumn
a muckraking death making beast from the bottom
you lie like the artist the seer the poet
you lie with such ease now you lie and you know it
so calm and so cool with your fake facts and vision
you'll lie to the grave greed green lies now your mission
you weave and deceive you confuse and contort
you're selling your soul with each truth you distort
your greed become hobby your habit you prophet
your market is growing and death be your profit
you'll lie till you die with such cunning such malice
our species survival such threats to your palace
you lie to your sisters your daughters your brothers
your children your nieces your wives and your others
you lie and they die and so long ever after
the world does not end still your death in the rafters
AND bringing such chaos such untold disaster
your lies will define you your death now our answer
Mood: The UsualSeeking and hiding a new light to master
you'll clamp down your hand now and ensure disaster
thoughts running all rampant like flies on the carcass
you blood drinking hate thinking bringing all darkness
like wise sage say ice age a flicker of madness
you sing now to beggars and bathe in the traffic
and deep in the dark heart a billowing blackness
a smoke filling green killing deafening sadness
you're lying through teeth gums black leaves in the autumn
a muckraking death making beast from the bottom
you lie like the artist the seer the poet
you lie with such ease now you lie and you know it
so calm and so cool with your fake facts and vision
you'll lie to the grave greed green lies now your mission
you weave and deceive you confuse and contort
you're selling your soul with each truth you distort
your greed become hobby your habit you prophet
your market is growing and death be your profit
you'll lie till you die with such cunning such malice
our species survival such threats to your palace
you lie to your sisters your daughters your brothers
your children your nieces your wives and your others
you lie and they die and so long ever after
the world does not end still your death in the rafters
AND bringing such chaos such untold disaster
your lies will define you your death now our answer
...Created 2009-10-22 14:24:26
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