Lo Alas Loneliness Encrypt my heart From all the lies Malicious hacks Injecting pins in Plur attacks Controlling + Alt-shifted minds That place I know I am reminded Of you And I Am unrequited Still life It goes With booming silence That light That love That caused the violence That's not me I am the silence I surf through wind I soar with lions Still all my life I witness Nothing Blood Spill from my heart My crimson shining Armor lay beside it Quiet Still life On it goes In episodes No heart decrypting In fear our fear begets Compromising love to death
I can see her; kissing now. My Melita; buzzing round. In the country, In the town, In the streets, And on the ground. On the subway, In the suburbs. Skipping supper; Back street clubber. Just a number. Body of stats, Sizes, Dimensions, Hobbies. Pride; Absentia. Lies she said, And I believed them. Yeah? Did I believed them? Yeah. She did too; Watching me receive them. Not well. She buzzed away, Asked if I could leave her. Not today, I chased, Now I still can't see her. Now I'm still left waiting. Thoughts of honey, And my Melita.
The Sophist speaks of years forlorn. Breathing in the ears of corn. "What mercy does a savage make? What pity do the foolish take? They take one step, and nothing more." The Sophist speaks of emeralds. So green and dope for sure. So dope! So dope, Oh, And Green! For sure... Found but lost before, Lost for all eternity, Now He's found for sure. The Sophist still confused by waves, Playing seashells on the shore. Scarcely eats, Softly prays, The Sophist sings in uniform.
Languish and pine farcically. Anguish behind bars I speaked. Sleep, breathe, and piss poetic imagery. Retards stillborn incestuously, then beaten. Death of a feeble pure breed, bleeding. Derelict to think souls leave and vanish. Remembrance lacking evilly. Evanescence; Drowning of a water lily.
Seal sutured my soul; To a body- a home. Come help make me whole. Self life spent alone. Warm bed 'side a warmer throne, Bed heats by its own. Ten times two is four. Ten times lack of effort, All effort is poor. Tax taken from pews, Poor unfortunate two, Camels; too large crew. To dust grind my bones, Tear open by strings my heart, Seal sutured my soul.
No bulwark for a king's depression, But bulwarks for a king, Homework is a learned obsession, But bulls work for a king. Dogmatic in a weird direction; Every single thing is, Worthless upon first conception, But the first born of the king isn't.
Throw your freedom to the wind; Enslaved to throw again. So intelligent he looks, Though even though he sinned, This man you would defend. Written in the books, Vices will be trimmed, Virtuosity amended, Sheet of truth been shook, Giving common men their wings, Free to fly ahead, Travel on by hook or crook, Approve or you rescind, Find your freedom in your music, Letting go of other things.
Decay and the rifle alone. Censored by Gods as cold winter snow passes men stuck in glop as it blows. Who knows? What the fuck does a soul call a home? Accepting ideals without gloves being shown. Refuting belief but still knowing that something transcends all of time, space, math, and the know-how. Gloating but feeling in pain for lost souls turned wayward, corrupt, or depraved by the fallout. Take it in, as it turns out, by talking in strides with the crowds. Softly speak glop when it counts. Slowly speak up, and never speak out.
New day intrinsically. Prone intrinsic sleep, A world so strange, It mocks the sane, Or so it seems to be, As two arrange for three, Plan the day, Hours wane, So one can live in peace, Intrinsic wake so suddenly, Search for cables in a rage, Time is locked away. Twenty minutes after three, Moon falls soon from the trees, Longing for to stay, Now not time for play, I clean myself and peace, Work for eight or so at least, Bike home, Bus if there is rain, Smoke a bowl then meditate, One by one prepare the feast. Deranged I aim to vaguely please, People bitching in my face, Keeping up a steady pace, Intrinsically return to sleep, New days for eternity.
Everyone is so depressed, Though no one likes a downer, As such casts frowns upon the Frowner, And thus becoming frowns themselves, Lusting after laughter, Mad and frown obsessed, Coat the world in spite of love or hate, Diethyl Ether, If I entertain the hatred one more hour, I may get a bullet in my chest. If I entertain my love for higher power, I may still get a bullet in my chest. Though no one likes a downer, I'll admit that I'm depressed, I wish I could be smart and know it all, But I'll confess; I'm not, and I don't. Thus I walk unto another test, Often times my thoughts are downers, This is why I acquiesce.
Bulwark for a king's depression, Surely there is not. Within the vast divine impressions, Introspective thought. A cirque carved in a sick obsession, Leaves a body fraught. Torn apart from mind's aggression Coldness forced astop.
See World will fall when we all, See a rope in a reptile, Idealize walls in a jail cell, Bear witness to false accusation of fraud, See prophets as wrong, See essences in every object apart, Bear witness to art manifesting itself, Square of a ball, See ourselves as a witness, Never abroad, Forever in transit through cosmos with thoughts that material objects transcend even God. "But what if I'm God?" God transcends all, You're an ignorant clod, Appendage at best, Syllogistically flawed, Essentially fraught, Logistically faulty. God can be everyone without everyone God, Frogs are all animals (not all animals frogs).