Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Question Everything (Or Shut Up And Be A Victim Of Authority)

Ocean floor
Body's torn
Is it shark
Or is it me ?

Brutality
By tyranny
Is it legal
Or is this just what it is ?

Raining germs
Toxic in bloom
Are we the ones spreading disease ?

Perpetual Inequality
Genocide thriving
Or is this just status quo ?

Pseudo liberal garbage
Dimwit conservatism
Is it all the same ?

Men are from Mars
Women are from Venus
Is this not blatant sexism ?

Flowers for you my love
Dirty jokes too
Is this love or just a sexual fantasy ?

Media weds Advertising
You're "COOL" if you listen to Radiohead
Is this organized brainwashing?

Question everything
Or Shut Up and be a victim of authority

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Shock Therapy

Start the generator
This one's gonna hurt
Light up all the power
Electrons are gonna spurt
Rage will fill the fire
Poison in the seas
Your head will feel like fire
You'll remember everything
Start the heart attack machine
This one's gonna kill
Light up all the switches
Your pulse is gonna scream
Fever will plague your mind
Temperature rising
Your soul will be paralyzed
You'll hate everything
This is Shock Therapy
Inhuman disease
This is Shock Therapy
Doctor, i'd like to see you try it

Monday, April 20, 2015

Drops

Somewhere back in time, the mind blossoms
Hopes to forward in decay
Some flowers died, but the petals suffer

Horizons of love float through the ocean
Hoping to finally meet
Some waves were optimistic, others waved goodbye

Lies in the news print, the pen weakens
Hopes to be stronger than the sword
Some words never make it, they only die

Headache in my mind, now starts to rationalize
Hoping to spit out all the chaos
Some drops are as big as rainfall

The Rainbow Song

Red, like a riding hood
The wolf still needs some food

Orange, like a lion's mane
Rule the world, kill and avenge

Yellow, well how are you?
Love to take you out on a boat cruise

Green, like a plant in need
Smoke me, smoke me, smoke me

Blue, like a TARDIS (*) moves
Outer space and back to earth

Violet, so damn violent
Never gonna make it to a T-Shirt

Indigo, never really cared for you
And now this rainbow's out of tune

(*) Time And Relative Dimension In Space

Friday, April 17, 2015

Screen

The shadow of the flame
Flickers in the light of the concrete tar
The froth and the foam
Cascades in the brook of the reflecting glass
I am just inches away
On a stool raised high
Looking far and wide
Into the open sky

The man in the oversized coat
Tries to hide his feelings for the woman
She sits and smokes all alone
She has a tan on her finger where once was worn a ring
They are just inches away
On a bed raised high
Looking far and wide
Into the open screen