bought and sold
every square inch
the shoreline weeps
was any of it
ever yours
to begin with?
did the barrel of a gun
lend you a signing bonus
or did your ancestors simply steal to sell?
know your guilt
acknowledge your sins
or not
no matter
mother nature
bought and sold
your moral soul
billions upon billions of years ago
Monday, June 22, 2009
skyline
pillars of industry
captains of the skyline
are you proud?
steel girders
reinforced windows
stretch towards the heavens
did you make your mark?
will time steal your lasting impression astray?
captains of the skyline
are you proud?
steel girders
reinforced windows
stretch towards the heavens
did you make your mark?
will time steal your lasting impression astray?
beach market
feel the sand beneath your toes
is this the reason we came?
or did you just want to browse
the beach market
the summer sun's favorite
meat market
hard-bodies strut up and down the sand
teasing
tantalizing
it's all a rouse
school's out
throw more meat
on the chopping block
are you enticed?
are you intrigued?
or are you just a watcher
mind's eye a camera
keeping storage for more private times?
beach bodies stored
in memory banks
like the meat thrown upon the slab
cold, lifeless, soulless.
merely existing for your enjoyment
for the privacy of cold walls
chills run through the air
preserved, kept pretty and fresh
for your easiest convenience
are you hungry yet?
better run home.
wouldn't want to be caught half mast
with the sails down
or are you the hunter?
do you prefer your meat warm
feel the juices on your tongue
the thrill of the pursuit
the glory of the capture?
maybe you just had a better camouflage
the a stray shot half-inviting glance
what are you waiting for men
posed question for ladies too
to hunt or be hunted
brave the risk of failure
or protect fragile egos
take a chance
make your move
the prey is not waiting for you
is this the reason we came?
or did you just want to browse
the beach market
the summer sun's favorite
meat market
hard-bodies strut up and down the sand
teasing
tantalizing
it's all a rouse
school's out
throw more meat
on the chopping block
are you enticed?
are you intrigued?
or are you just a watcher
mind's eye a camera
keeping storage for more private times?
beach bodies stored
in memory banks
like the meat thrown upon the slab
cold, lifeless, soulless.
merely existing for your enjoyment
for the privacy of cold walls
chills run through the air
preserved, kept pretty and fresh
for your easiest convenience
are you hungry yet?
better run home.
wouldn't want to be caught half mast
with the sails down
or are you the hunter?
do you prefer your meat warm
feel the juices on your tongue
the thrill of the pursuit
the glory of the capture?
maybe you just had a better camouflage
the a stray shot half-inviting glance
what are you waiting for men
posed question for ladies too
to hunt or be hunted
brave the risk of failure
or protect fragile egos
take a chance
make your move
the prey is not waiting for you
dance with the devil
who thought wisdom could come
from the mouth of a demon?
slick attire
dressed to the nines
fresh pressed suit
dapper as a don
mafioso love
kind courtesy of tokyo
only i can see his eyes
across the tracks
steel lines
punctuated by wood and twin
drawn in what was once sand
does he wait for a train,
or is a coffin his next stop
velvet seat lined in satin
encased in the finest maple
no cost spared for the king of lost souls
who knew death carried such hefty price tag
no matter
no price too costly for the wicked
our eyes lock
my heart drops
slideshows behind my eyes
my sins transcribed
iridescent lights
either side of the line
bright white on mine,
sickly yellow across
tracks became a river
red as the blood in my veins
darker than the night greeting my face
his traveling companion
graced his company
dress slit down the sides
jade dragon breathes flames to sun scorched thighs
velveteen legs
hourglass shape
the fruit may seem
oh so sweet
but what lies between those thighs
will cost a man his life
three hands cut through the night
to a purse, a pocket
a cigarette tucked behind an ear
they beckon me closer
should i cross the line?
flames produced in the dark of night
yet no lighter in sight
three faces lean into the flame
simultaneously breathe in deep
new battle line drawn
i'm alone on the platform
cigarette eloquently placed at the tips of two fingers
long, self satisfied drags
shoot me down
for i am the unholy trinity
i remain smooth
as the smoke sucked through my lips
desperado, vixen, lost soul
the trinity of hyperbole
are you what you sell?
are you hiding behind dead eyes?
asleep behind the wheel
drowning underwater
the train will take me to warmer climates
a cold heart in the sun
unflappable
indescribable
undefeated
in his mind
can you penetrate me?
or is my shell too perfectly contrived
nine letter in a name
or three sheets to the wind
take me away
to spread the seeds
of life yet unrealized
the light is bearing down
i challenge the track
from the mouth of a demon?
slick attire
dressed to the nines
fresh pressed suit
dapper as a don
mafioso love
kind courtesy of tokyo
only i can see his eyes
across the tracks
steel lines
punctuated by wood and twin
drawn in what was once sand
does he wait for a train,
or is a coffin his next stop
velvet seat lined in satin
encased in the finest maple
no cost spared for the king of lost souls
who knew death carried such hefty price tag
no matter
no price too costly for the wicked
our eyes lock
my heart drops
slideshows behind my eyes
my sins transcribed
iridescent lights
either side of the line
bright white on mine,
sickly yellow across
tracks became a river
red as the blood in my veins
darker than the night greeting my face
his traveling companion
graced his company
dress slit down the sides
jade dragon breathes flames to sun scorched thighs
velveteen legs
hourglass shape
the fruit may seem
oh so sweet
but what lies between those thighs
will cost a man his life
three hands cut through the night
to a purse, a pocket
a cigarette tucked behind an ear
they beckon me closer
should i cross the line?
flames produced in the dark of night
yet no lighter in sight
three faces lean into the flame
simultaneously breathe in deep
new battle line drawn
i'm alone on the platform
cigarette eloquently placed at the tips of two fingers
long, self satisfied drags
shoot me down
for i am the unholy trinity
i remain smooth
as the smoke sucked through my lips
desperado, vixen, lost soul
the trinity of hyperbole
are you what you sell?
are you hiding behind dead eyes?
asleep behind the wheel
drowning underwater
the train will take me to warmer climates
a cold heart in the sun
unflappable
indescribable
undefeated
in his mind
can you penetrate me?
or is my shell too perfectly contrived
nine letter in a name
or three sheets to the wind
take me away
to spread the seeds
of life yet unrealized
the light is bearing down
i challenge the track
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
gimme shelter
Did you see it?
or were you sleeping
lightning painted across a moonless sky
cracks in the pavement
echoed across the midnight black
the canvas across which
nature paints her nightly Mona Lisa
the car is filled with smoke
nature's herb
rolled and smoked
in the face of the storm's fury
the despair of art
transcribed on paper
dare not walk the streets
will you melt?
houses, like faces of humans cowardice
unflinching
unfettered
somewhere artificial light
pierces the eyes of mother nature
have we conquered her
or is her rook moving to checkmate
will she conquer us
we are the streamlined dinosaurs
extinction in disguise
did you think you were safe?
it's darker in your shelter
devoid of natural light
bathe in your artificial illumination
light insincere as the tan of your skin
enjoy your artificial existence
immerse yourself in your fluorocarbons
it's only going to be your ice age
i am happier outside
a single cell
laying on a garden bench
the cleansing water
suffusion of the consumerist sins
i commit on a nightly basis
me and myself wander
a cleansing stroll
in the middle of suburban asphalt
all our problems
washed away
gone in an instant
nature's redemption
the crack of the lightning
the rumble of thunder
the trickle of the rain
down the nape of my neck
our manifested being
is nothing more than
a contrived yearning for control
in a world where we have anything but
we will be shaken off
nothing more than coherent influenza
nature washes our
collective commercial sins
into the proverbial gutter
wake up
we are the disease
nature holds the vaccine
just embrace the needle
or were you sleeping
lightning painted across a moonless sky
cracks in the pavement
echoed across the midnight black
the canvas across which
nature paints her nightly Mona Lisa
the car is filled with smoke
nature's herb
rolled and smoked
in the face of the storm's fury
the despair of art
transcribed on paper
dare not walk the streets
will you melt?
houses, like faces of humans cowardice
unflinching
unfettered
somewhere artificial light
pierces the eyes of mother nature
have we conquered her
or is her rook moving to checkmate
will she conquer us
we are the streamlined dinosaurs
extinction in disguise
did you think you were safe?
it's darker in your shelter
devoid of natural light
bathe in your artificial illumination
light insincere as the tan of your skin
enjoy your artificial existence
immerse yourself in your fluorocarbons
it's only going to be your ice age
i am happier outside
a single cell
laying on a garden bench
the cleansing water
suffusion of the consumerist sins
i commit on a nightly basis
me and myself wander
a cleansing stroll
in the middle of suburban asphalt
all our problems
washed away
gone in an instant
nature's redemption
the crack of the lightning
the rumble of thunder
the trickle of the rain
down the nape of my neck
our manifested being
is nothing more than
a contrived yearning for control
in a world where we have anything but
we will be shaken off
nothing more than coherent influenza
nature washes our
collective commercial sins
into the proverbial gutter
wake up
we are the disease
nature holds the vaccine
just embrace the needle
storm #2
can you feel it?
the rain matting your hair to your forehead
the insignificance of our exsistance
every lamp you light
every kilowatt of power
surging through wires
twined behind the brick
hidden by the drywall
it could be wiped out
in an instant
the storm will stay
four A.M.
are you sleeping?
you're missing the real power
the metaphor
the allegory
the intangible
it flowed through Malcom's veins
fed the fury of King's heart
the honor of Lincoln
the determination of Milk
an almagation
of everything mankind
is destined
to never achieve
the beauty
the power
the glory
your money
is
useless
your prestige
does not exsist
stand in awe
of the lightning arc
this is what you crave
this is the power
you
will
never
channel
the calm will come
this intensity
this passionate display
this is what nature thinks
of your "art"
earth's abstract masterpiece
you cannot create this
sit back
appreciate
respect
your so called
"control"
Relinquish it
you have none
in the face
of the storm
the storm
metaphor
your life
you chose this
you chose art over money
Hollywood
Cannot
Create
This
Money
Cannot
Buy
Truth
Embrace
Your Art
This Is Your
Inspiration
This Is Your
Integrity
THIS
IS
REAL
Draw it
Describe it
Film it
Capture it
you call yourself an artist
the universe
earth
nature
gave you a canvas
do
not
let
it
slip
through
your
grasp
the rain matting your hair to your forehead
the insignificance of our exsistance
every lamp you light
every kilowatt of power
surging through wires
twined behind the brick
hidden by the drywall
it could be wiped out
in an instant
the storm will stay
four A.M.
are you sleeping?
you're missing the real power
the metaphor
the allegory
the intangible
it flowed through Malcom's veins
fed the fury of King's heart
the honor of Lincoln
the determination of Milk
an almagation
of everything mankind
is destined
to never achieve
the beauty
the power
the glory
your money
is
useless
your prestige
does not exsist
stand in awe
of the lightning arc
this is what you crave
this is the power
you
will
never
channel
the calm will come
this intensity
this passionate display
this is what nature thinks
of your "art"
earth's abstract masterpiece
you cannot create this
sit back
appreciate
respect
your so called
"control"
Relinquish it
you have none
in the face
of the storm
the storm
metaphor
your life
you chose this
you chose art over money
Hollywood
Cannot
Create
This
Money
Cannot
Buy
Truth
Embrace
Your Art
This Is Your
Inspiration
This Is Your
Integrity
THIS
IS
REAL
Draw it
Describe it
Film it
Capture it
you call yourself an artist
the universe
earth
nature
gave you a canvas
do
not
let
it
slip
through
your
grasp
storm #1
Feel It
embrace nature
hear her all around you
the rain is on your face
but you can't see past the trees
deep black against electric blue
the cacophony of the drops
turn off the radio
feel it motherfucker
turn off the lights
she gave you
something to behold
turn off the tv
this
is
the
SHOW!!!!!
embrace nature
hear her all around you
the rain is on your face
but you can't see past the trees
deep black against electric blue
the cacophony of the drops
turn off the radio
feel it motherfucker
turn off the lights
she gave you
something to behold
turn off the tv
this
is
the
SHOW!!!!!
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