Press Men
All the press men talk the same
Same filth from the same drain
Needed is honest legitimacy
where the world is depicted accurately
No more untruths
All this lying is making you media scum busy
your world is making me dizzy
Wisdom
Rotting in a prison
catching flies for religion
eating wings for wisdom
The bars are glooms of hatred thought
The past is shadow
cavernous shadow
The coming is tomorrow
a light to follow
All what happened should not be forgot
Some Say
Some say:
they can remember as if it were yesterday
But in reality:
it was a lifetime absent
Some say:
show your scars
But in reality:
it’s easier to suffer alone
Some say:
peace will be fought for
But in reality:
we need to renounce violence
Some say:
use freedom of speech
But in reality:
we’re bullied into silence
Some say:
get busy living or get busy dying
But in reality:
dying is the default
Some say:
absence makes the heart grow fonder
But in reality:
absence foretells new passion
Some say:
enjoy what’s free in life
But in reality:
freedom costs
No Hidden Meaning
I breathe for everything
yet I need nothing
or reverse to contradict
I’m as cool as can be
vague in disguise
I can’t hide what I appear
To be what I want to be
To be just me
No hidden meaning
To be without reason
I don’t breathe for nothing
yet I don’t need everything
what comes I won’t deny
I look this way because I do
however contrived
just me in florescent socks
One who remained has stopped breathing
the deceased’s memory dies
Inhale for identity
and rise
To be what I want to be
To be just me
No hidden meaning
To be without reason
Bless those that encouraged me
Bless those that cared
Bless those that don’t understand
Bless the one’s that hold my hand
The journey carries on
Idiot
When embracing what evil brings
Deserved are the bitterest things
Good will pity it
Good will tell you you’re an idiot