Day: November 24, 2008

liars world

poetry

these are the liars rules
you must put on the liar shoes
learn to lie like us liars do
walk the path we made for you
the quandry of freedom understood
but we keep it like any liar should
in the shadows no passerby could
see our eyes under our liars hood
a liar can bend what’s in the light
any decent liar knows the liars might
that could take the day into the night
infecting everything in the liars sight
the liars spread throughout the land
and no one dares to lay a hand
on the liars lines, drawn in the sand
but what you can’t do, a liar can
no one can know what a liar sees
the words he speaks carry his disease
all the liars wonder who the liars could be
it must be you, it surely can’t be me
in the liars soul is a black hole
that is eating up everything we know
this liars world is growing cold
with these liars rules, etched in stone

conservatum in memoriā

poetry

upon the cusp of morning
lies my awakening
my time of revelation
my time to light the torch
to guide, to lead myself through my time
my scale has no differing weights
the lodestone knows no black nor white
only what is before it
through the brightening storms and icy breaths
I do not wade, but open my eyes
to see not water, not lies
but truth, the timeless battle
there is no water
that is more pure than fire
that is less pure than fire
no darkness is devoid of light

black and white

poetry

this city white

as the moon rears
its glowing head for the
first time in months
hours before the sun
will see the light of
day we drag our feet
through streets of coal
breathing the toxic
air as we run full speed
chasing the exhaust of
this bus in front of us on

these streets so gold

grease covered gloves of
white hold hands fixing
rust and old metal fused
to plastic pass by our acid
leaking batteries we neutralize
with the coke we drank
for lunch the same coke
which failed to neutralize
the chicken fat covered
patty of cow meet we

devoured this place

decay

poetry

smell it all the damn time
in the gutters of the streets
in the hallways
in my room
smell it all the god damned time
the decay
creeping into your head
to my head
follows me all the time
like a shadow
or a bruise
manic and inviting
follows me all the god damned time
creeping into my sheets
fowling up my room
the stench that follows me
talks to me all the time
it’s voice a shiver
down my spine
all the time
oh all the god damned time
hiding around corners
and mirrors
and monitors
and pictures
or thin air
the smell of decay