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| Oceana 4/12/97 Calm sea of Hazel love. Have you seen that pity dove? And can you hear the tide of love? Down there and up above. My heart will burn, no matter what I try. Insides awfully churn, how many times I die. Can you heal this, touch of your hand. How do you always slip away, like sand, Enraptured in your eyes, I felt warmth. And strength, trust, a form of forever. Lo and behold, I saw you being you. Down beneath the lakeshore tide. Over where things continuously hide. Where does your love keep itself? Now tell the end of the story. So many ways, have I not felt love… Sillie Fancies 4/17/97 How many bubbles, did you blow, That got to hold hands with the stars? How many dreams, have you dreamt, That weren’t dreams at all? How many times have you wished, Only to have it come true. How many bubbles did you blow, That swirled, changed colors, Blew to the ground, an popped… Before your innocent hoping smile? How many dreams, have you dreamt, That slithered, faded away… As you pulled steadily into your bed. Beneath you innocent happy smile? How many times have you wished, And watched your penny fall Sink into the murk, never to show again… Before you innocent hoping smile? How many time, did you throw your bubble wand, Watch it collect dirt in your yard? How many dreams, have you broken, Pounded your fists fruitlessly against the bed sheets? How many times have you stared into the well, And shoved your penny back into your pocket, remembering the last time. How many bubbles, dreams, and wishes? Overlooking (Individuality) 97 Down in the dirt streets I see the best people. Sharing, serving, nurturing people. True-blue all the way through. Reach out and touch our friends. I can see them, love them too. Can understand their points of view. Too many underestimate those few. Tell me why I’m wrong. Wrong to the point of hiding. On my life, I swear the facts. Zebra stripes can’t really hide. Every true you, deep inside. Running through, every neuron. On the deadly, hush subject. To do what I can, Whatever I am. On the surface Little differences In between. Faces change and melt. Everything, ending the same. E-Vade 4/22/97 Dig it baby, crazy bop forever. A form of peppy jazz, Very hip, to boil the blood. Emery board of Go-go tee. For horns, for trumpets, for basses too. Is it instinctive, or learned this beauty. So lovely in the crazy coffee hut, Café of the works. Here, you find the loveliest of all. Emery board of Go-go tee. Raping, me of me. Lost in the jazz that holds my soul. In the end, it turns to solid gold. Those blips and beeps, send me to heaven. Eyes in the skies, feet shuffle, on the floor. I’ll suck and blow, in the dark. Never letting the rhythms end. Escape to dig, that crazy bop forever. A Dedicated Ample Machine 4/26/97 I felt your touch, upon my heart. Sending me to violet trembles. First time, no pain did start. At least no pain that hurt. I felt a something, that was so strong. As it burrowed, deeper. I never knew it could last so long. I never knew how it felt, A touch upon my heart you gave. And my life, you did save. A life that was so soon to ending, A life, that needed mending. And thanks to a touch. A warm gentle touch, Everything else, seemed like nothing. Burning that touch, Into my nerves. Staring it in my mind. Your touch on my heart. Dear Friend, Your touch. One of a kind. Mental Cosmos 97 In this world, I feel so alone. Alone in my shell. By myself and prone. I lay in my bedroom Stare at the stars. Watch the comets zoom. Stare at the planet mars. Think of the nothing. What we all equal out there. But how it all means something When you think about back here. So insignificant, so all alone. I want to cry, I want to hide away. So raw and beaten, to the bone. On my quiet bed I lay. Looking in that giant, vast night sky. All alone, Alone, and prone. How I want to cry. Hide and Seek 97 The way I saw the rain fall Tears sliding in small rivulets Roll and fall, slide and run. Down and down, easy slide. My face is cold, shoulder to the wind, Cheeks, freezingly watching the rain fall. World’s Lesson 3/21/97 People always tell me How wrong I really am. What I do, How I look. I shouldn’t expect to be excepted. Between every nook In every place I go. They tell me that I’m wrong. The way you feel is completely unnatural The way you look is different. You shouldn’t try to break the mold You should stay within its’ confines, They scold. Hit me hard, if betrayal be true. Bounce around inside the roles. Society has so carefully constructed So nicely, so thoughtfully. Laying out the plans. That ruin ones individualism. Kills their potentially fertile thoughts. Crushes it beneath bootheels. Grinding millions self-esteem down. People always tell me How wrong I really am. I recant, by asking of truth. How are they so sure of unnatural? Sure of what is different? I provoke society to inturn provoke. By not knowing what they mean. For when something is labeled Different, I simply ask questions. Having never lost curiosity, In that to which I don’t comply. Society doesn’t take the time. To learn of the human experience. They judge, they kill. Not identifying first. I feel so lost, within this world, Am I the only one to understand, No. But am the only one with a voice here. The others have all lost it in childhood, Believing themselves different. Trusting themselves unnatural. Crawling, returning to the Molded wombs. Where they were meant to stay. So says society… Dominion 3/21/97 I had a dream one night A hope I guess you could call it. Everyone thought completely. And lived in a certain peace. All the passion, that ever existed Shattered, and spread into The worlds greatest heart. Making everyone feel. Feel way down deep. They felt within their souls. Before; if, thinking with their minds. No one judged anyone, by the Shapes their body formed. They loved for the negative space Where you can see the soul. I walked among this land Seeing no oppression, war or emptiness. All the creative energies in time, Gathering into a giant puddle. That drown everyone in this Electric passion. I woke up the next moment, My dream a pile under the mattress. In the dirty dank rooms, Where I was pushed. The room that was filled with cobwebs. The things that I once believed dangling in them, No longer living. The people always hate, This is their passion, This is their desire. To hate and oppress, and Pillage. Rape us of our own Intelligence. Love is just a four letter word. Being assimilated with such as Hate, Dead, Gone. All these things Fuck you up. When they wreck your head. Deflate the possibilities. Hang your cobwebs high To stop you from reaching them. To keep you from yourself. Generation X 1/13/97 Everyway I turn, All I feel is spurn All I can do is yearn. I wonder why I see life In such a different light. Everyone, drown in strife. Blinders, limit sight. Can we all just live together Over the world, breathe together. Nullifying hate, repossessing unjust. Fill it up with passionate love. Up and up with lustrous lust. So you see, the world in blood. Insides, covered, and caked with mud. Only those enlightened; meth. Never given a chance Heaved upon, the pile of death. Ever forgotten, ever pushed back; dance. Till the end of time, needing nurture. Ending in a special way Revitalizing society Ones who change the world today. Who can change the light. With which I see the world. Taking al of their might. To make the planet Diverse, colors swirled. Confession 1/20/97 So I thought you were beautiful, How can’t you believe me? Anyway, why does it matter. Nothing ever matter’s here, with me. Now that I thought you were beautiful. On the other hand, its true. Now listen, it’s only true. I thought you were so charming So very very interesting. Simply beautiful, elegant. On the other hand, its true. So I thought you were beautiful, Envy of the bluest moon. Xylophone of the golden era. Yes, I thought you were beautiful PARANOIA! 1/3/97 I curl, quietly into fetal position. Silently, under the covers I can hear them, their waiting for me. To peek out, or loudly breath. They sabotage, the electricity. Hide beneath my bed. I can hear their footsteps Creeping across the floor. I cry out, for some help, Anyone who can make them disappear. Rip their shadows from the walls. No one listens, no one comes. So, I lay in bed, Beneath the hiding, hidden covers. Sonnet #2 1/14/97 I can see my lover over there Wink and nod in the bright twilight. A touch of heat, it does spare Just a moment, breathe in the sight. I tast the scent, lap up the smell. Silky brush of satin lace One day, my future it does tell. Tell my of a special place; Domination, blazingly rough, Passiveness, a sweet dull beat. All the bleeding, turns it tough. A wonderful little, love treat. The new realization, I am to make Better, so better, is to make. Jelly Electricity 1/14/97 Face of angelic, beauteous quality. In the reserve, society pushed. Null and void, life at all. Girls who hide, deep away. Energy that electrically sparks. Road of worth, place of trust Finish the others, in their place. Under the black, dark shadows. Couldn’t you tell, their potential. Knowingly, pushing them in the corner Maybe forget them, for awhile. Envy in their wombs. Sight Of Anguished Beauty 8/8/95 Hidden roses, Dappled in dew. Kept far inside. Not shown. Everblinding beauty radiates Pure images Contained within. Petals fall away, One at a time Revealing sweet core Secret kiss of Honey-like nectar. Being housed in felt petals and supported by endowed stem. Makes the center An even more wonderful, And seldomly seen sight. Away 95 Cool green, Underlying frigid ground. Warm night air circulating… One becomes two, Slippery grays wash away. The cool green breaking them apart. Breaking their little heart, Which beats together… Slippery grays wash away. The seedling love, Barely grown… Hardly known. The bright little flames peer from above. Slippery grays wash away. The spoken words Are not enough, It is too tough. They fly away on a breeze, like the sunny birds. One become two. Slippery grays wash away. Stormy Soul 95 Rivets of destruction Flow, creating spirals of scarlet. Droplets fall, ruby tears. Black gaps, slivers of death. Stains of ruination. Defensive armor shattered. Faded strength, Giving way to Powerful weakness. Those ruby tears flow Silently weaving their way To the dark forest, Forest that shelters the soul. Open glade, revealing its glow. Deceiving glow, Allowing the scarlet spirals in, To break the soul, Let the soul cry. Horrifying thunder. Forgotten Memories 95 Incantation of warmth Lack of Love Outforth of self-murder. Violent flesh, Embedded powerlessness Crush at once. Hurt and anguish, At every glance. Detrimental relations Making powerful expectations. Inside this Jester’s soul, Crushed by deliverance. Heavy sighs, Encased in darkness. Amber jealously Lasting eternally Damned to live in constant Opulence. Watery grave. Negative loneliness. Surrounds me in the last instant. Delicate Delusions 95 I can feel the burning Warm touches all around. Just one look, a steel yearning Everywhere I here the sound. Still, here I sit alone. You don’t comprehend. From my lips, tormented moan. Love, to you I lend. I think about you. All the time. But do you have a clue? Even as you read this heartfelt rhyme? Manic Depression 5/12/97 Many tear, graced my cheeks And many nights, gone no sleep. Niche in the scheme, I had none. I sat and tried, to rock away the pain. Can you imagine a world full of fright? Deep within, I dreamt so deep. Empty hole, empty soul. Prone to everything, prone to much. Ruined heart, bruised mind. Everyone can see through me. So thin an aura, so thin a mask. So many people have broken me. Inside I see myself, I sit and rock. On my lips, the words of wonder. Now I wonder, wander within. Sonnet #4 5/12/97 A rose had never bloomed so fast. As it has faded away. A long last look, into the past. Can cause said rose to stay Fresh and full, full of life. It’s petals glisten of dew. It’s stem cut bitterly, with a knife. Blood turns black, blood turn blue. A limp, fragile rose, That can live forever an always. Frozen, still-life pose. There for many dark days. I has bloomed, it has gone. And how, never truly done. A Rose For Brian 5/16/97 I tell you baby, I’ll dig you till the end. I dig the way, within the mind. A life connects, life that bends. Moves with a boppy jazz. It twists and turns around awhile. I can move, it can jet. The life shoots off, like a star. It’s better to look at what you get. Stare at your mind, Held in your hand. Look for everything you can find. I tell you baby, I’ll dig you till the end. I dig the way, the way you are. A way to begin, a way to end. You see nothing good, Only bad, and true it is with me. I can see the good in you It’s not to hard, to hard to see. I soak up the feelings, A sponge for you. I know those feelings, I really do. I tell you baby, I’ll dig you till the end. I want to switch roles, and be a friend. I dig you more, than I can write. It’s impossible for me to try. I dig you more and more each day. I dig you more and more every way. Do you get it baby? Do you understand? I’ve gone longer, than I’d planned. One last thing, I need to mend. I tell you baby, I’ll dig you till the end. 3 Steps to Suicide 5/20/97 There isn’t a point to life, Day in and out I die, Just a little more. Today my heart committed suicide. It caved in. An attempt to hide. An attempt to hide its sin, It killed itself, it died. My heart grabbed a knife, from my soul. And fulfilled its final goal. Slit its own throat, blood Choked in its hatred, drown in mud. I could feel this dramatic display When my heart committed suicide, today. There isn’t a point to life, Day in and out I die Just a little more. Yesterday my blood turned black. The disease infested my vein From inside my brain. First destroying, then growing. It didn’t put up a fight. It didn’t try with any might. My blood just gave up, knowing happiness never was. All a fake buzz. I could see this weak display When my blood turned black yesterday. There isn’t a point to life, Day in and out I die, Just a little more. Tomorrow my brain will rot. It will crush, change color. Away, my thoughts to smother. Make itself a soupy mess. Escape from this horrible world. It won’t cry in distress. It won’t worry or get deferred. I will breathe no more, Covered in dirt. I’ll hear this tale of sorrow When my brain rots tomorrow. |
Sonnet #5 5/23/97 Souls can morph, become together. And then one within a few. Sadness becomes light, as a feather. And the life force is truly true. You can have, a certain happiness found. In a certain difficult way. Until even, buried in the ground. You’ll find a soul, that day. Souls can melt, become a one. Become one, with a special heart. A one that can never be truly done. A sourness far less, far from tart. A few could become a one. Nothing is lost, nor won. Sonnet #6 5/23/97 To have a dream, of eternal darkness. Find a worth, within the black. Hide yourself, behind such darkness. Hidden deep, within the crack. I taste the pain, I love the rust. I smell the blood, I hate the me. I linger in the rain, I feel I must. Though I can even always see. That dream of dark, lucid and real. A spire of intricacy, A spire of art. I could reach out and touch the nothing, feel. I refuse to simply sit, and play my part. I can hide on such dark shore. As in any number of meaningless scores. Questions (Universal) 5/17/97 How can you stay? What the hell do you need to say? How many people do you need to fuck? How much money, do you need to suck? What do you need to do? How many hours, do you need to be blue? How much of life, do you need to waste? What kind of life, should you pretend to taste? How many people do you need to break? How much away, do you need to take? How can you stay? What do you need to play? Why should this be a need? We shouldn’t have to wonder. We shouldn’t have to want. We shouldn’t have to say, How can we stay? Needs and Wants 5/17/97 I need a someone to care for me. I need a better something. I can’t put words, on my paper. That I don’t even know, I’ve never really known myself I have to ask myself, Why I do it. Why I hurt myself so much. I want to know, Why I fall so hard, Why I try so hard. The world turns to shit. In one vital hit. There’s nothing left. There wasn’t any before. I can’t see the point. I don’t get the gist. Why is this necessary? Why does it have to be real? I want to be something, Someone different. For once I want to be the one, The one with anything. I want, need to be loved. I’ve never understood. I don’t know if I’m bad, Or oh so very good. I want to be a something. A something with compassion. I want to be with everything. And with a timely fashion. I can’t speak my words I can’t read my tongue. I think I’d better make it done. I love to much, I love to long. And all of such, is oh so wrong. I don’t understand, I don’t even get it. Why can I just be? Power 5/27/97 No, I can’t see through your mind. Inside your insides, burning. Can you hear me taste your heart? Know your life, hear your lips. Fuck everyone else, they don’t matter. Liars, all of them, and blood can’t dry that fast. You know the words, you know the past. Now I can pick out the tune, of your heart. Now I can play it on the harp. I have your life, before me on the Table. I can throw it away, a mere whim. Or I could taste, smell, hear, know, fuck All of you. I can taste it, Before me on the Table. Rape 5/27/97 Ruin my heart, Along with my body Plant your seed and watch it grow. Everything can come and go. Rake away the dirt, steal the fruit. Away, buried far within eachother. Predetermined, a worm of sweet lust. Everyone knows, what they must. Reiterate, the idea of my death. A certain morbid curiosity Poison in my veins. Ending in a pleasurable death. Ruin my heart, Along with my body. Play my death, wonderful death it is. Entombed within your loins. Right, it wasn’t so bad. Another day, everything will be great. Please, please you. Empty soul, mine is yours. Ruin my heart, Along with my body. Please, anyone help me, I ask. Ending in a pleasurable death. Sweet Kisses 5/28/97 Believe it, my dearest friend. Right now there is no end. I can’t seem to escape. Away from all this loving hate. Now, that I have found the one. Be there, listen, true. Oh friend, that one is you. Promise me you won’t forget my heart. Everything oozes black there, from the start. How many times, trust and been wrong. Only this time, I don’t want to say so long. When there’s no one left, I know I have to feed it. I know there is no way I can beat it. Like all of this hate is doing me shit. Omniscient maybe, transient must. Vanquish all love emotions, kill. Everything, there does spill. Truly another heart does help me. Helps me bloom, helps me see. Ever wanted to taste that delicate flower? Ever wanted to bathe in a rainy shower? Let me show you all of the loving hate. Empty in the two, full as of late. To me, you are as blood. Moist, red Empty enough, create undead. Come, fall down into this world. Of course there is no escape. Under that disguise none was true. Number of days, I’d been sad, nearly blue. Trace my loving hate, in your mind. True, I cannot find the exit. However I know I must feed it. Yes, I know I’m gonna have to beat it. Wish away, the painful wonder. And embrace a softer beginning. You, should know this true. So believe it, my dearest friend. A Long Way Off 5/29/97 Could you be the one I wonder? Over again, I see, I ponder. Nothing Has simply been. So simply been this way. Take away good, with the cheerful wren. Another dream, showing today. Nothing for you, but I do know. Time can pass, and time will go I in one, you in the another. Now and forever together do smother. End it, pretend it. Remember 5/30/97 Coulda been a lot more than it ever was. Have thought about it before, endlessly. Right now I’m believing in nothing. Immortality of mortality isn’t even true. Silently, I watch your humor. Someday maybe, we’d not known. All the little things, are gone. Can you listen, to the root of this tree? How am I supposed to with it? Silently, I watch you walk away. Summer Tymes 5/30/97 Smell that air? Envy the talents, no feeling from me. Life means nothing. Fuck me, why can’t I care enough? Hafta be a better something. And see a better something. Treat me like a little child. Envy in the weirdest places. People Might Think 5/31/97 I don’t know, what I’m even doing Not anymore. I find it hard, to think so hard. I find it tough, to act so tough. People might think. Feel, it might stink. Unable to question myself anymore. See something, without dying. Dyeing, it all. Wishing it would fall. This is all a muttered nothing. It doesn’t even matter. I don’t even know, what I’m even saying. I could talk on forever without a point. Anymore, not. Three words to describe it Blah, blah, blah. Not anymore anyways. I don’t know, what’s even happening Not now. Not ever, not forever. This is all a nothing, Life as art. No anything. I don’t even know, what I’m writing. Nevermind. Just go on pretending you know Though you don’t. Not anymore. Encased In a Brain 8/12/97 Be there for always, fornever Rain, Shine, Death, Dying. You somehow see me through And whether you believe me or not. Now know that you’ll always have me. More and more you can see… You know the real me. Love, isn’t that a lie and so nice Overpower of the world Very dainty, full of spice. Envy in the billions, envy of the few. I know you’ll always have me, will I have you? Could be a more different effect. A more odd and special day. Not in that aspect, not in that way. Too many broken hearts, too many lies. Maybe able to break the despise. And someday you might trust me. Know, see me. We have the ability. Emerald eyes of sparring knowledge. You don’t see it in a mirror Or can’t know it all alone. Under the blanket of time and beauty. But I know I can’t make you believe. Even in the last respects of brain matter Lie to yourself, make it all better. I know I can’t make you believe me. Even though I try to, because I want to. Vital dreams of petty will and emotion. Ever and never, cross neuron ocean. A Real Meaning Of Nothing 6/21/97 I think of you, Remember the times we had. The nights I thought about you. Previous nights When I dreamed of your face. Your eyes piercing through me, How it felt when we touched. How bad I was shattered. All the invitations, dead. Never got anywhere. Long walks to a deep nowhere land. Where everything made sense. The smoldering fire, That dreamed me into you. I look at you now, Different stranger And wish I could revoke. Could have just had fun. Enjoyed you while I could. Given you what you wanted, What I wanted to give you. Always in my memory, Those nights, those walks. I could have breathed you in. I tried. A stone wall you built, I can’t reach over the top. I’ll remember everything. On the long lonely nights, That I spend with myself. Trying to dream you into me. Circus 6/9/97 Bright mask of different colors Brilliant and collective Who plays this many-faced clown? Everyone. In everyday tasks. That face engulfs and we become Another, different. And sullenly complete. Behind the mask of a clown. Nail biter 8/6/97 Darling, I miss you You don’t like the words, But they’re true. You don’t like the rhythm, Don’t like the tune. But darling, I miss you. You know I wouldn’t lie. Do you know how I want to die? I’m waiting, waiting for a word. Your feelings to the surface lured. Nothing seems the same without you here. Nothing is the same, missing you dear. Little things, bring back your face. Not even these words take your place. Reborn talent, thanks to absence. Though centered around a memory. I wish you could this see. I you were here with me. Nothing seems real, without you here. Nothing is real, missing you dear. Word Association 8/6/97 There is a place, in my brain And I call it by your name. When it hears me, it’s lets out a refrain. Reminding me of worms in rain. I wander there, back and forth. Touching things to get their taste. Everything collects, nothing laid waste. I can sit and sample, no unnecessary haste. A collage of you, I do paste. Lay awake at night, wonder what your thinking. Try to make a mind connection Results in only a deeper depression. I spend my days, in that room in my brain. That room that I call by your name… I think, I wonder, and try not to cry. I sit and watch the days go by. Keeping that little room a mess. Keeping things there, under the dress. My brain Your name Mind connection More depression. Cry And watch time go by. Speed Freak Reality 7/16/97 I don’t know this hate I don’t know this dream Why is it so hard to believe in myself? I get ill, at my sight, I feel as though I have to fight. I want to fight myself. Die to the end of a chicken fight. Dream in desire, Dream of malnutrition The world is so stuck on images. Stuck on images and outside Desires. Why does the world need to be so Ignorant and challenged. Mouth the words, of death But don’t bother to hate. Don’t bother to make it a reality I can’t believe in myself. And I can’t believe in anyone else. I simply can’t believe. Dream the dream. And see the prescence. But don’t make real life into reel life. Look ahead of you, Look ahead and See the world Through the eyes of a difficult one. Difficulty is the dream of desire. Meaningless, in the meaning And insanity means nothing when your crazy. Dreaming of a Wish 7/16/97 Haven’t you ever noticed How people talk.. Behind back, behind walls And never learn or breathe In the world of the other Judgements, judgements But they ruin the world And rape the soul. And labels can turn someone Over and create The label. To label psychotic Is only to mean us psychotic. If no one loves, and no one hates. Then there is nothing left. And no point in living And no point at all. Detrimental, horrid and lovely. I cannot believe… I can’t breathe But don’t fight it. For I am not a loss. And no one will miss me Another quiet grrl who means nothing to no one. So stop the breathing. And listen to the words. Let it happen, it’s a release An aneurysm of exploding brain And then I’m dead, And then I’m gone. No point, none at all. So stop the breath. Biography 6/28/98 I can’t stay awake, I can’t sleep. It won’t matter, my life is One giant nightmare. No one is going to come, Rescue me. No one cares, is going to Rescue me. This pain alternates. One minute delightful and fullblooming. The next it makes me want to defect. Run to somewhere else. Where I am safe from myself. I Fight I don’t listen I Hate. All without the single provocation. I Want to be Someone else. I am blinded by night light. The one that’s showing me through This nightmare life Mission Of Angels 6/28/97 Somedays are black days Those are the ones that feel the best. When I don’t have to try I just sit and think. I ruin everything I’ve ever tried for. I can do whatever I want. I feel like I’m in love with hate. And I write it all down. In this stupid form. I could throw away my life. What little there is. Crumpled form in the trash. Those lovely black days. I let it consume me, And I say what the fuck, To everything, to nothing. My eyes glow bright With the darkness of the day. And I think of all my sins. How concieved they have become. I open wide, And swallow the black day Letting it slide through me. Filling me with all of the delicious evil. It hits the bottom, and sends me upward. To the height of an angel. There the day shoots out. And is consumed by my brother angels. And the devil I have swallowed Thanks me. Between 5/15/97 So what if there is nothing between us. I need not be forever. Maybe we don’t even know it yet. Maybe we don’t understand. How ‘bout if we don’t start just yet. How ‘bout if we just hold hands. How ‘bout if we just sit a bit. Just sit and talk between us two. So what if there is nothing between us. There is something between me and you. We could laugh, we could cry together. Share our innermost thoughts. We could be a pair, a duo, a set. We don’t need to start just yet. True that there is not yet an us. Just a me, Just a you. But even there, is two. To sit beneath a tree And read the greatest works. To help eachother see. And love eachother’s quirks. Not to mind, for this something is blind. Not to worry, we need not hurry. I can feel you, the other piece of me. And so what if there is nothing between us. Just a me, Just a you. But even there, is two. BrainWashed 5/19/97 Born-again, bullshit. I don’t believe it, not even a bit. The children, are born, Innocent and naïve When your born this seed Has not yet been planted. This seed of conspiracy. They will then turn you into one of them. Brainwashing you with this bible. This book of lies, This book of stories This soul that dies, In this book of lies. Psychobabble 5/20/97 Society sucks your mind. Society fucks your mind. Religion is blind. Religion is unkind. God is dead, God is in your head. Dreams drop like lead. Dreams stay what’s unsaid. Can you believe in Anything? Can you believe in Anything? There is nothing left to believe in, What does mean, to sin? Love is a lie, Life is lie. Life, Lies, Love, Sin, Believe, Dreams, God, Religion, Society. Railroad Dreams 5/22/97 |
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