Depravity

I don't seek depravity I defy gravity Turn me on my head See if I can live Sunshine for the Rooted ones Punk me out in style Tell me when I'm done Give me a little grin And I will take a smile Give me a mountain peak And I will kick it in your face There is beauty in the recess Play within the void Take an idol and melt its soul See if there's plaster or faster ways Always keep your head in clouds Optimists are filling They fill my belly as I pick them clean Angry men cause the angst I wreak Bowling pins are the men I hate Suits and ties and monkeyshine Keep me in that heart of mine Always found a better way Amongst the play amongst the play Puppeteer, drinking beer And he who runs my life Cannot refrain from wicked ways The streets are cold with vinyl Plastic slippers fit the pretty I have a corn on my foot Just enough to squeeze Am I pretty? I can wear the shoes you died in I broke my neck in the silver street Fell on a can of mashed dreams and stringed out desires Welcome to the underground of the wizard flower Excuse me I think I might be sick Where did I learn that intrepid line Grade school, played fool, turned out quite the social tool I think not! And that is my brand of trading poverty for mealy worms They take the blackness from my heart And my belly of optimists To share with the worms of death The plastic, angry ants of social war and inner peace Found depravity and gravity, wage a war that doesn't cease You may think that you're brilliance And you're the way to end the war Find yourself, bind yourself In a place worth dying for Fight the normal, fight the circle The cycle the monkey rides Punches Tripitaka in the nose Where does the west wind blow A handkerchief or the ocean When no one looks does the west wind blow Snot into the ocean? Bands play, hearts flay, skin explodes the charts Held court, life short, like a gift on Christmas Eve Shaken, ripped and upon decent Forgotten in piles of plastic Die, young poet When you see the sign ahead You'll be to close to turn back now Die young, poet Or live like golden cow Melt your soul today Plaster for faster ways Hear me? Don't listen I have nothing to say I don't live anymore than you do The chair, the beat, the food you eat Sustenance till death Is all a baby's breath Nothing is real Nothing is nothing Contradictions Are what we thrive on Nobody is me Anybody, I am Somebody, you are Let's all get together Form a society And then break it down The cycle the monkey rides Punches Tripitaka in the nose Did I already say that? Nobody knows. The blue I wander in The red I see through well The yellow is my brain Mix on the mural of a bar stool Underneath still there is the gum The west wind blew. Chew me up, spit me out Pay me once a week Watch me on the evening news Shift up and set the cruise Gravity keeps me cornered Weight calculates What I can escape from If I could just throw it all out I'd be stronger than you Because you are deep man Out of control I am arrogant and afraid of you You are the hole, of the hole, of the hole On the can of moron salt And I fit in somewhere maybe on your wound Lick me, lick me, pour me on your heart I'm about to walk away Lay me down and sway and sway Fields of corn, that's where I walk Cannot rhyme when I talk Only when I'm one with one "I have this real drive to know myself" Leathered seats bucket pain No one get too close to me No one see my awful shame Closed circuit test pilot Found the want ads one day Sheared them off his lightning rod And blasted for the sky He knew no bounds Could not even read Played with fire Saw the sadness of youth and clung to his mother She was a roadie with the Toadies He was a beast of undesire Potty trained from infamousy Could not get a job in this town But did keep his belly filled I myself am a little hungry Never dreaming a half full Could be alright If he ate me would he carry me to the stars My mother was not a roadie She's in heaven I want to reach her I seek to slay depravity With the senseless hope of weakened gravity The real war I must fight On soil where the rooted ones benign And I can see the sign It reads: Die young poet At least you may sigh Say you wish defy? Angry men And apple pie? Soar through the open sky Let me tell you poet, die. One man whole will surely cry And you will be redeemed You're pitiful life I dreamed! All is real because I say Death is beauty in its sort Cards are dealt from under hand You, not meant to understand This sign is all there is Read it, know it, cherish it I will be back for you You, my sheep Take slaughter now But your coat of sheer perpetual grace Will be sheared and made a finer place Somewhere above I found some peace Waging wars will never cease Demon, angel, plan their grounds From the time first love was found And all that's held in firm release Slips to the cutting room floor Reels upon reels of vaudeville and hurt After it's over, the gum is trashed The soda pop, popcorn and the two timers Who think they can sit through a movie twice I hope when they die they are awakened from this Life is not a cycle A monkey rides To punch Tripitaka in the nose And I never read that story is that how it really goes? 2:AM is relevant I am a poet I will die young Sleep is restless, imagination time If only I could use it I haven't learned the art quite well I am arrogant and afraid Subtle, better, not so good Whoever said to live is vain Nobody understood Rainbows fight wars for unification Constant embattlement for naked eye Paint me one color and I am branded Paint me all and I am lost Figures of speech Are culture's icons Heroes of yore Are yesterday's fools Turn me in, and out,all about I will be your driving tool Found myself in bloody pool Mother's disapproval Could not be yet alarmed My destiny's to fall For gravity, my sweet surrender Fourteen stories up Fall like a feather and float away Pain is the film on my mourning teeth You read the words on my salty wreath Epitaph: this tomb is empty He was not divine, he was swallowed up The minute he found hope Hope is a four-letter word Starts with H and ends with E Dissect the meaning of hope Whilst I eat your liver out You, that are dying from it Drank too much beer Took a job as puppeteer Gravity on stringed desire Depravity on a lyre Which song is of my heart? Where I began, I will end At least that is the trend Gravity would just distort my thinking Pain of wishful tearful eye Whisper poet, soon you'll die Sunshine is the folly of man's path I want only recess time But for not, I've lost my mind Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 11:17 AM PST   0 • 1