Poetry: The Pin Drop

Before you laid the most beautiful sunset of your short life. Clear. Crisp. Pristine. All nature had to offer. Bright yellows, deep reds, and in the recesses, bruise-like purples. And in this fleeting moment, you pause to take it all in. The beauty. The fresh air. The air was still. You take notice. There are no birds chirping. No traffic. All was still, and all was quiet. You could hear a pin drop. For a moment, you think you did. And then, just shying from the corner of your eye, you saw the pin drop. A sun rose in the East, even though the day was done.

Poetry: Unsure

So many years I was dissatisfied
Not sure what I wanted from life
Felt there was nothing I could do
Nothing I could look forward to

But I know now that's just a lie
Something I was telling myself
Just to get by
Held myself back for someone else

Put your shoes on your feet
and walk right out that door
Cause there ain't no need
to feel that way anymore

Take some time for yourself
And put things back together
Put depression on the shelf
Misery shouldn't last forever

Poetry: Last Breath

The smell of nascent death
Just scant few hours left
The loss of an eye’s depth
On the draw of the last breath

It’s harrowing and ethereal
Frozen with no way to feel
An embrace of pity
Coupled with a kiss of mercy

Sometimes it’s easier to let go
Than stick with what we know
There was once love here
A privilege co-opted by fear

Poetry: When Real Life is a Television Show (You Can't Change the Channel)

When real life is a television show
You can't change the channel
Whitewash reality as the mold grows
In the grasp of their trammels

Their prowess and technology allows
Manipulation of everything you see
Leaving little clue to you or me
What's real or not on our TV

False flag at Gulf of Tonkin
So many brainwashed noggins
No one thinks to question
What really happened on 9/11

It's all about me, me, me
Maybe someday I'll be ordinary
Just like those folks on TV
Is it real just because you see?

Human manipulation on unseen scales
The sloths yawn as industry fails
The loss of thought and skill
Watching reruns, endless Coke refills

When real life is a television show
You can't change the channel
Whitewash reality as the mold grows
In the grasp of their trammels

Poetry: The Virus (Conspiracy of One)

Take some drugs
Drink this beer
Maybe you should
Maybe you oughta

Kill yourself
Seek religion
Maybe you should
Maybe you oughta

Listen to me
Become one of us
Maybe you are
Maybe you aren't

Every thing you know is wrong

Every thing we say is right

Re-Educate
Join us

Deny self
Join the conspiracy
One of us, one of us
No self
Disparage individual
Spill the blood
Centrifugal mixture
Become one
You are someone
Yet no one

Conspiracy of one
Conspiracy of one
Conspiracy of one
Conspiracy of one

With the virus all cells are as one

Poetry: Arbeit Macht Frei

Patrons to the Nazi work camps were greeted by signs that said "Labour Makes You Free"
I think I hear that same phrase every night on my TV

Have a sit down

Relax

We've got big plans for you
Trust us
We know what's best and right to do

Juden were known by their stamp
So what's really changed today?
Society is a work camp
They don't have to drag us away

Work away your life in their plantation
Rest and turn on their television station
Sedate yourself with drugs and alcohol
Stop thinking, nothing matters at all

Sit idly by among their transgressions
They have their own means of social oppression
On scales of which no one thinks about
Overwhelming, it sets me down and out

Far from you are all life's joys
Far from home, far from your wives
Thousands march without a noise
Work makes you free, believe the lies

Push all those papers in your cubicles
Scared of the boss, nibbling your cuticles
I see a shrew, I see you,
and the rodent things you do

Poetry: poem000

Defected reject
Infected insect
Dejected subject
Affected suspect
Projected neglect
Injected object
Dissected elect
Expected connect
Detected inflect
Confected effect
Directed perfect
Inspected reflect
Conflicted correct
Protected respect

Poetry: It Just Takes Some Time

One thing I know is it takes some time
I can't tell how many times I've sighed
When I go back over all the things I did
But I'll come right back to what you said

I wish life was beautiful for us
Wondering when it became so rough
It's hard to explain emotions but
Cynicism is like a form of corrosion

And for so long I've had a broken heart
Full of tears from sudden stops and starts
I've taken so much time to think it all over
I've spent way too many mornings so hung over

There's always so much to sort out
It takes some time to feel good about
Those things you don't feel so good about
But maybe in time it'll all work out

And it takes some time to get back in the game
Spending all your time pretending to be sane
Take a step back and take a look at your life
Figure out a way to cut out all of that strife

And I stop and think I've been taking my time
and I've only ended up at the back of the line
Don't know whether I've done right or wrong
but I guess I gotta keep going right along

I took some time to write another stupid song
Tried to make it catchy and fun to sing along
Sometimes you can be happy about being unhappy
I don't want to be thought of as oh so sappy

Poetry: Waste

Wasting love with nowhere to go
Hurts my heart to be so alone
Wasted time with nothing to show
Lights are on; Nobody's home

Turn my mind off and take it slow
Get quiet and disconnect my phone
Tired of all the things I know
and also those things I don't

I want to disconnect the cable
Pull the legs from under the table
Despite everything regret birth
Not worth the fleeting mirth

Never for a second understood why
Everyone is just born to die
From an expansion to a cataclysm
I can only perpetuate altruism

Wasted love with nothing to show
There's a pain deep in my soul
Wasting time with nowhere to go 
Cut the lights I'm not at home

Poetry: Something in the Night

NOTE: This is being turned into a song by my band, FIPHSD.


I woke up late in the middle of the night
In one of the coldest sweats I've ever felt
I couldn't remember why I was stricken by fright
I figured I'd get up to walk just a little bit

As I crept through the dark and wet yard
I realized I had begun to travel rather far
I looked up at that cold and bright moon
I had this curious feeling I was being watched

I turned over my shoulder
and I noticed that up in the pines
There was something up there
There were two fiery eyes

I froze just for a moment in my fear
I wondered what I was doing here
Why had I trekked ever so far?
Just to be doomed 'neath the stars

I turned back and ran for my home
I could feel the beast's flapping wings
His shadow before me from moonlight shone
And I'm running so fast the wind it stings

I felt as if my heart would leave my chest
My only chance was to give it my all
There was not a single moment for rest
I had to get away from it's gaping maw

I felt the warm embrace of death
And I woke in the middle of the night
In the coldest sweat I've ever felt
And this thing never sat quite right

Something calls me in the night
It's always just out of the light
Something calls me in the night
This thing never sat quite right

Poetry: Generic Self Hate Song in C

NOTE: This one is being turned into a song by my band, FIPHSD.



I can't help but think that life is overrated
and all your accomplishments are overstated
It goes from grey to a colour oversaturated
Your way of life is something I always hated

I try to find meaning and I just don't see it
I've read all the books and I can't believe it
I like some people and the things we create
But overall it's just a world filled with hate

It's always been the humble and noble few
Who have given me any reason to mildew
I don't want to hurt anyone for any reason
So I'll have to wait out the end of my season

Sometimes I just can't stand myself
Sometimes I wanna take it off the shelf
My patience is wearing my patience thin
But it's alright, in a while I'll be okay again

I think what takes the best of us
seems to always hurt the rest of us
I think saying our loving goodbyes
could take us the rest of our lives

I didn't ask for this
You didn't ask for this
We didn't ask for this
Why did we receive this?

I've heard them say life is a gift
But from whom and for what?
Well I'd like to thank whomever
For giving me what I didn't want

Poetry: No Reason

Through suffering we must abide; For by abiding we endure.
Through endurance we gain strength; With strength we can overcome.

Survive.

Agony is mine, for I embrace it.
Agony is mine, so I can break it.
Even if it has no reason; Life is still a mission.

Don't fall victim to depression, addiction, self destruction.
Life is yours, and only you can remove obstruction.

Life is pain, our greatest teacher.
Lady death, do not beseech her.

Poetry: Vanishing Point

Even when you're cornered
And you're filled with doubt
You've got to remember
There's that one way out

There's the vanishing point

The vanishing point is
a choice that only you can make
The vanishing point is
for those things you can't take

There's the vanishing point

You can make your own path
When there is no other way
There's always that thin margin
That sixty second buffer zone

Poetry: Tar

It's like walking in hot tar
I know I won't get very far
'cause it sticks and it burns
but I'll put in the fix and I'll learn

Life is an uphill battle
and it's hard not to be like cattle
But I'll live with things I can't forget
and I'll deal with my handful of regret