fear upon people

fear is the epidemic
life is the symptom
death is the disease
love is the cure

les martyres du ciel

if this idle chatter
is any indication of
the matter at hand
over fist indignation
that the success of a nation
is based solely on the pacing
of the lies we tell
like what lies in hell
is merely heaven's wishing well
wishing well the martyrs
carted off in droves
won't somebody show me
'cause i need a change
of scenery
setting free
my every need
to breathe

the laws of silence

01. between two lovers:
a. in contentment
b. in awkwardness
c. in awe
d. often all of the above at once
02. in which the enemy waits
03. an effect of confusion...
a. followed by belligerence
04. in reverie of a person/event of significance
05. in abundance at dawn; absent at dusk
06. in extreme times
07. in times of extreme:
a. sorrow
b. euphoria
08. in the fog and fallen snow
09. in life as-well-as in death
10. savored by the innocent; suffered by the guilty
11. before the chaos and after the storm
12. the product of peace in times of war;
the product of war in times of defeat

comet & snowfall

i am a vagabond who travels alone
i am homely, but have no home to call my own
the failures of yesterday mark my path
dust kicked up from under disappointed, shuffled feet
i am a cave, dark and dank
i am shelter from the rain, yet
i haven't seen the sun in days
(or were it years)
i fear i am all but gone
trading snake oil for wolf tickets
i am not my ancestors
i am nothing you haven't seen before
and yet you seem surprised by my company

save staring eyes for comets and snow fall

i am a boy with imagination
i am a man with dreams
i am ocean calm; i am able to tear down cities
i am a lost cause; i am hope
i found life in a healthy fear of living
i found pride in humanity
(then lost it to shame
in favor of the blame game)
our obligations to our fathers' efforts at peace
were over-looked, pending a war
i am forever; i am never
i am accident; i am purpose
i am a liar
(i swore i wouldn't turn out like my father)

whistling winds howl to compete with underground screams;
the souls are restless, oh yes
i am not popular, culture or otherwise
i am no lover, nor fighter
but a lover of fire
burning crop circles in your fruited plains
i am desert winds; i am a cool breeze
i will not be;
i will not cease;
i will not rust nor shine
i will not feed the beast
(the beast is me)

i am comet
i am snowfall
i am destruction; i am pure
i am everyone you know
yet no one you've met -

yet.

r i d e

i'll never ride the bullet,
but i ride the lightning in the dead of night,
seeking and destroying
every shadow caused by the light you shed
on this underfed, underdressed,
overworked and overstressed wreck,
screaming all the lyrics
to every song you ever inspired
less the dead should wake
and mistake my right to life as made
to dig an early grave, i may
persuade these delegates to wave
my right to lay awake and fake
an interest in my fate
'cause in the wake of just-in-case
is place-your-bets-with-haste
forget your good intentions,
but don't forget to mention
how you've come this far
and for what i'll reckon is a
farce as far as luck's concerned
and as sure a thing as fire burns

ignorance derides truth

if ignorance is bliss
then i must be in agony
eyes wide shut full
of murder beats and misogyny
if you wanna find me
i'll be in the back with a half-assed
mack-truck grin
waiting for your set to begin

rocknroll.

loss of innocence imminent

shakey hands, steady
palms getting sweaty
head heavy
i'm hardly ready
loss of innocence, imminent

pick a point among the stars
and that's where i'll die
to be the one that watches over you
forever from the sky
above the noise, the traffic, the city scape
above the ploys, the havoc, the high stakes
the ones that make sure you're okay
are the ones who make the most mistakes

goddamn, god blessed me

i can't remember the past
let alone my name
i can't ignore the signs
not to mention the pain
i can't acheive my goals
if i don't break this chain
and i'll never be a winner
if i don't play the game
fuck finding a vein,
i get high on life
at least that's what i tell myself
to sleep at night
and this track's all that's
keeping me alive
i tried life once
but couldn't ever get it right
with a roll of the dice
i follow their advice
to shoot the crap spat
from a snake eye's vice

i never knew as much as
i know this second
i know how to hold the weapon
but lack the discretion
hair trigger shot the teacher
before he finished the lesson
so maybe we should get a bite
and then fuck out of spite
i might actually learn something
if you teach it right
and i might go to heaven
if this preacher's right

he's saying: stop, look,
listen to the voices
the only thing we'll ever be
are products of our choices
so bring your egos to try me,
test me, choose to lose,
goddamn, god blessed me

the rightful owner's manual labor workers union

leanin' out the window
of my car with a cocked shotgun
taking cheaper shots at your
mailboxes just for funds
i know it may sound dumb
but it's the only thing that gets me by
the day by day grind
like looking odin in the eye
flutter butterfly, terror of the skies
now watch me dive bomb
taking over the night
just to eclipse the sun when it dawns
get up off your feet
and shuffle these streets
cut the deck, pull a queen,
and finding out what cheating truly means
fleeting glances stolen from the
rightful owner's manual labor workers union
make 'em fight for what we've got
while ignoring the "dudes, you rock,"
preferring deez beats to what you're not;
a solid rhythm played on pots and pans
clap your hands to make
the rubber band man dance
this damn monkey's dance

speaking for the both of me

i've waited, i've waited
way too fucking long
to come to some conclusion;
to finish our song
that was started way back
when my life was on track
when i had some direction,
some matter of fact,
but that's not how it happened
i tried to be happy
without you, but that's just too
impossible, you do
not wanna question this
how can you question it
is not unexpected to
throw a coniption fit
oh, pardon me,
you do not wanna see
how it really could be
if you'd just fucking see
the forest for the trees
and forget the damn bees
'cause this shit's for the birds
and just way too absurd
to give a second glance
beyond getting in your pants
i mean asking you to dance
i mean giving me a chance -
again - 'cause it should be a sin
that we're not what we could've been
like we were then
when we were just friends
'cause even that would be better
than what we have now
talking once every six months
if only you'd allow me
the privilege of your time
making me rewind
to how i felt when i laid eyes
on you for the first time -
i never thought
that i would get caught
in the middle of a plot
where you and i are not
together for better or
worse, through the weather,
the curses that come with each new
verse, you can bet it hurts

so when will it end,
this incessant "just friends"
when can i stop pretending
these feelings aren't in me...

okay, i take it all back
well, not the truth, just the words
that i spoke to give slack to the rope
i had hoped would give us the
chance we deserve, but...

give it up for sounding absurd.