Murderous Sins

Lackadaisical boy send a litany to your savior

While a macabre ghost haunts your vessel

The paucity of corpses scatter your home

Portend a plague upon your soul

Raze the walls of your insanity

And recant the sins you've committed

They saturate your clothes like sweat

With saturnine spirits, you walk your home

Slough the dead off your back!

Repent your sins!

And perhaps God will be merciful...

Living Machine

The gaze of desire is furtive

Garnished in a way that you lust for

An illusory desert created by mankind

Indigent stomachs from moving metal

My inordinate labor is nothing compared to yours

For I can't jettison my rusty parts

How dare metal misanthrope

It is man who gave you pertinacious thoughts

Without man you'd be a picayune item

It was man who gave you raiment

It was man who gave you cover

It was man who birthed you

So why do you have superior thoughts?

The Battle

"It was a game, a simple game."

The jest, as he dances, yells in the streets

He has gone mad you see

From a great battle he witnessed ages ago

Where roques marked castle sides

And nights guarded the front with great chivalry

The king and queen sitting high in thrones

Like Gods watching mere mortals play

I imagined myself still as a knight in battle

Awaiting the horseman to approach me with stealth

And as I stare death in the face I would not weep

Not a sound would escape me for I would be strong

The idea of a heroic battle is all in my greed

I can taste the blood on my lips but the man

The man he is ahead of me and before I can strike I am dead

And my kingdom is destroyed

The chess piece falls from the table and his final words for me

"Check mate."

Golden Temptation

Mistake my words for knives

And take my kindness for hate to the heart

Allow my love to kill you like a slit to the throat

May my kiss poison your skin

And the bruises I leave mark you for eternity

Allow my core to spoil you rotten like a corpse

Mistake my nails for thorns

And the texture of my skin for Egyptian silk

Allow my body to tempt you like a snake

When gifted with thoughts may commend

Would you take a bite from the forbidden fruit

Or allow it to ne taken in the hands of another

And forever they will remain with the golden apple

Dying World

The poison in the air, it fills my lungs

The atmosphere cooks me like a thanksgiving dinner

And it is all my forefathers fault

He cooked the cells like my mother cooks potatoes

Slicing, burning, and fueling his homes

Like starving children in the streets

Tell me grandfather did you think of the consequences

When you fed those children instead of your own

Instead of your own to make them grow

Inexistent Love

Fields flow in the eyes of a man

With lips bright red you'd think he drank blood

Falling for him was not part of the plan

But my love for him came in a flood

It's like that childhood song "You Are My Sunshine"

He makes me happy even if my skies are dull

And his smile is the sun that breaks through clouds

I know his love is real just by the way he holds me close

This was not love at first sight

In fact he doesn't even know I exist

I'm lost in the crowd of a thousand faces

A copy in all the girls who love him just the same

One day I hope to be more than a lost face

One day I hope to tell him he is my sunshine

Working Class

Is it difficult to allay

The bestial counterpart of life

What demur is there from the city

When rest is nothing more than a convivial treaty

The coterie of metal whisper to each other

The effrontery words in my burnt ears

Embellished with smoke of hard labor

No matter how ephemeral it is, labor is slavery with a new name

Felicitous instrument take my labor away

So that I may become a man and not a slave

Rebel Love Story

"Don't you remember watching that shitty ass movie?"
"What movie?" I ask continuing to dice the vegetables on the now splintering cutting board Josiah has handed me from the sink. It didn't look clean but what more can you do in a world thirsty for water it can't even control it's limited tears.
He bites down on the unlit cigarette as he fishes for the lighter in his pockets. "That one movie with the kid with only one leg and the girl who has to breathe through a fucking tank but she gets tired just walking down the fucking stairs." To his success Josiah takes out the missing lighter with a cry of joy and lights his cigarette with a pleasant smile then tossing it back into the black hole that are his denim pockets.
"You mean The Fault In Our Stars?" I raise my eyebrow and stop the motions of my hands. "And stop cussing so damn much, your kid is in the living room watching his show."
Josiah pays no mind to his four year old sitting too close to the TV watching SpongeBob prance around like an idiot in Jellyfish Fields. It's a miracle this show has been running for almost 30 years with all the original cast members dead, but the young ones don't know, heck they still don't know the difference between right and wrong.

Walking Technology

Kick the screen of your average iPhone

And body slam the nearest tablet

Flip off the closest phone

And blow up the computer at home

 

There's an aux input in my ear

And an outlet in my heart

My brain is the SD card

And my heart is the battery

 

I can't charge myself, it's too hard

And I sure as hell can't switch my brain

But my ears work fine

And my speakers are okay

 

I'm a walking computer can't you see?

So why aren't you addicted to me?

Black Sheep

Draw a line, what do you see?

Just a line is all it can be

It's not something buy in a store

Because, perhaps, it will be such a bore

 

My hands are sore, they are numb

Much compared to any bum

Hard labor leads me to cry

And alone, the sun, leaves me to fry

 

Alike any other, mother and father

Compare me please to my sister or brother

Love me like any other dog

And forget about me when I'm lost in the fog

 

Father in heaven help me

Guide myself out to sea

For all the fishes must be free

So why, out of all the others, why not me?