Evil (Atheist Pt. 2)

Rose releases us
in fifteen minutes
Papa gives birth to us
by three o’clock
I let go this time ‘round
I’d give birth to swords
this time ‘round, my lark

Never was the evils
washed away by black-clad
mistresses of their emperor
And turning us all
to concubines with their
creative book
The killer bees will make their honey
in sulphur and internet and placard
and diamonds and guns

The Drunkard (Atheist Pt. 1)

The dark side got me on a lighter sigh
Revelry in inebriation
Brewing my malt at the tip of my rolling tongue
But they think we’re from Dis
so they’re clasping hands and
closing eyes and whimpering in beads
to wish us away
and brewing their worded poison
and cooking their tasteless bread
to wish us away

But aren’t their knees getting weak now
from crouching
while we drink to your derision
and dance to’ yer rains of tears
down your own cheerless foxholes
We have yer sins for food,
now get down the cross
we need some fire
We’re celebrating
We’ll laugh y’all away
We’ve been drinking to y’all sin-operated bodies
but they think we’re from Dis

Drop in the Ocean

The water trickles down the stream,
the tears of the sons of the world
and pallid everydayness
desperateness
clings on winter’s day
in time for sugarsweetbitterthrills

The lark flies down the stream,
the flight towards the roads
less traveled. The openness
of air strangles its wings
with a faceless crowd
So soon did it have

to leave until the moonbeams
shines the waters heavy
while the nocturnals whistle
in the darkness
in the starkness of the shallow streams
The water trickles down it seems

like grains of sand in your hands
The lark amends
The faceless crowd does not bend
to the petroleum butterflies
They want to drown down the stream

and vanish in a drop
And while your hand makes a ladle
You’re neither quenched nor refreshed
and as it dissolves
in your hands,
the water trickles down the stream

Measly Soul

No skies, no vertical
Dandelion breeze sweeps the end of day
No picturesque,
the platinum shines like faded jeans
The unsurprising surge of the farthest points
Nay, the world doesn’t want to know
Nay, your curse is running dry

Apologies to what y’recall
Maybe some other time y’all say,
“everything is picturesque”
But for tonight the view would’ve to recede
The world pawns
no distances just for the sake of your woe
Aye, you’re too much for a sigh

but all sighs’re to be swallowed
Tell your tales on the faded jeans
and write your name on the fiery snow
The world is not as friendly as it seems
But aye, don’t be cheerless,
everyone awaits for your return
We all’re loaning time

‘Ole Sweet Player

I never really thought of it
Oh y’know the lovely words
and sugarsweet garlands
and faces that fit
in their frames
I’m always on a higher state of consciousness
I live with outlaws
and I am possessed by evilness
and it breaks my heart
it feeds my mind

Supposing I never saw you
or ever heard your voice,
What if I never talked with you,
or made verses for you
Assuming I never saw your smile
or heard your boring quips
Supposing I left too early
or came in too late
Would it break my heart
or would I have one at all

All the higher states of consciousness
despise you, for they like
to be told in my verses
But why do you nourish the heart
and starve the mind
But y’know I never really thought of it
Words and garlands and faces taste bitter
while chances are a fate
and I don’t believe in fate
and it breaks my heart
it feeds my mind

Pretension and the Dancing Fairies

Despising is surrender,
oh how you enjoy to concede
Enjoying is surrender,
oh how you despise to carry on
People’s everyday’s violence
and your curse that is your life
Oh you know how to sink
Enjoy your tea,
despise your food

Surrendering is winning,
and with the things y’like to build
Surrendering is losing,
oh you’re a pitiful sacrifice
People’s everyday’s suicides
colliding with your personal genocide
Oh how we love fairytales
Win your stake,
lose your dreams

Oh how you love dancing against actors
Shoot the moon ahead your fan
Glare at the sun ahead your actor
Close your eyes ahead the night
People’s everyday’s violence
and your curse that is an actor
Hate yourself, dance with fairies
Enjoy yourself ahead the fairies

Wolves (Nihilist Pt. 2)

Oh the villain’s gonna get you my friend,
in your sleep and in your nightmares and in your
dreams and in your house and
the thought will seize you,
until it comes for you, nose to nose,
And it howls, tearing your flesh
that is your life
Oh and the villain’s eating you now,
eating you is soothing to you now,
so you asked me if the earth crumbled anew
And I know, I know it now,
you’re going down to ascend
And you meet the free spirits by the yellow taxi rides
and weeping and with sad voices,
exhale noisily now as it eats you alive
and we’re living again,
we’re breathing new air now
And no talking here, you’re just eaten
so long as you swallow it afterwards

Profundity-seeking Automaton

Profundity-seeking automaton
thought it’s human,
perfection of a human
But it’s just you
Oh it likes to breathe
such profound air
It’s what it wants,
this oxygen-breathing comedian
made of fins and gills
It’s mystique, and swimming
oceans of thoughts
Who would ever contest
to this walking contradiction?
A multitude of thoughts to think,
wrap itself around and make believe
in this oxygen-breathing automaton
all’re falling about
to this profundity-seeking comedian
Oh I may be a verse
terse, imaginative verse,
I’m so shallow, I know

Nihilist

So if you’re happy
You know I’ll be in the tip of your tongue
Waiting for my chance
I’m just arm’s length away from you
and if you speak here
I’ll leave you wretched, poor little thing
I’m waiting for my turn
I’m just in the corner of your eyes
I know I’ll always be here with you
I say, “trivial”, you say, “me not me”
I know, “take it out”
You say, “I am none,”
I ask, “don’t you know,”
You know, dabble with laugh
I am your villain, my friend
I know I’m your friend
You know y’want and despise me
I know I’ll always be here with you

The Outsidesucker’s Deliverance

Talking backwards in yer package,
chock full of hidden outbursts,
saying ye’r no dishonor of a stage
and with fastidious audience
Shedding yer nightspot dress unawares
Breaking out the box for a difference
before the tickets’re sold out
D’ya remember ye’r queen of the night?
Oh coz the outside’s a weightless
The best place to be
and somewhere outside’s the best
place for yer highbrow memory
‘coz they’re not as daft as they’re
when ye inscribe them to the stars
Was it rainbow ink or claptrap highlighter?
Oh how the audience’re sentience
when ye’r flouncing the playhouse
with zealous eyes for greater prudence
‘coz but ye saying the audience douse
yer justice’s-sake-performance
Purging and swimming and un-taming yerself
But d’ya remember ye’r king of the night?
Oh mouthing unawares
and also wishing yerself well
Hidden outbursts to sell,
Fleeing the box forever
But d’ya remember ye’r queen of the night?
even in the outside,
the best place to be
And somewhere outside’s the best
place for yer highbrow memory
‘coz they’re not as daft as they’re
when ye inscribe them to the stars

After the Dream

Thoughts are all you need,
a lush of slang and idioms
to get you through the night
Set yourself anew
and here write amongst the fairies
until the mind surrenders
Who said you’re never for respite
and won’t abandon your dreams?
For only in slumber, my muse,
do you come forth to inspire
a weary body
and long forgotten memories

Long fall of words’re all you need,
a forest of bygones and imminence
After the dream
sleep with the ironies
and petroleum butterflies
until the mind shivers to your thoughts
For who said you’re never to adjourn
with a numbing enterprise
of actions and silly games

Wait for the end, my muse,
I’m always happy staying rebellious
until the mind surrenders
or until the mind shivers
These thoughts are all you need

Pornographic Mouth

All minds want to see you for awhile
see you cry, and then they will smile
of course you only want to be sly
Woes turn to winds, so you can fly
so then they will smile, look at you like
a butterfly, ugly worm turns
into a butterfly, your wings strike
all seeing minds so they can mourn
Mourning at your woes, woes turn to winds
they will smile to your hidden sins
Your sins turn to your leaves for rest
the leafy nest, leaves you eat for zest
and all minds shan’t see you for awhile
of course, they have wanted you to fly
to see through your cry, through your cry
you wanted to be high, hide your sins
with your mouth, blow yourself some winds
You’ve charred yourself because you’re too high
Ugly worm turns to butterfly

Midnight Man

Steer the wheel
Change your mind
Dance with midnight
because you're all you have

Drive it fast
Look at empty roads
The light is all you have
towards the ocean

Close your eyes
Fly like the bird
Swim like the fish
and sleep forever

I’m an Insulting Knife

You breathe silently
within the walls of your convenience
while the rest of the world
howls with difference
You’re only happy with no grandiose words
They’re a lullaby to keep you awake,
hushed enough for your nosebleeds
It’s always the way you breathe
your excuses to the wolves
to save your hide
And your oeuvre of a name
saves your skin from the insulting knife
those highfaluting words make