When The Music Stops

when the music stops…
last note from the last song fades into the background
the album’s spin is through…

that’s when you hear the sound
of an echo turning blue

then you feel the freeze
colder than the arctic

silence

a lead-footed frost nips at your ears
’cause there’s no sound
to muffle the splashing of your tears

Starvation

when you can never get enough food to eat bc of your metabolism & the horrors of capitalism 

when you can never hear enough compliments bc your low self esteem keeps tossing them aside

when each day feels the same as the last bc of the same old shiz 

when you’re ready to quit climbing the mountain you’re on & just fall into the sea 

that’s when you compose a post

just to see

how many others are just as hungry 

as me

just to see

how many others aren’t free

Usurped

where is the cure?

that’ll make you see me as pure
that’ll take all my ugliness
& plunge it into space

maybe it’s because I’m the wrong race
maybe there’s too many imperfections on my face
perhaps my very being is a disgrace
forget about the past, I’m done with that place

but now I can’t seem to hit the right notes
what key am I even in?

it’s anyone’s guess
when did it all turn into such a huge stinking mess?

it became such a charade
a fantastical shit show parade
may as well make a toast with expired strawberry lemonade

where is the cure?

to stop the tears from my eyes
from falling upon what was once a daily beautiful surprise
but turned out to be merely a guise

tears, turning the Earth’s dirt into mud
caked under the crevices of your black Adidas
with a final, sickening thud

Smite The Bright

I don’t appreciate how They indoctrinate

Not trying to spark a debate

But resources are sewn slower than 

the Children of The Sun can participate 

Perhaps it’s time to repopulate 

Don’t interfere as the hired goons operate 



Oh funky congregation,

this is more than just a case of a smeared reputation

gurgled regurgitation of bullshit

that should have never left incubation….

uniform

chloroform
mushroom
cannibus
intoxicate
dominate
Now

Don’t Say I Didnt Warn Ya

Conditioning

as quoted from a Great Divine
“change your mind & you change your relation to time”
admittedly a big pill to swallow

yesterday’s dreams lurking about like a
freak accident from Dr. Frankenstein
the shallow meaning of the word ‘tomorrow’
verving singularities brush the mush of my brain’s mane

Rated R? Ha!
this is comparatively tame
square biz. the real shiz.
enough to drive you insane
too many realities intertwined

where’s my damn moonshine?