Monday, December 26, 2011
my latest
Thursday, January 6, 2011
pop your chaos
Ground Zero
look at me you never see me coming
I am not what you expected
I will always keep you corrected
your thoughts vs mine intersected
you seem to be more into your pop
I am into my blues
sugar vs vinegar hard to swallow until you get use to it
my soul made a big hole
thousand words as a fortress can't see if you come along
I made it big in my head
my narcissism rest in the shoulder of the dead
your culture is useless
my eyes lies in sepia, epic.
remake nostalgia
relinquish the ghosts scream
reverse the bullet to the gun
seep blood from the original until is faded and done
pop your chaos to your culture
bunch of vultures tearing up the fabric
pulling their teeth extending the plastic
someone never had it this good but who benefits
take these ideas use and dispose
the beginning is limmerick the rest is prose
poetry to propaganda
memory vs digital, distort the foundation
the pronunciation is off line
keep it going extend the flat line
borders, babe, knock them down
pop your chaos become an arsonist now
bring the needle I am deranged
mentally touched I am feeling strange
you wanted ideas this was one of a kind
you don't want to borrow you are too cool for that
change perception and the narration
sprinkle some wordplay, shock for attention
where do I fit in
in bed with frances farmer facing mutalation
look at me you never see me coming
I am not what you expected
I will always keep you corrected
your thoughts vs mine intersected
you seem to be more into your pop
I am into my blues
sugar vs vinegar hard to swallow until you get use to it
my soul made a big hole
thousand words as a fortress can't see if you come along
I made it big in my head
my narcissism rest in the shoulder of the dead
your culture is useless
my eyes lies in sepia, epic.
remake nostalgia
relinquish the ghosts scream
reverse the bullet to the gun
seep blood from the original until is faded and done
pop your chaos to your culture
bunch of vultures tearing up the fabric
pulling their teeth extending the plastic
someone never had it this good but who benefits
take these ideas use and dispose
the beginning is limmerick the rest is prose
poetry to propaganda
memory vs digital, distort the foundation
the pronunciation is off line
keep it going extend the flat line
borders, babe, knock them down
pop your chaos become an arsonist now
bring the needle I am deranged
mentally touched I am feeling strange
you wanted ideas this was one of a kind
you don't want to borrow you are too cool for that
change perception and the narration
sprinkle some wordplay, shock for attention
where do I fit in
in bed with frances farmer facing mutalation
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
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