Poetry3

Paralellogram
A feathery straight line,
Curving across the page;
The perfect graph of my consciousness.
Darting in and out, between straight blue lines,
Never paralell to paper ideals.
Not a violent approach,
But a gentle reprimand
To those who meekly accept their destiny.
Just blue straight lines,
Marching in rows,
Singing a song of conformity.

Guardian Angel
Soft fluttering raeches my ears
Above the screeching of tires
And the honking of horns

A soft glow seems to shimmer around me
I stare at my hand in wonder
Realising that I am alive

The sounds around me are muted
Ambulance sirens and people shouting
As I look towards the sky

I see a flutter of wings and a slight sparkle
Out of the corner of my eye
Flying high, high, higher.

Another Day
The world is coming to an end
The world is dying now, my friend
Pack your bags and run away
We'll live to run another day

Together we will flee the land
Escape the golden, slipping sand
Today is not our day to pay
We'll live to pay another day

To the forests shall we go?
Or to the tundra, filled with snow?
As long as we're far from the fray
And live to fight another day
The children who are living there
The ones that starve and sit and stare
They're in the front of this foray-
Won't live to see another day

But we do'nt care
We'll run and hide
'Cuz us, we got us alibis
We don't need to save the world today
We've got things to do and games to play
Tho they won't be here, come one more day
We dont care-We're ok.
'Cuz we are here and we are well
We're safe in our fortess shells
And when the piper demands his pay
We'll join the children, dead that day.

Shoes Of Conformity
Uncle Sam wants you,
But only if you're willing
To give up your identity,
Kill men for nothing,
Care about little,
Destroy people's lives.
For the good of the country
For him to have his money
'Cuz Uncle Sam wants you
To walk in his shoes
To wear his f*ing shoes
To BE his f*ing shoes.

Suburbicide
Our enemy is compassion
And the free use of our mind
Everyone is just the same
We all commit suburbicide

Shout and fight for freedom
Then turn away and hide
So you dont have to use your mind
Everwhere freedom is the cause
Of all suburbicide

The human race is dying out
No people can you find
Everywhere are monsters
This is SUBURBICIDE

No Chance
Sit and hear the cries of death
with your 1.6 children
and white picket fence
sadness and pain are not part
of your everday parlence

the chances of you ever walking
'round in pain's shoes
is 1 to 100 - that's the path that you choose
you can skip out on us now
but one day you will pay your dues

give money to charities for owls and dolphins
$50 dollars a year - that clears your conscience
then you wont have to worry about those size 10 shoes
you can forget all the children who are dying right now
they'll make it, you're sure...they'll make it...but how?

Caught
colors changing swirling around
swimming together lost then, now found
a blue ghost of sadness
a black sword of darkess
all changing around to avoid the harsh starkness
of the while wall of death
that will sneak up on you
and when you're not looking
he'll catch you...you're through.

Last Moments
A clock ticks madly in the backround
as the darkness closes in,
The shadows drawing closer -
you hear the drop of a pin.

A glass shatters; then a gunshot
You know that it's your time
You'll die in an empty warehouse
With no roof but the sky.

Then, in the growing silence
You realize you're alive
You thank the gods above
For sparing you your life.

Treasure every day you have,
Because you never know
If tomorrow's gonna end it all,
Or what the future holds.

Memory Lane
The red and golden leaves of Autumn's Change
Drift down from the trees of Summer Memories
To land on the floor of the Forest of Reminiscence
And mingle with the dirt and grime of Past Agonies.

Images of past love, pain, happiness and sorrow
Gather together at the end of the tunnel
To greet the dawning omen of light
To welcome new memories before taking flight.

The red and golden leaves of Autumn's Change
Drift down from the trees of Summer Memories
To mingle with the dirt and grime of Past Agonies
And take flight into the Sky of Serenity.

Disconnected (NEW)
Everything is distant, nothing here is clear
The fog is thick, my throat is clogged and nothing can I hear
Sounds here all are muffled, its a silent fight
I look around, nothing found, nobody in sight
I can�t find what I�m looking for
(That�s if I even know)
I can�t describe my plan yet
But something�s got to show
I can�t stay here forever
One day I must connect
I need the world around me
And not this silent threat
The fog is getting thicker; I can hardly breathe
My eyes are blind, my voice is gone, I fear my own misdeeds
Life is not here with me, I�ve lost the looking-glass
I�ve tried it all, soon I will fall, these worlds must come to pass
I can�t find what I�m looking for
(That�s if I even know)
I can�t voice my intentions
But now�s the time to go
I can�t stay here forever
One day I must connect
And see the world around me
I�m just not there... yet.

Erase (new)
Erase the lines; disappear!
Erase the sadness, erase the tear.
Erase the laughter, erase the love.
Erase below, erase above!
Clear away the rubber leavings,
Hide every trace of evidence
Of the eraser fiend that chose
This page to wreak it�s rubber vengeance.
Erase the lines! disappear!
Erase the rules! erase the fear!
Erase the love! erase the hate!
Erase the world, erase my fate!