Wanderer Pt. 1

The years stand heavy

They do not fall

They do not rest

They do not let up

And they are always pressing

Down

Down

Down

The dust weighs heavy

Dust stained boots

Dust stained shirt

Dust stained tired soul

And it is always Filth

Dirty

Dirty

Dirty

The imprint exists internally

Foot steps look back

Foot steps for here

Foot steps yet to go

And there will always be more

Go

Go

Go

The waste abounds all around

Death wants to play

Death bites on bones

Death pleads for more

And one always finds rest too easy

No

No

No 

Last Call

Your trumpets roar as I rumble

Your fools dressed in underpaid labor

Swing their mighty pens

And hide behind their TV screens

While I gather my masses

Us unwashed and unfed

As we stare with vacant eyes

And deny your sinner's lies

It is my last call to you

Please drop your dignity

And realize our poverty

We ain't going to wait any more

You say you can't hear me

Maybe you can't

Your trumpets scream

Your leaders want our blood

If we are invisible

How come you can stand on us?

If we are weak

How come we can resist?

That is the Last Call

So pack your bags

And give us some rest

From your crushing feet

Punch!

I'm just another weed

Pull me out!

I promise I will bleed!

Of course we all assume

That you can

And that I will go easy!

What do you have in hand?

Hom-icide?

That's cool, I got my hands!

You can have the first strike

Your Bombs fly!

They're gonna hit hard!

Too bad for little ol' you

I move fast

Like a cheetah or snake

And before you know it

I am Home!

On your step, unfazed

And now you got a guest

Who's a mess!

And I ain't gonna leave!!

Your tricks don't work on me!

I hate TV!

And art makes my soul free!

I Lost Reality

Even as I blur

The lines of reality

I feel my skin shrink

And my sight warp

I know this isn't

The way things are

Supposed to be

Forgive me

I built this world

So that I might play

And rise from my own

Visitations of paranoia

Too bad I lost touch

And now my fingers

Won't even move

Too bad I lost touch

Maybe soon things

Will get better

But I lost time too

Its somewhere back there

Story of the Last Breath

Here lies the last breath

Its shallow embrace

Haunted by the remnants

Of a former human

Particles lost in the wind

Mixing among the filth

Traces all but lost

The crosshairs of a sniper 

Speak to me in a way

That I will never be able 

To physically express

With life and death in hand

And the precise Extreme

And the extreme Precise

Can you make the judgement?

Will you silence a soul?

What right do you posses?

How can you justify action?

What makes a man a devil?

What makes a devil a man?

Do you know which is the last breath?

As a shallow exhale

Fills the void

Inhale

Life...

N Y C

Get the Fuck out of my way

Mutters the old vet

As snot freezes to his nose

Ge the Fuck out of my way

Shouts the accented Hindi

As traffic backs up one light down

Get the Fuck out of my way

Says the fat balding tourist

As giggling Asians crowd his pic

Get the Fuck out of my way

Warns the obnoxious gweedo

As his train leaves the station

And as a thousand feet crush

Their own Rubber tread on to

Pavement lined with shit and

Countless wrappers and old gum

With millions of hearts beating

Simultaneously in a

Second, and I feel the soul

Of a great and majestic town

Rush forward with carelessness

Heedless fearless Abandon

Thanks be

That I can be free

And eternally damned

With vendors foods spammed

And cardboard for sleep

And fine silk upon to weep

Thanks be

That I have my own tub of Not Yo Cheese!

Shock and Awe

Smoke

Rise

Ashes

Fall

Boots

Stomp

Captive

Cries

Soldier

Dies