Ouroboros

An ever-hungry snake winds wherever it can wind

Eating up anything and everything it finds

Digesting and expanding from every bit swallowed

Until at last it realizes it's eaten it all

In time the snake finds the end of it's own tail

Which by this point has started to become pretty stale

But with no better meal for its mouth to find

It begins to munch on its own behind

Finish Line

I'm running t'wards burnout

And I know that it's near

I'm running 'til burnout

But I have no fear

I'm running to burnout

And I know it's not far

I saw you as you sped there

Ahead in your car

I'm running t'wards burnout

But I don't really care 

Because I'm running to burnout

But you're already there

Big Electric Web

We are all entangled in a big electric web

Pretty soon you'll have a wire running out of your head 

Eliminating errors of your inefficient hands

Thinking thoughts that your fingers can't understand

But what happens if we let the wires dig in too deep

And they feed us our dreams so we don't need to sleep

We are all entangled in a big electric web 

Sharing words that are thought but are never said 

While pages of ages of sages are shown

So all of their wisdom can again be known

By anyone connected to the big electric web

Who takes the time that it takes to be read

We are all nodes in a big electric web

And it's good for us if we watch what gets said

So the future nodes someday can turn and look back

And see wisdom shining for them to reflect

And after they read about all our old pages

Their turn will come to become the new sages

Synthesized Humans (Ode to N.Y.)

There's colors on the street: red, white and blue

Reds eat it up, blues don't know what to do

We've got robot babies and zombie hordes

And factories that keep on producing more

Is it better to burn out or to fade away

Is it better to sell out or to lose your way

The future generations are becoming what they eat

Synthesized nutrients and hormone grown meat

We're out of the blue and into the black

And if it doesn't change soon there'll be no going back

Smoke stack plumes instead of trees

Algae blooms everywhere there's feed

There's a warning sign on the road ahead

But if you drive by too fast you can't read what it said

Six or seven figures have become the middle class

While the geniuses are all sleeping out on the grass

Wonders

Towers reaching up to the sky
Sit back, relax, and wonder why
Building them higher and higher up
Fighting a force that will never stop

Yet up they go and block the light
Self-centered on being the only sight
To see as you gaze off towards the horizon
Stone and steel intent on rising

But what about that unchanging force
There now and forever of course
The gravity of the situation
That all wonders age towards devastation

Spinning and Spinning

Spinning and spinning up to the speed you need to break through and get to where you want to be, but do you see that the other side for which you pine is designed as a trap, to capture the momentum you've built up and keep you spinning and spinning without a break, and never actually takes you anywhere, just there, spinning and spinning, a gear in the machine that you keep clean with spinning rags and vacuum bags being filled until they pop and spill to make another mess to clean up with more spinning and spinning and spinning.

Exposure

Taking pictures trapped in time
Prints on film and in the mind
Exposures all in part the same
New ideas with different names
Captured, printed in two dimensions
Yet deeper altering our intentions
With new information of broader horizons
Images that will open your eyes in
Spectrums of extradimensional pigments
New views of reality's figment

Zombie Land

Walk around on zombie streets 

Where all the zombies that you meet

Wander 'round with out an aim

Pawns in someone elses game

  Waiting for their turn to come

Walk the streets of zombie land

See undead shamblers under the command

Of some dark hidden master

Who awaits a great disaster

  Guessing where it will be from

Always watching, he looks out towards

The landscape filled with zombie hordes

Flesh barely clinging to skeletons

And wraiths that drift forever on

  Thinking this is eternity

But in the woods the werewolves prowl

While vampires hide in lofty towers

Whose foundations are starting to crack

Split by roots that won't be held back

  From a great undying tree

That gathers spirits of slaughtered creatures

Which find willing hosts and show their features

Showing the vengeance that they felt

When they were skinned for meat or pelt

  Dying in violent confusion

But the spirits will to rest be laid

When the debts of their murderers are all paid

The life-suckers' secrets will all be made known

And each of the zombies will be shown

  That their slavers were just an illusion