Tuesday, March 31, 2009

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

Wednesday, March 25, 2009


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 free 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.


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

Sunday, March 22, 2009

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

Monday, March 2, 2009

Stuck Dreaming

Stuck dreaming, believing an American dream
Kept sedated so I won't realize
Given everything I need on a TV screen
So I won't even have to close my eyes

Stuck dreaming, believing that we're all free
And everything I see has got to be right
So sweat shop labor won't matter to me
As long as the sweat shops are kept out of sight

Stuck dreaming, believing what I want to believe
Believing I'm able to create an uprise
I'm free to do it whenever I please
Unless I'm so sedated that I don't realize

I'm stuck dreaming, in a cloudy land of bliss
Spending all my time on spending my time
Never noticing all the things I miss
Too busy just trying to try to survive

Stuck dreaming, that there's an easier way
I'll be saved by a last minute stroke of luck
Or by some salesman that I'll have to pay
Who was waiting, watching for me to get stuck

Dreaming, thinking that things would look up
Looking up to see faces staring down at me
Dividing and deciding if I'll make the cut
If I'm worth the time it takes to see

But I'm stuck dreaming of ways I might impress
The interested investors who will buy my time
Cause I don't use it, except to get washed and dressed
To show prospective buyers my goods are fine

But I'm stuck dreaming, that old American scheme
Thinking I can do anything that I please
But my plans aren't turning out how they seemed
And the more I try the more I feel diseased

I'm stuck in a dream
Or so it seems
But it's not mine
Is it yours?

Why should I wait
At open gates
Getting irate
For an answer

Why do I stand
At a line in the sand
When I don't understand
Who drew it

Wait to be told
What I'll be sold
It's the same same old
But I'll buy it

It's all I can afford
And there'll be no more
Without our support
You better know it

So you can belong
Act like nothings wrong
Sing the same old song
And enjoy it


training my brain to remain insane

training me to be a killing machine

look at the numbers, not the faces

speak with fists and not embraces

no matter what, you must despise

before you're close enough to look in their eyes

your first impression is to not be impressed

to reduce the feelings you'll have to suppress

Like rats

Like rats, fighting with eachother for table scraps
Like rats, feeding on the corpses of other rats
Like rats, ready and waiting for a fight
Like rats, scurrying at the flash of lights

The Whisper in the Trees

When the whisper blowing in the trees 
Is singing out for you to believe
But your ear is too plugged to hear it

Your eye is caught by a glow it sees
That slowly reveals it's complexities
Showing you that there's no need to fear it

Secrets shared for taking the time
To make you once again feel sublime
As your bloodshot eyes start tearing

And the wind still whispers in the trees
As you sign the bill for your cable fees
And choose which channel you're hearing

Cue Card

The world at your finger tips
With just a few clicks
But do you take 
The chance to find it
Or instead are you lead
In circles past the logos
And the brand names
Illustrated by scenes 
Of the nuclear age family
Filling your eyes 
Till you despise 
Anything thats different
From how that looks
And you believe it all as if
You read it in a book
Cause you read it
Or someone said it
And nowadays that's 
A rare event to witness
But that's the reason I'm afraid
No one's gonna get this
Because it's rare
For you to hear
Someone saying something
That you haven't already heard
When everybody's reading
Off of the same cue card