Spinning and Spinning

Spinning and spinning up to the speed that 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.

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

Unleashing the vengeance from the pain they felt

When they were killed for meat or pelt

  Dying in violent confusion

But the animal spirits will be put to rest

And their murderers made to pay their debts

When the life-suckers' secrets are made known

And each of the zombies can be shown

  That their slavers were just an illusion

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

suppression

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 must be to not be impressed

to reduce the feelings that 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 send back the bill for your cable fees

So you can 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