It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.
i navigate the stars as lay looking up
drew hearts and faces, even a star
upon the stars as I connected the dots.
i've touched the moon and traveled
the stars, still do on long quite nights.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
If stars shine through your eyes
Why can't they hear my cries?
Nothing but bullshit and lies.
Its you that I despise.
Does the sun really rise?
Its only my heart that dies.
If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different....I'd rather be completely fucking mental.
(Angelina Jolie)
What's the sound of one hand clapping?
Where do we go when we die?
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around, does it make a sound?
How do they get the creamy caramel inside the Caramilk bar?
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Above the surface
with it's crude motions
continents rolling
from magma mothers
nagging that
when you clean up
the planet
don't leave volcanoes
splashing
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Jim Carrol
Going to Mars
Will the spaceship that is traveling
Be able to navigate the stars
drew hearts and faces, even a star
upon the stars as I connected the dots.
i've touched the moon and traveled
the stars, still do on long quite nights.
No friends, no ring of the phone
Just the night to light up the sky
Feel so alone in the universe
Sometimes it makes me cry
Why can't they hear my cries?
Nothing but bullshit and lies.
Its you that I despise.
Does the sun really rise?
Its only my heart that dies.
(Angelina Jolie)
Sets in the west
Dying as it gives us life
Swallowing itself
Sacraficing for our existence
Dance on the horizon
Bathed in beauty
The dying sun
Underneath I shall lie
Trying to catch some sleep
Like my heart you hold so deep
(Angelina Jolie)
Black and cold
Flying to other planets
Is humanity so bold?
and drive cars on Mars
and bring wars to Mars
and share SARS with Mars
Thrive with no oxygen
Do Star Wars toys
Make any noise in space?
Is there a lyrical poet?
They dont have writing implements or paper
So, they don't know it.
(Angelina Jolie)
Where do we go when we die?
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around, does it make a sound?
How do they get the creamy caramel inside the Caramilk bar?
So I better stop living now
I don't want to try and solve them
Maybe just ponder them for a while
The great unknown
Keep the brain fresh
Keep on pondering and wondering and wandering
I like to ponder my time here on Earth
I like fresh brains
Hannibal has nothing on me
who visit the White House
and the hunger
they would feel
The zombies are coming!
They'd fit right in
They could have a dinner party
And invite Chomsky and Zinn
With political chat
I'm right with this
You're wrong with that
Only cracking of skulls
To reveal, ta-da
The soft,
brilliant,
succullent,
sweet,
brain meat
Dats some good brain.
Could drive you insane
For the crimes they commit
And they don't give a shit
dangle from shoulders
Names and statistics
in collecting dust holsters
The people forget (how could they?)
Wipe the dust clean
I'll remember them yet
from knuckle blood mirrors
like memories banging
from tumor dream tears
And skeltered
And good lord
I need some sheltered
Black all gone black
As blood bleeds itself dry
The eye in my corner
Black rose and petal drop sty
On a grave
Masking the soul
Life dosen't save
A death march
A casket buried
A soul rising...
Rising...
Rising...
Rising...
Above
with it's crude motions
continents rolling
from magma mothers
nagging that
when you clean up
the planet
don't leave volcanoes
splashing
Erasing Pompeii whilst on the ride
Buried alive for all to see
Glad that wasn't you or me
But feel for those
How glad can one be
Even if not you and not me