I do not need to be here
I do not need this irrational paralyzing fear
In this place with my generic face
Where political witches brew pleasant peasant revolutions in dirty white-houses
Nothing like a good scapegoat to bring the people together

"I dont understand whats funnier than THAT?!"

And beauty has been officially defined by evolutionary pimps to be tanned leather flesh pressed on cold metal
Beauty is a mythical smile brought on by love alone
Alone
All one
I am one with nothing but my own maelstrom
I wanna kick down the door and burn the fake world to its floor
Goodbye my small world
After all you were a false hollywood-hell the whole time

"I try to remember your voice saying things you never said"

And nobody is hungry enough to strive for anything that tastes better than decent
Fish frozen for sick minds served by empty father figures who fear punishing
Ignoring spurned kids lurking at the parking lot lights edge
They'll torch your precious possessions when you pull the cataract off your eyes and see cobwebs
I dont have a chair to rest my feet on
Give me a chair to disrespect
Give me a hope I can truly expect to show up

"We are making signifigant progress with our war at the edge of the map"

But the dream of the psychopath has been realized by the wrong kind of madman
The rational madman who denys his primal shriek and wears a suit and tie
The rational madman brings destruction much more subtly
The snake with far less teeth and less pride
My madness is brought about by lack of beauty and truth
Under every smile I see those familiar 4 fangs

"I cannot seem to rid myself of the notion that I am more than a musical note in some vast symphony"

During long hot lonley nights i dream of voices which I inhale in a fog
And spiderous music pouring from a green violin carved from the forests breathing bones
Bones in the sky fly by and all I ever wanted was real clouds
The forest in my head my head is burning
Burning
Thats all I ever needed was a good dose of flames

"If you make the mistake of finding me when Im in a dracula frame of mind I'll kick you right in the vernacular"

Wow!!!

Oh good someone liked it, I wasnt sure if itd make sense (even a little bit) to anyone but me

If a sympony leaves one note out- it is no longer
a symphony...
Lizard that was really something!

A symphony indeed,, I have read and re-read,,
WoW!!!!!!!

Sometimes a good dose of Flames seems to clear all the bad, and then replace it with some kind of sense...

wow

Funny thing about that poem, the phrase which i wrote first is the last one which i had originally had stuck in my head thinking it was a line from a song by franz ferdinand but when i finally looked up the lyrics to the song (i forget which one it is) There was NO mention of of dracula or vernacular and the phrasing was not even remoteley similar
so i thought this wonderful phrase which had been bouncing around in my head was plagiarism but its not
isnt that weird?

awsome read.........all i can say is awsome.

Excellent write.