Blunderland I: WonderAsleep under a treeWhere time stands still inside my mindI never lack in complexityI wonder what today may findI wonder why time seems to bindI often WonderWhere I amOften WonderWho I amIs this who I should be?I often BlunderThat I doI often BlunderYes I doIs it just me?And as time moves a bit too quickMy mind feels cloudy, smokey thickI often WonderWhere I amOften WonderWho I amIs this who I should be?I often BlunderThat I doI often BlunderYes I doIt can't be only meThe only oneInside this placeToo many dimensionsFor one faceToo many dimensionsFor one headAm I dying?Can't be
Blunderland II: Rabbit HoleMy childhood is growing shortWork quickly now must IDig up the roots, for small comfortI'm late, I've now to flyThe rabbit's hole is closingI'm working quick to find itI'm nodding off, I'm dozingThe clock, I never mind itIf this battle's any directionA wanderlustInward inflectionA backwards leapEach word some twisted, warpedCross sectionThe rabbit's hole is closingI'm working quick to find itI'm nodding off, I'm dozingThe clock, I never mind itThe hands are spinningBackwards fastI'm digging deepI'm digging pastThe things I wishI'd not of learnedAnd things I wish I hadThe darkest splinterpoints
Blunderland III: Pool of TearsDrowning in a pool of tearsHe found himself adriftWithout a paddle so to rowHe wept and so did sniffFor you will drown in your own tearsIf no one's there to help you outThe child had quickly learnedWhat life is all aboutThe pool of tearsThreatening to drownHe had to learn to swimThe only paddle for the childWas his own armsAnd his own whimAnd swimming slow but steadyAcross the darkening tideHe found only places to run toWith no places to hideAnd so he did resideAnd many animals hadBeen swept up in his tearsAnd many fellow beasts were drowningIn his childish fearsA man must fend not for himselfBu
Blunderland IV: PoliticGrowingShrinkingOverflowingOverthinkingHe doesn't like the politicHe sure loves to argueHe doesn't like the argumentHe sure loves to continueThey tell him justHow he should thinkThey make him knowWhen he'll reach the brinkGrowingShrinkingOverflowingOverthinkingOverdoneAnd underusedOverdoneAnd plain abusedHe learns to fightFor what he believes inHe learns to argueWhat he sees inThis new world Around 'imIt tends to Astound 'imIt tends toRepulse himIt tends toConvulse himGrowingShrinkingOverflowingOverthinkingHe can't dealHe can't feelHe can't standThey reprimandBut
The War Against MyselfYou need not run awayI'll fight on your sideYou need not strayLittle thorn in my sideThe war against myselfI love you so muchI'll join your sideIn the war against myselfI remember usHand in handBut I couldn't keep upWith your demandsThe war against myselfThe perfect personI was notAnd so as notTo be forgotI'll join your sideDon't go awayI'll be another personTodayA losing battleNo one can winA no man's landSoon exists withinI join your sideLeave my psyche on the shelfI'll fight the shallow fightThe war against myself
The United States of RomeGlorifying violenceFor the Gods to seeMultiplying distanceWith the thoughts we give to theeFighting for The great democracyEncroaching itDictatoriallyThe Fall of RomeMark the centuryNot so much UnitedLost ideal I pledge to theeStars and stripesMarked upon the bombs we sendForeign aide's the hypeIt's ourselves we aid my friendThe aqueducts are running dryAll pumped full of mercuryIf you need an answer whyLook to you and meThe United States of RomeDividing you and meWith your assimilationInform you that you've been set freeThe fall of RomeExpansion is not without costFind a new homeAll is lo
Get Out of Jail Free CardYour client must be innocent?Your client must be free?Between a rock and a hard placeIs the place they deserve to beLet’s say you hit a kidLet’s say you hit your wifeBut you made a music vidYou’ve made bad flicks all your lifeGet out of jail free cardSomebody else’ll bite the bullet hardThe guilty walk freeLet’s celebrate with me!You picked up one bad prostituteWhat hand is this to deal?You say that you’ve done nothing wrongThink of all the dreams you stealNow it is your time to payI think we all agreeLooks like the motions overturnedThey wouldn’t be so partial to meJu
Mrs. StandstillI stood here shackledBroken, lameBut then you came,Asked me my nameWith you I'm moreThan I dreamed I could beMrs. StandstillYou've made me so happyPeople are transformers,I guess that's how they'll beBut finally there's someoneFor a rememb'rer like meHand in handStand still in timeEvery secondIs sublimeFrozen in motionYou and meMrs. StandstillI'm finally happyYou make me feel like that childWhose life has just begunI now look to tomorrowWith every setting sunFor if tomorrow promisesAnother day with youIn my heart this love will growAnd I'll never be blueYou grant freedom Unto meYour
We're All Just AnimalsShe is the panda.Adorable. Gentile. Appealing. Innocent in appearance. She lures me in, promising close embraces. I can’t resist her charms. She is caged. Trapped by those who are meant to protect her. A family of mistakes. She is a mistake herself. But make no mistake. I want her for my own.Ashamed. Sickened with herself. Like me. Failing to see all that is good about her. A brilliant artist. Terrible at expressing herself. Passionate. Without passion. Her stance is adamant dissent. Guilt overcomes me. I cannot leave.I enter the cage. Appearances are not as they seem. The world inside is one of agony. I am trapped by one who said
Case ReportCase ReportDr. Owen James Berry, Ph.D, Psy. D, M.D.I am reporting in regards to the progress of my subjects. They are those located in the fifth floor, Ward D. As you probably know (due to their infamy in these halls), they are the group known as the Two-Faces. My patients are schizophrenic. What is interesting about these patients is not their condition, but rather the advanced stage of it. The patients in question have grown into an unseen point in schizophrenia. They have become their alternate personalities. These patients are part of a program that tests the limits of the human mind, and they have progressed to the next plateau. Aft
Wonderful DreamsChuck Jones once said, "It is as though the first creature to emerge from the primeval slime was Albert Einstein, and the second was an amoeba, because after McCay's animation, it took his followers nearly twenty years to find out how he did it." Athough many of you may recognize Chuck Jones as the father of the Looney Tunes, few of you may even recognize the name Winsor McCay. McCay stands at the forefront of American artistry. His works as a comic artist gave depth to an otherwise shallow industry. He still stands as my favorite artist. His largest claim to fame lies in the strip Little Nemo in Slumberland. Yet, he can also be credited as t
BrotherBrother please return my eyesSo that I may seeIt's like I'm no oneLike you're the one, with my personalityI always thought that I was more sureOf myself than all of my peersTrudging on, with out a doubtFor many, many yearsBut now everything's evaporatedAnd left my mind so glazedYou left my mind so cloudedMy way of life erasedI can't remember who I wasBefore I discovered youA faceless wraithWith nothing but sad things to think and doAll things must revertTo their previous state, I guessBut now the sunIt does not rise, from the east or westI'm pounding at the wallsBut you do not hear my criesYou do no
American PrayersAs I lay me down to sleepI hope the reaper does not reapI hope the bombs steer free from meAnd when I wake I still can seeI wish for gas masks, guns and knivesTo save all my families livesI wish the chlorine gas is farI hope I can find a working carI hope I can make my escapeSome will catch it all on tapeOthers will show no concernWhile buildings crumble and people burnI feel such fear of the things that they warnThe government says from my family, I'll be tornAnd when I discover it's just a ruseA better country, I will choose
The War and the Civilization"The time has come," George Bush did say, "To talk of many things:Of guns, and knives, and prison cracks Of TNT and grenade ringsAnd why the ground is soaked with blood And whether angels sing."Oh do they sing, those angels heard on high, of the US of A? Humanity has yet to learn the errors of its wayWill another be coerced to put us in our place? To end a struggling era of excess and of disgrace?Others will struggle, just to eat, as American stomachs grow plump As many spend fortunes on the frivolous, others will live in dumpsA nightmarish Hell awaits those who's sad fate it is to be poor For US secur
War MachineThe times are changing, and for the worstThe economy is frail and cursedForest firesPolitical liarsHate everywherePolluted airIt's hard to escape the drab in the moodIt's hard for a man to provide his kid's foodJobs are gone, they moved eastMovement up in the economy ceasedCancer and Parkinson'sDiseases all contained withinThe heart of the US of ADepressing things are all they sayNewspaper, TV, look at the timesThe drum roll goes on, we're on-looking crimesThe funds all go to the pitiful causeEvery law passed has some darkened clauseThe wheels on the tank go round and roundTake a moment and hear the sound
Asteroid ManYou don't know anything about carryingThe weight of the world on your shouldersI stepped out of my car just yesterdayAnd there in the middle of an abandoned parking lotWas a man literally pushing back a boulderI saw the asteroid come crashing downI saw the pain surroundHe must have been the strongest manAs he pushed it back, his feet digging the groundHis shoulders crumpled 'neath the weightI watched the dragging in his gaitAnd did nothing to help his fateAs only humans doAccepted it as fateHis knees they buckledHis elbows tuckedHis ankles bowedAnd so his luckBowed out as wellAs this cosmic boulderForce
Garbage SculptureWe don't know what innocence isIt's only a wordUntil it's stolen from usLike a young child hoisted up by his ankleAnd shook down for his lunch moneyAnd I'm not trying to be cleverOr sound like a prophet, a poet, an Indie idolSometimes I repulse myselfI'm just trying to understand what happenedAnd why I couldn't stand to crack a BibleWhat have I done with my health?And this is hardly a songMore aptly a graveyard for words and phrasesAnd this is hardly a lifeMore like a junkyard of phasesAnd nowadaysI can't even collect my own thoughtsWhere's the garbage collector?This is the reason cavemen painted wallsWit
SkeletonsIt started when I was so youngToo young to see the startOf chains all snaking upwardAnd wrapping round my heartThere's a pile of skeletonsIn my closet nowIt keeps getting biggerAnd I don't know howIt's just stacking higherAnd I can't see howI know it will collapse soonAnd I won't know howTo get outIt started when I was so youngToo young to see the scurgeOf this disease creeping insideAnd filling me with this sick urgeIs the plagueIn the blanket you gave to meIs the sicknessIn what you laid over meI found cold wintersAnd looked for shelterAnd all I foundWas Helter SkelterThere's a pile of skele
StarveWhether it be brush or penKnow the position he's inInto her heartHe did carveArtists onlyOnly starveHer mother wroteA little note:Artists only starveBut all of them would gatherIn morbid curiosityTo see what he'd createdWith his simple bodyAnd starve he didThough not on outHe starved of happinessAte plentifully of all her doubtThe art of a dead manMeans so much moreThe page of a dead manThey would storeIn the book Of historyFor their morbidCuriosityInto her heartHe did carveArtists onlyOnly starveHer mother wroteA little note:Artists only starveHe knew What he wantedHis growt
Resting SpellI want to heal in your watersAnd bath in your springsSo don't lift me upBut don't let me downI feel pretty sureOf what I've foundBut don't pacify meCause this has been a long time comin'And I have been a long ways runnin'And we've all been a long streak gunnin'Guardin' our heartsAnd mindsAll the thingsWe thought we'd never findPerfections always one step awaySometimes I feel like a half finished paintingIt hangs in the hall just like every elseBut they don't smile for the work that they seeBut the thing that they say it could beAnd if I am a half-finished workThan who is to finish me?And if I'm going
FunnelChoose your poisonChoose it carefullyEven if it's worseLeast it's legallyI'm the drugOf the massesOf the guysOf the lassesLifetime passesIn a windtunnelI'm the opiateOf these massesOf your friendsAnd of your lassesLifetime passesLiving through a funnelLiving in a tunnelMind is just a funnelAnd ain't that nice of themTo let us choose our destructionMany varieties, your whimBut it's all their constructionChoose your poisonMind or lungAll the thingsWe'll leave unsungIt's were we belongWhat's wrong?Least it's legallyAnd it's your liverSo you're the giverLeast it's legallyChoose your
Not ReallyI guess its like I'm not really thereYou won't be given a reason to careI can see lips movingBut can't hear the wordsIt's all drowned outThese thoughts all I heardI'm the only other personIn a small dark roomBut it's like I'm invisiblePrivacy's the best tombAnd I'll act invincibleBut my wounds hurt tooI'll roll down my sleevesAnd hide it from youThere's a scar on my faceThere's a scar on my armThere's a scar in my eyesI don't need no more harmSometimes its like I'm not really thereIt's a rational statement, emotion declaredYou'll beat me downAnd ask me what it was forAnd after it all I'llWish you
MidnightI'm tougher than steelYou know I never cryI'm truer than true blueAnd I never lieI'm invincibleAnd I'll never dieAnd I can take us sailin'Bove the cloudsTill you're wonderin' ifWe'll ever come back downAnd I can leaveI'll leave this townAnd we can make believeI'll never let you downAnd when I turn back to pumpkinPulp and vulnerableWill I be acceptedSeeds and all?It's midnightIt's midnight andMy last dime's spentAnd you're wondering ifYou're mind is spentYour mind is spentAs wellAnd is it what's in you?Or have I gotten in you?Am I infectious?Or is it what they grew?And these settings ar
The Philosopher's StonedYou learned that wordsDo not speak muchYou learned that feelingsOnly touchNothing means anythingNothing means everythingEmpty means everythingWhat's this shriveled sunken thing?No one's listening now so singOh the things you saidYou self made prophetNow your only propheciesThey're self fulfilled, divine twitYou're filled with, full of shitThe Philosopher's StonedI'm telling youThis crap is freeI scream when no one'sListening to meYou learned there's only so muchThat you can buy with moneyThe best things in life cannot be boughtBut you know they're far from freeIt's always why him, always why me?
Impossible GiftsSo many firstsAnd you grind them into the backgroundSo many thirstsAnd you drown them all out with the bad soundIt's all by chanceIt takes a first moveIt's all subtle danceIt takes timeIf I could skim a few precious grainsFrom the top of my hourglassA bit of flesh and soulI'd share my present and my pastIt's far too early to be the lastIf I could share a couple ticksFrom my ailing Tinman heartNever to stickNever to revel in life's precious artYou've barely even had a startI've experiencedLife and deathIf only I couldCould transplant my breathIf only I could graftMy timeOrgans only give so much
Pop MusicHow can you speakThe words you try?If you don't really know the wordsTo say it best?How can you makeThe things comedic?When you seldomKnow how to jest?What's best?You can't say it allWhat's worst?When you seek to take the fallAnd whether itBe fall or springIt's coldAnd where it Be summer, winterIt's oldAnd whether itBe blooming newIt's dead flowersAnd whether it be Sprouting lifeIt's without powerSo you say nothingYou say nothing at allAnd to themIt speaksIt's pretentionIt's contentionTo you it's retentionIt's gentle preventionTo them it's wrongAnd what do you give?A world th
AliveNothings more dangerousThan the measures you takeThe measures you takeTo play it safeIt's a sure betYou think you'll getYou know what tomorrow bringsWith the same damned song you singWhen there's No changeSome find itStrangeNothings more dangerousThan the measures you takeThe measures you takeTo play it safeIt's not about giftsAnd it's not about moneyNow they're looking at youAnd it's not that funnyYou walk the same streetYou come home with untired feetYour ears block out the every beatYour hands closed to all those you meetWhen everyday's the sameYou know what tomorrow will bringYou know wh
FeedYou eat my fleshYou sapThe marrow from my bonesDevour my soulAnd stillI keep for you this homeAll I do is feed youAnd you won't let me rest when I need toI'll scream to the skies I don't need youAnd all I'll do is feed youI try to seeth the beastWith potions, herbs and pillsBut no matter the tollEach prescriptions nillYou won't let me rest when I need toI feed youI need youYou're growing strongerAnd I'm crippled on the groundIt rings in my earsMy blood boils with the soundI tried to plunge my armsInto that cursed glassI only fell victimUnto your growing massIt all became embeddedI couldn't p
ShardsThey call itLooking glass diseaseThe drive thatYou can never easeThe thoughts thatYou can never pleaseSo many shardsToo many shardsThey call itBroken crownIt's a constantFalling downYou laughing stockOf this whole townSo many shardsToo many shardsAnd it's in your palmYour painting redIt's flowing freelyFrom a thorn crowned headThey'll haveYou deadSo many shardsToo many shardsSo turn your backAnd take the knifeGive an inchThey'll take your lifeAnd you can't trust themWhen you don't trust youLooking glass diseaseThrow the stones now pleaseFrom your pretty glass homeFull of useles
Small StepsAnd it's one small step for manOne big leap for mankindThe fall will be mortalBut the ending divineEach day it's harder to feelSo he's living life on the edgeEach day his nerves grow numberPerched upon the most beautiful ledgeEverything looksSo small from the topEverything looksSo much faster from a dropHe could neverUnderstandHe could neverHold a handHe could neverTouch a faceHe can onlyLeave this placeAnd it's one small step for manOne big leap for mankindThe fall will be mortalBut the ending divineEach day it's harder to seeSo he's teetering on the edgeEach day his perception shallowsSo
Blunderland XIII: TrialI try to standI'm on the standIt's out of handThey all demandOn the standIt's all displayedOn the standIt's all replayedI'm not a thiefI never managed to capture a heartI'm not the knaveI did not steal the tartI'm shackledTo this standI'm shackledEvery handIt's true I breathedCorrupted smokeIt's true of darkestThings I spokeBut always I refrainedAnd lost so as wellOn a private standIn a private hellAnd when you sentenceMe to deathI promise youMy dying breatheYou're readingMy sentenceI'll sell My repentanceI swearI'm not the knaveI'm not a thiefI never managed to capture a h
Blunderland XVI: Kingdom ComeWaking soakedFrom another of those dreamsYou wouldn't listenIs all as it seems?This is only a dreamI know that this is only a dreamYou tell me I'm a childMy mind just won't grow upEven in my dreamsI've a half empty cupThis is only a dreamI know that this is only a dreamBut I ventured intoThe mirrorIt made me see a bitClearerWas it only a dream?I don't know if it was only a dreamI recall my elationI recount the temptationHow could a dream so shake my foundation?Such a real sensationI wish that I could wakeI can't survive this dreamKingdom comeAnd make me numbKingdom comeAnd make me numbI'
BlunderlandXV:LongLivetheQueenCruelty has a beautiful faceShe tells me I won't leave this placeNot aliveAt leastHer appetites voraciousI've always been too graciousMy heartA feastShe saidI'm going to beat you downUntil you can't feelCan't feel anythingAnd you'll thank meShe saidI'm going to behead youAnd with your dying breathYour dying breathYou better thank meI always felt too hideousShe's wonderfully insidiousBut looksSo cleanI always played the foolHer touch can be so coolWhat doesIt mean?She saidI'm going to beat you downUntil you can't feelCan't feel anythingAnd you'll thank meShe saidI'm going to behea
Blunderland XII: ChessI wish I were as stupidAs I seem to think I amI wish I were so blissfully ignorantTo not give a damnIt seems the only pure thingIn the worldTo be so damn stupidWhen you're cognizant of this worldIt's around youAnd it's closing inAnd I can't even findThe checkered square on which I'm standin'Wishing only to makeThe next moveHating to approveOr disapproveHating to decideOr not decideWanting to sink inAnd to hideTo merge with this boardOn the whiteOr hide with the blackNeither's rightI'm not the knaveI'm not the rookI stole no tartsI'm not a kingFor I've no heartYou say its grayNot blac
AshtrayI'm a greedy gutsThirsting for destructionFeeding onDysfunctionI'm skipping notesAnd I'm skipping beatsI'm feeding fromThe burning heatNothings cleanerThan ashNothings cleaner than ash!NOTHINGS NOTHINGS CLEANER THAN ASH!I've sand in my throatI can hardly charInside I'm barrenAway I'm farI'm skipping notesAnd I'm skipping beatsI'm feeding fromOur burning heatAnd we all knowAnd we all knowI'm just an ash trayAnd nothings cleaner than ashNothing's cleanerThan ash!So put it out on mePut it out on mePut it outPut it outPut it outPut it out on meHot little hickiesLick every inchAnd
StraightjacketThis is my straightjacketWithout me it is just clothe, fiberThis is my straightjacketWithout it I'm nothingNothingNothing you want to deal withThat isMy armsAre tiedMy speechIs criedAnd I'm bouncing off the wallsFor all of youAnd all you do isEnjoy the viewMy faceIs coveredMetal restraintFor what I've endeavoredInside my straightjacketThe walls are spinningInside my straightjacketI'm only grinningMy smileFor youMy frownFor youAnd I'm chipping at your wallsBut it's not youAnd all I doEnjoy the viewMy lungsAre gasping for feelingMetal restraintBecause I was reelingInside my s
ArrowsYour arrow struckNot far awayEmbedded inMy flesh that dayI tried to fix itYanked at the stemCouldn't remove itMy eyes were dimMy face was ghostThe lights were brightAnd now I onlyWait for nightIn my dreamsI'm piercedI'm lost inside a world of badThese dreamsI'm lostA world fragile, landscape sadAnd we defineOurselves by labelsThis life is fullOf fablesAnd no one livingReal storiesI'm waiting for a real storyAnd your arrowsHarrowsIn my dreamsI'm piercedI'm lost inside a world gone wrongIn my dreamsWhereSomehow this one thing went rightI'm not a childI'm just an addictionI'm
Child's PlayChildren wrongAnd know no wrongChildren feelThey don't belongAnd we were just childrenAnd it was just sinAnd we were just childrenSo I let it inChildren wrongAnd know no wrongStupid children only knowHow to play alongAnd it was just a gameSo how could it be badAnd it was just a flameThat burnt me just a tadBut continues to burnThroughout adulthoods yearsAnd continues to preyOn an adults sad childish fearsAnd we were just childrenAnd it was just sinAnd we were just childrenSo I let it inAnd it was just a gameSo how could it be badAnd it was just a flameIt burnt me just a tadBask in the fl
UpsideUpside downIt's such a rushTo have everythingTurnedSo backwardsBut feels rightA reddened darknessNo lightStings a little at firstThen subsidesNo one knowsIt hidesAnd it'sYears agoAnd it feelsLike you knowAnd some thingsAre just rewrittenRight off the pageLovebittenAnd the tsunamis crashIn reverseAnd back to the mortuaryDrives the hearseAnd it's all flippedThere are no rolesEveryone is equal nowIn their childlike ignoranceIn your eyesAnd it's all oppositeThere are no lawsEveryone is ruler nowOf their own childlike ignoranceIn your eyesAnd the fires extinguish themselvesAnd t
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