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Seems like all I ever do Is sit and wait for you. Perhaps it could be You're waiting for me And I on my hands Sitting patiently.
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Needle laden dead face Don't look surprised All your flesh rotten meat Full of toxins that can't degrade You'll never fade you beauty queen. A pile of shit no matter how well plastered, basterdized reality. Shooting up knocked dead, Blazing lights of your side show Making Porno suitors pleasure A pleasure to get away from A treasure to your exes. Laid out, ripped open
Bare rotten flesh
Bloody scars and black eyes
Your so fine it will pay for itself
As you splay yourself for another dime,
The infection seeps in and you creep into new dimensions everytime
A manic manniquen melting the mold
A mental patient with enough money
To destroy yourself with skilled hands
Hiding in the coccoon for the wounds to heal. Check out www.monkmanmedia.com
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Can't sleep Morning wood will get me No more sexy dreams Waking up screaming As the bandages over load And I feel my dick will explode In the unsexual way Frozen in terror and pain The pulsing vein Numb head and blood stained It's 4am and I'm going insane Afraid to sleep Afraid of my brain Freddy Kreugar knifing my knife Impossible to sleep through. That's where I'm at, FML. Check out www.monkmanmedia.com
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To be 26 And far from Jewish To have my fagoygel versnitted The pain and the blood The nap I've woke up from The pain in my loins As it boings between my legs All this too much information A useless cut up piece of flesh for now Fearing an erection or urination How long before my kidneys Or testicles Explode. Where I'm at, now you know. Check out www.monkmanmedia.com
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Sometimes we must rewind Find what's in our mind And design a reality around that. Sometimes we play mice to fat cats Riddled with questions About how to pursue the dreams How to puruse the scheme Which leads to the seemless beaming lights That hold tight And never let go, But in this shaking trance It's hard to hold on even with the feelings So strong Knowing I stand in the wrong With no right To celebrate the delight of life All the strife I feel Is mine and appealing Till I get that old apoligic feeling Apoligies I learned kneeling in the church To sin and beg forgivness The easiest way out To forgive humanity Worked since we begat time When we could put words to prime A clunky robots gears With blood and love and fear. All we hold dear drifts away Till we are the sand through the hour glass figure Sugar on a wet teaspoon Disolving, yet to be enjoyed Bouyed but guiding ships In the right direction. One day I'll be home So inconsistent falling down
Till I feel my place safe and sound
I frown at all the times I let you down
Rather then make any sound
That might bring you down.
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It hurts to say goodbye to you Knowing it's the last time, Knowing you won't remember anyhow. The times we sat together Talking for hours About nothing at all. You would ask me if I'm happy, I'd say yes, And you'd tell me That's the most important thing. I wondered if you were happy And you'd simply reply You couldn't complain. You'd listen to the radio Sitting in your recliner day after day Listening to the obituaries to see If you'd passed away. And as I sit and think about it I know tomorrow you'll be sad To realize you are gone. It's your time. You worked so hard all those years And now you can finally rest. I'll miss you Opa. As leaves fall, Leading to winters of discontent I know the bulbs you planted will bloom, And your legacy will be the flowers.
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in a single second,life is created, in that frequency, we can, potentially, if you just listen right, as well as you say it. feel it.
anything and everything will be yours, in that moment, feeding, the life you are given.
Learn.. Overcome... View.. Engage..
Early morning Out of bed Skip the shower Finger comb Sit alone eating boiled eggs Drinking tea of the waste water Knowing today Is just a repeat of tomorrows Stuggle to keep eyes open Fighting the demon That says go back to bed Stiff neck, sore shoulders Cigerette throat And a banana I head out the door. Check out www.monkmanmedia.com
I'm thankful For your time Listening to me rhyme at rhythm Lacking the percision Of the cultured pearl Which is but fodder for swine. I'm thankful for the food on which I dine, My freinds and all our times together, The weather when it's nice And the spice of life. I'm thankful I have tomorrow off I fickin need it. And I'm thankful for all the Fucked up shit in my head And that I have a place to bleed it. And I'm thankful for you That you care enough to read it.
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today is for tomorrow, yesterday a sorrow we'll never have to suffer again. alas, bring me to the light. I know there is a sun over the horizon, i can wait here forever. Sometimes the night doesn't seem long enough, frozen in a stand firm and free, knowing all the while i'll drift away. content, filler, content i am. Knowing I am spam in a pre-processed world, connected; feeding you my status. tubed into a cold, unfeeling apparatus, stick stuck, fat pockets let me breathe. every poison my heart desires, on fire, a spire to my gods, across the world; the press shall read, despite our imperfections, we are balanced. un fou, a le sandwich de la vie, burnt toast and burned out, tossed out for better bred, delightful tastes of waste, it's what we do well, buy sell buy sell buy sell i choose page 34, and walk through a door to a distant future landscape on a mount of snow in the search of destiny the sun comes up, melts the snow, the landslide pulls me down but i struggle back up through the rubbish and spam and find my feet once again on solid grounds of a disintegrating castle. wah wah wahhhhhhhhhh.
The joints no longer bend Strained I twisted wet and weary Waiting for a day to come When I can rest. And the blessings I've been forgiven
Living in an akward shell
Knowing everyone is trying as hard
To make a living
And I'm living it up as well
In my own wired way. Instances granted
Take to much for granite
The eroding planet
No time for crying as the body
Decays,
Many ways it could be much worse
Cause I know I'll crawl back
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Feel the season change The wind blows And I know I'm rundown for a reason, Putting a little sweat in to grease the Cogs on the clock of tomorrow, Doing time in an exausted state For the elation of the end result. Been on easy streets to long
Skipping merrily by on smiles
And now
Still smiling
I am pushed to the limit of my resources
But it is not discourse I feel
Just the regret that I can't keep up
With the social world
In this box I have framed
Making new freinds I don't have time to drink with,
Old freinds I haven't seen in months,
And may not for years. Please be patient with me,
On the other end
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40th and main ?what be? when it came to me. does it explain? torment and pain? the same, all the same. painted in purple, on main st. perhaps? i'm confused now. all up and down, these hidden subways, torn and tapped out, restricted, but not conflicted. when all is said and done. these streets are ripe with decay, ah, to a bright light delight.
don't ever give up.
here's a funny big word! malapropism.
bleed.
I wrote you a poem A rant An irrelevant piece of prose I suppose you could see now If it had sent, But some crook of programming Blocked my shot at explanation For the frustration I feel For not calling. I've been racing around Knowing I'll get up before I've had the chance to sleep sound Bound to sweat for my welfare To stubborn for welfare Jobs overlapping Slapping myself silly To stay awake Breaking commitments silently Feel like an ass for passing as something less then all I can be No periods, Just a run on day In steel shoes with a walking blues Stradling my brow Knowing some how It will all be okay. Check out www.monkmanmedia.com
Last weekend, I joined my step brother for a little getaway, so to speak. We headed up to his cottage with nothing but the essentials, coffee, booze, cigarettes, laugh, and etc. This was my first time going to his cottage, previously his Dad took his life in that very spot, hense he now has it in his possession. ( Some of you know I'm not a what you call it, "a normal kid" I just understand somethings people cannot. ) I walked into the building and immediately got weird vibes from it's own presence. Like a stale and disturbed energy, and for some reason it was pulling me to the back of the building... I walked into what looked like a bedroom, untouched, dusty in it's condition. As soon as I stopped moving I felt as if I wasn't supposed to be in there. Back to the Crew and party. Last one up, last one to put out the fire, just drinking to shake of that vibe. I eventually cleaned everything up and crashed on the couch in the sun room. Late in brewed out witching hours, I got this weird tingling on my face, realized right then and there it was a spider mowing on my flesh. slapped my face, and shook my hair out and in that moment, I felt that static once again, whipped my head to the side just to see this black figure intensely coming forward over my body. In shear shock, I passed out. Waking up to tell my brother to "Sell it now!"
i can taste you, throw out the old bones, rebuild, stand firm, denial, restructure... mind the wonder, breathe, now, choke on the idea. tomber, this way, this way, this way. stop.
Me, all you precieve me to be. I, just am. Check out www.monkmanmedia.com
i had a dream of you 2 months ago, started searching, through this wet coloured acid like dreamstate. deeper, and deeper; adumbrant inner thoughts.
everything was in dark blues, and greens. the landscape was filled with dry trees. the sand like ground was chalk like and swirling. then woke up for a split second, to see my room. softly closing my eyes, i began to view pin up blank letter sized papers, all in proper distance... blowing in the wind. violently pulling me back into the vast landscape, directly face first into you, you float as if you were submerged, and as soon as that happened, you whispered, we're connected. and i sprung up out of bed. all distorted, questioning inside, tearing the dream apart for answers. still scarred. strung out, me o my in my can of worms. still strung out, and sinking..fast.
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