rock bottom (so smoke 'em if you got 'em)
we're down here at rock bottom
this chamber's set to erupt
so smoke 'em if you got 'em
everything is pretty fucked
who knows where this slope began
but we see where it's going
though it's not part of our plan
seems there's no way of slowing
this descent into madness
with our apathetic gaits
with all manner of badness
and suffering that awaits
we're down here at rock bottom
this chamber's set to erupt
so smoke 'em if you got 'em
everything is pretty fucked
despite where this slope began
we need a way to get off
to reverse what gains we can
as we slid towards the loss
of humanity's true gifts
of the hearts that give us strength
find ways to recover this
go to nearly any length
we're down here at rock bottom
this chamber's set to erupt
so smoke 'em if you got 'em
everything is pretty fucked
who cares where this slope began
no time for pointing fingers
hit bottom before we planned
who knows how long we'll linger
sinking deeper in this sand
before it all gets vented
and then who knows where we'll land
what could have been prevented
we're down here at rock bottom
this chamber's set to erupt
so smoke 'em if you got 'em
everything is pretty fucked
despite where this slope began
it has brought us to this place
now we must do all we can
to return its state of grace
(4/21/24)
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manifested (now destiny is dancing)
been broken in these cages
at all times have been tested
was spoken of for ages
destiny manifested
right there upon the pages
the story was arrested
handed down from the sages
before the words were tested
now destiny is dancing
to rhythms she has before
the gravest moves entrancing
luring me right to death's door
been broken in these places
know their touch to be so cold
each leaves a couple traces
to know stories will be told
as destiny displaces
every healer from their hold
a loss of each the graces
and a breaking of the mold
now destiny is dancing
to rhythms she has before
the gravest moves entrancing
luring me right to death's door
been broken in these cages
again and again bested
was open to the stages
made sure I was invested
the payment of the pages
was not what was suggested
was crafted by the mages
destiny manifested
now destiny is dancing
to rhythms she has before
the gravest moves entrancing
luring me right to death's door
(4/20/24)
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midnight sonata
in the first movement
of this sonata
I gave my two cents
it gave me nada
there was a chord struck
with ivory keys
a man with no luck
I stood before thee
my soul was barren
and my steps were plain
the notes were blaring
each was filled with pain
in the next movement
of this sonata
there was improvement
penned an errata
there was a chord struck
each a symphony
a man with no luck
just melancholy
felt my soul shaken
by turns of the screw
found it was taken
knew not what to do
by the third movement
of this sonata
no longer prudent
arm the armada
an accord was struck
with ivory keys
the pieces corrupt
what more would be seized
just echoes of soul
and figments of flesh
there was no control
there will be none left
by the last movement
of this sonata
became my blueprint
midnight's stigmata
(4/18/24)
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I won't accept my fate
...I will create it!
(4/15/24)
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the hollow era
I.
we are the hollow era
engorged on endless streams of corrosive content
intermingling with cascading and compounded traumas
passed down for generations
blistered souls breaking in the web of connected disconnects and networked neuroses
empty vessels of emptier engagements
intending unity through the guise of excessive exceptionalism
boxing ourselves in for barriers feel like safety
we wear them as life vests when they are really just straitjackets
preserving nothing but the prejudice
the price of freedom
legacies left to linger in the lore
where never again became evermore
for we are the hollow
for we are the dead
we drown in the shallow
I said what I said
II.
the twilight kingdom was lost in the night
when the dream was found to be a figment
no straps on the boots that Jack built
thine eyes had seen the glory, but the story was just that
a story
a tale told at bedtime to usher in peaceful incursions of the subconscious
to hold the truth of the world at bay
for as long as such dreams are able to at least
but in the right light dreams can prove such fragile things
almost as fragile as the beings that bore them
yet we shan't give voice to the reason
as the unreasonable take the stage
it's all the rage
it's all rage
III.
this is the dead land
the land of the lost
we lie with heads of stone sinking further and further into the sand
into the land
the land of the dead
and we try to rise
but it comes as no surprise
that the weight of the stone
that of the known
keeps us grounded
but not in the ways we'd like
remnant restrictions of yesteryear
before our development was arrested and our conscience was compromised
now everyone puts baby in the corner
IV.
we moved in ways that kept the eyes at the front
eye for an eye
seeing nothing yet pretending to see all
sightless leaders recklessly racing towards an end so plainly seen
stacked in the silos of the silenced
humanity deterred
we once understood the might of mercy
might be lost to us now, but we knew it then
held it to our breast and praised its name
sung songs of its majesty
all just words to us now
V.
this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
not with a bang but a moronic destabilization of purpose and mission
cruelly calculated and so profound in the scale of its cognitive dissonance that reason and logic no longer have places at the table
this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
indeed with a bang
heads banging endlessly against the walls where once we had written
replaced with these scalp-scribed scriptures
the postmodern cave paintings of the frustrated and feckless
the hollow era
this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
the way it was always going to
the way it was always going to
the way it was always going to
you gave us a voice and then expected us not use it
(4/14/24)
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the abyss (a shadow born and shadow bred)
for when I looked into myself
all I saw was an abyss
and there was really nothing else
just this deep pit of darkness
a shadow born and shadow bred
I was always of the dark
by each its verses I am fed
bleeding daily from the start
and so I will 'til I am dead
as each cycle leaves its mark
a shadow born and shadow bred
I was always of the dark
and when I looked into myself
all I saw was the abyss
and there was really nothing else
at all below its surface
a shadow born and shadow bred
this would always be my place
knew how my story would be tread
from the pen's very first trace
and by its spilled ink I was led
it was my first touch of grace
a shadow born and shadow bred
this would always be my place
and there was really nothing else
all the rest had been destroyed
so when I looked into myself
there was nothing but the void
a shadow born and shadow bred
I was always of the dark
by each its verses I am fed
bleeding daily from the heart
(4/12/24)
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the world was built on magic (festivals of shame)
and when we killed the goddess
there came a torrent of rain
nothing about it modest
in our festivals of shame
the world was built on magic
its seeds so deeply planted
but we made moves so drastic
and took it all for granted
we left the soils all barren
and we spoiled the roots and yields
there was nothing to spare then
we impacted each the fields
and then we killed the goddess
brought forth a torrent of rain
nothing about it modest
in these festivals of shame
the world was built on magic
but we tore all of that down
in moves over-dramatic
left it rotting in the ground
was traded for religion
one more system of control
now no acts of contrition
can save our collective soul
for when we killed the goddess
there came a torrent of rain
nothing about it modest
in our festivals of shame
the world was built on magic
on the feminine divine
but toxic men of plastic
poisoned every single vine
(4/11/24)
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you can fear the reaper
just don't let it show
for the truth goes deeper
if you know you know
and the road gets steeper
the further you go
each step lands a keeper
if you know you know
yes, we can decode bliss
let sabers rattle
you just have to know this
it's half the battle
yes, the pen has more might
than the sword has blows
both hurt in their own right
if you know you know
you play the erudite
but it's all for show
out of mind, out of sight
if you know you know
yes, we can decode bliss
let sabers rattle
you just have to know this
it's half the battle
yes, you will be reaping
all that which you sow
those roots keep you steeping
if you know you know
time continues creeping
its pace never slows
days are worth repeating
if you know you know
yes, we can decode bliss
let sabers rattle
you just have to know this
it's half the battle
you can fear the reaper
just don't let it show
for your truth goes deeper
if you know you know
(4/9/24)
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no hope for the holder (no light for the pen)
so blot out the sun
yes, take it from sight
for all that I've done
doesn't deserve light
give it to shadows
cast out through the night
engaged in battles
that are not their fight
no hope for the holder
no light for the pen
just days getting colder
in sync with the sin
yes, blot out the sun
and steal it from view
for what I've become
the dark is its due
given to shadows
before I was cast
rooted in battles
from another's past
no hope for the holder
no light for the pen
just days getting colder
in sync with the sin
so blot out the sun
yes, take it from sight
with all I have done
I shan't have the light
give it to shadows
more suited than I
who won their battles
on strength of their cry
no hope for the holder
no light for the pen
just days getting colder
in sync with the sin
yes, blot out the sun
and steal it from view
have seen what's to come
know what I have due
given to shadows
no means of escape
broken by battles
that I came to late
no hope for the holder
no light for the pen
just days getting colder
in sync with the sin
so blot out the sun
yes, take it from sight
for all that I've done
doesn't deserve light
(4/8/24)
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what has been suffered
“you must suffer for your art”
now they say that isn't true
but I had long done my part
now my heart is black and blue
can I go back to the start
get its beat to be renewed
trace a brand new kind of arc
shape the arc into a mood?
and will this shadow depart
that which gives my voice its hue
for I suffered for my art
and my voice became imbued
what path is there from this dark
have there tread a storied few
if there is I will embark
before my journey concludes
perhaps it's too deep a mark
to ever now be removed
'tis now the shade of my heart
how it shall always be viewed
“you must suffer for your art”
now they say that isn't true
but I had long done my part
now my heart is black and blue
(4/6/24)
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the soul room revisited
this is the soul room
a place for the damned
those in this dark tomb
are lost like I am
I entered the tomb
when innocence fell
was all but consumed
was easy to tell
was destined from one
each day led me here
despite battles won
was perfectly clear
I was but the lost
gone without a trace
my soul was the cost
this room was my place
this is the soul room
a place for the damned
those in this dark tomb
are lost like I am
returned to the tomb
hoped to uncover
the roots of my doom
means to recover
from the beginning
the prophets spoke true
this is the ending
delivered unto
the lost and wicked
all those without grace
as was predicted
this room was our place
this is the soul room
a place for the damned
those in this dark tomb
are lost like I am
I entered the tomb
when innocence fell
was all but consumed
and left here to tell
(4/4/24)
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of the flame
first time's a gimme
second may do harm
third time is iffy
what makes it a charm
not all get a third
fewer get it right
chances are reserved
for those with the fight
give it all you've got
never let it quell
you are of the flame
go and give 'em hell
first time is practice
second is for pace
third gives an axis
that's what gives it grace
not all get to three
fewer get it right
must prove you're worthy
show you've got the fight
give it all you've got
never let it quell
you are of the flame
go and give 'em hell
first time's a gimme
second may do harm
third time is iffy
what makes it a charm
(4/3/24)
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ordinary days (sound the trumpets)
was on an ordinary day
that we saw a simple man
move in extraordinary ways
to secure his simple plan
but a complexity of plays
that he'd never understand
made a complexity of ways
that would slap his tiny hands
sound the trumpets once for freedom
twice so he can take the fifth
'cause you know he's gonna need 'em
if there is any justice
so let us make a pledge this day
while the simple speak so loud
never again is this our way
fascism won't be allowed
not here in the U.S. of A.
lets make our grandfather's proud
and all who fought on the world stage
first time it fell 'neath this shroud
sound the trumpets once for freedom
twice so he can take the fifth
'cause you know he's gonna need 'em
he must answer for the sixth
will be an ordinary day
when we see this simple man
who will finally have to pay
for all of his simple plans
to throw millions of votes away
to keep power in his hands
to be dictator for a day
no thanks, that's not how we're ran
sound the trumpets once for freedom
twice so he can take the fifth
'cause you know he's gonna need 'em
if there is any justice
(4/2/24)
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I danced the danse macabre
I came to know myself
through the pain that burned inside
by way of how it felt
so I let it be my guide
it led me through the storms
it led me through the valleys
was there to keep me warm
when no one else would have me
I knew all of the steps
knew for sure that I could cob
the pen it resurrects
so I danced the danse macabre
I came to know myself
through the pain life inflicted
by way the cuts were dealt
when they were unrestricted
at times my saving grace
at times my utter horror
was to denote my place
when I was out of order
I knew all of the steps
each the players in the mob
the pen it resurrects
so I danced the danse macabre
I came to know myself
through the pain that persisted
by way of how I dwelt
on paths that I insisted
it led me to the streams
it led me to the valleys
it taught me how to dream
when nothing else would have me
I knew all of the steps
knew for sure that I could cob
the pen it resurrects
so I danced the danse macabre
(4/1/24)
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the devil (cancel my subscription)
devil's in the details
the shadow's on the wall
wasn't meant to prevail
no, I came here to fall
so as it is written
now it shall come to pass
tongues they will be bitten
and all are made of glass
cancel my subscription
I'm far too numb to deal
painful predilections
that somehow I still feel
exiled interdiction
that decree was the seal
cancel my subscription
I'm far too numb to deal
the devil that you know
the shadow that you cast
my pace was far too slow
could not outrun the past
so as it is written
so too shall it be heard
none will be forgiven
not underneath the word
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I'm far too numb to deal
painful predilections
that somehow I still feel
exiled interdiction
that decree was the seal
cancel my subscription
I'm far too numb to deal
I speak of the devil
the shadow was my cue
brought me here to revel
a level up was due
so as it is written
now shall the spirit guide
nothing here is hidden
for there's nothing to hide
cancel my subscription
I'm far too numb to deal
painful predilections
that somehow I still feel
exiled interdiction
that decree was the seal
cancel my subscription
I'm far too numb to deal
devil's in the details
the shadow's on the wall
wasn't meant to prevail
no, I came here to fall
(3/31/24)
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light and dark (songs of sorrow)
seed and spark
the artist's way
hard of heart
that will betray
light and dark
the shadow play
tragic arc
one of decay
words bespoke
no tomorrow
hit the notes
songs of sorrow
bleed and bark
at bite laid bare
work of art
yet unaware
light and dark
it's in the air
tragic start
one of despair
words bespoke
no tomorrow
hit the notes
songs of sorrow
seed and spark
the artist's way
words impart
they won't belay
light and dark
one cannot stay
tragic arc
one of decay
words bespoke
no tomorrow
hit the notes
songs of sorrow
bleed and bark
at bite unblessed
miss the mark
at every test
light and dark
both unimpressed
tragic start
one of distress
words bespoke
no tomorrow
hit the notes
songs of sorrow
seed and spark
the artist's need
light and dark
the bark and bleed
(3/30/24)
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