Fists of thunder
Or balls of steel
I think I'll use my vanity
To stir up mass appeal
Gotta note that I should make up
That is bullshit
Corrupt cop
Mona lisa stirred the ghost rider
Zenith was the one mentally inside her
Puzzled or dreaming
Hoping to ponder
The next big thing is Joshua Shepard
I wonder...
Friday, April 6, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Power Suit
Power Suit
Powder Suit
That gleams in the sunlight
Fresh faces esteemed in the twilight
Weep golden and blue
Dare to be different
But exactly who are you?
I am a man who had a lost child
To him I repeatedly apologize
Just watch me chide you and smile
You are the real Brainchild
Like a power suit gauntlet
Like a Claymore I can lift
You wear a power suit
And are eternally equipped...
To: Justin
Powder Suit
That gleams in the sunlight
Fresh faces esteemed in the twilight
Weep golden and blue
Dare to be different
But exactly who are you?
I am a man who had a lost child
To him I repeatedly apologize
Just watch me chide you and smile
You are the real Brainchild
Like a power suit gauntlet
Like a Claymore I can lift
You wear a power suit
And are eternally equipped...
To: Justin
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Past Times
In past times of woe
The brave weren't G.I. Joe's
The submitten weren't chosen
To the abundent forerosen
The life of a loser
If you weren't such a chooser
The quest of the hound
Not on the way to the pound
The sway of dismay
To the abundent suarrey
The hopeful comotion
That precedes every devotion
And the tag that precedes the label
On every given fable
That is above or under the table
In adjacent revenge
To an apprehensious sledge
For time was a bitch
Not such a winch
To sleepless erosion
That suspends every motion
In an angle that befit father time
Who ended his life of crime
With a filter of fate
With no crimes of hate
That befit the notion
Of tudored devotion
To portents bend
In every thought I rend.
The brave weren't G.I. Joe's
The submitten weren't chosen
To the abundent forerosen
The life of a loser
If you weren't such a chooser
The quest of the hound
Not on the way to the pound
The sway of dismay
To the abundent suarrey
The hopeful comotion
That precedes every devotion
And the tag that precedes the label
On every given fable
That is above or under the table
In adjacent revenge
To an apprehensious sledge
For time was a bitch
Not such a winch
To sleepless erosion
That suspends every motion
In an angle that befit father time
Who ended his life of crime
With a filter of fate
With no crimes of hate
That befit the notion
Of tudored devotion
To portents bend
In every thought I rend.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Nutrisweet
Nutrisweet like nectar
How far is your vector
For I am a sugaraholic
Do I need to go to A.A. for that
Not in my coffee
But more comes from beer
I'm not an alcholic or a queer
But I love synthetic sugar
Coat me in white
I'm dressed appropriately today
Kiss the guy on the beach goodnight
Get payed tomorrow
May go to L.A.
Or whatever whatever
Bad if it's a shitty day...
How far is your vector
For I am a sugaraholic
Do I need to go to A.A. for that
Not in my coffee
But more comes from beer
I'm not an alcholic or a queer
But I love synthetic sugar
Coat me in white
I'm dressed appropriately today
Kiss the guy on the beach goodnight
Get payed tomorrow
May go to L.A.
Or whatever whatever
Bad if it's a shitty day...
Sunday, March 18, 2012
The Relentless Ease
It's easy to admit defeat
But then you aren't really trying
Beg, Borrow, Steal
You know you are lying
Today is the greatest
Tommorow is the worst
a life of misery
well rehearsed
Capitulation's Duets
The California Locusts
The "God's of California"!
On that we are more focused
Big Bang Babies
or Blood Syndicates
Of our metamorphasis through survival
We can never forget
Bio Electric
Am I wolf or am I great cat
Amazing I'm a natural
Not born in a vat....
But then you aren't really trying
Beg, Borrow, Steal
You know you are lying
Today is the greatest
Tommorow is the worst
a life of misery
well rehearsed
Capitulation's Duets
The California Locusts
The "God's of California"!
On that we are more focused
Big Bang Babies
or Blood Syndicates
Of our metamorphasis through survival
We can never forget
Bio Electric
Am I wolf or am I great cat
Amazing I'm a natural
Not born in a vat....
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
BioRythme
Mio biorythmo es comprado negro
Para somos ojos rojidos
Aquis necro grag neyt
The transformation is now complete.
A new synthesis to equilibrium risperidol and stimulant pidulum
Para somos ojos rojidos
Aquis necro grag neyt
The transformation is now complete.
A new synthesis to equilibrium risperidol and stimulant pidulum
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Time Elaspses
Time elapses like a broadened crisper
You can hear about it through fables
A meep or a whisper
To omuch tnacity too much bravado
I should have oredered another pizza in Chicago
When the wind went wild
I took the thought train
My mind to soon be landing like a learjet in lane
You can hear about it through fables
A meep or a whisper
To omuch tnacity too much bravado
I should have oredered another pizza in Chicago
When the wind went wild
I took the thought train
My mind to soon be landing like a learjet in lane
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Face goes under...
Face goes under
Like rolling thunder
An oncoming wave of apprehension
Stirs my electric appetite's convention
I feel the breeze under my skin
Face goes under when I sin
Time elapses like a fine grain of sand
My conventionalism comes from
Weird things on my hands
Face goes under
When I walk the fine line
Eyes closed I can see things benign
Truth in a bottle
A fine fixation on the label
Face goes under
When others tell a fable...
J.P.S.
Like rolling thunder
An oncoming wave of apprehension
Stirs my electric appetite's convention
I feel the breeze under my skin
Face goes under when I sin
Time elapses like a fine grain of sand
My conventionalism comes from
Weird things on my hands
Face goes under
When I walk the fine line
Eyes closed I can see things benign
Truth in a bottle
A fine fixation on the label
Face goes under
When others tell a fable...
J.P.S.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Life is a quest for cigarettes
Life is a quest for cigarettes
Because it just depends on time
Iambic pentameter
Quatrain for the ryhme
Justify the pose
And try not to make yourself
A corrupt judge
That man is a pedafile
I'm not made of sludge
I hope to achieve
But I already have
Make me do it again
And you rest on a slab
Ugly is about more than looks
Beautiful is in the mind
Life is a quest for cigarettes
I take it in kind...
Because it just depends on time
Iambic pentameter
Quatrain for the ryhme
Justify the pose
And try not to make yourself
A corrupt judge
That man is a pedafile
I'm not made of sludge
I hope to achieve
But I already have
Make me do it again
And you rest on a slab
Ugly is about more than looks
Beautiful is in the mind
Life is a quest for cigarettes
I take it in kind...
Friday, February 10, 2012
Smokers on the run
Puff puff cid and nancy
Do you ever read Tom Clancy
Like I was so hardened by wires
That don't requir cords or forest fires
It' really way to many all aboards
Can't you people strike your own vocal cords
My synapses do not leave my muscles behind.
Because I use the light to read contraceptions of the mind
Like little babies that spring
From immature erections
Got zapped way too many times
Pica Pica throw away their limes
When I charge up it's somewhat bioelectric
Like a blue wolf I store in the hectic
what have you got in your manic munion
Cruise the streets and try not to eat butt funguns.
Do you ever read Tom Clancy
Like I was so hardened by wires
That don't requir cords or forest fires
It' really way to many all aboards
Can't you people strike your own vocal cords
My synapses do not leave my muscles behind.
Because I use the light to read contraceptions of the mind
Like little babies that spring
From immature erections
Got zapped way too many times
Pica Pica throw away their limes
When I charge up it's somewhat bioelectric
Like a blue wolf I store in the hectic
what have you got in your manic munion
Cruise the streets and try not to eat butt funguns.
Dominating Denominator
Demonstrate tension
Dungeon trick
The best way
Is suck my dick
To a nexus
Or to a sphere
California get out of here
Gotto texas
Be a pilgrim
A new cowboy
On a hildedrum
Then to Mars
Strapped behind
seats of smoking cars
Secret companion
Secret Scent
The tension here
Is not heaven sent
I'm so high
I'm so bent
Well Lookee here
At a new horizon
If you meet the devil
Don't despise him
God get out of control sometimes
Close to ground zero
A miscellaneous quote
Got mixed up
And made me a hero
To a country with a new flag
Not a red faction
A flash bang
Vampire Fledling I think not
Spyder, wolf and Great cat cot
Don't deface
What was not meant to destroy
Jessica is not a toy.
Dungeon trick
The best way
Is suck my dick
To a nexus
Or to a sphere
California get out of here
Gotto texas
Be a pilgrim
A new cowboy
On a hildedrum
Then to Mars
Strapped behind
seats of smoking cars
Secret companion
Secret Scent
The tension here
Is not heaven sent
I'm so high
I'm so bent
Well Lookee here
At a new horizon
If you meet the devil
Don't despise him
God get out of control sometimes
Close to ground zero
A miscellaneous quote
Got mixed up
And made me a hero
To a country with a new flag
Not a red faction
A flash bang
Vampire Fledling I think not
Spyder, wolf and Great cat cot
Don't deface
What was not meant to destroy
Jessica is not a toy.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
The Body is a vehicle for the Mind To: Hemisphere
Vessels of various shapes and sizes
Tassels that stream
Surrounding the mind's vessel
In a body of hopes and dreams
If you don't like the corporeal
Then you travel in one of essence
As the mind's eye wanders
Hope is obsequisly incessant
A tattered heart is not apparent
To a tudor's quest
To make one's love individual
It must pass every distress
To mesh a heart is to mend a vessel
Vassal to love's forlorn ordering
Even a vehicle of dismay
May adhere to rougher cornering
A ruffian is but obsessed with primitive pretense
The body being the vehicle for the mind
With one who understands it's sixth sense
And beliegures ones of meekness
As the meek are justifiable
The weak cannot continue
Please try not to blame their hearts as vessels
As they may seek a body as another venue.
J.P.S.
Tassels that stream
Surrounding the mind's vessel
In a body of hopes and dreams
If you don't like the corporeal
Then you travel in one of essence
As the mind's eye wanders
Hope is obsequisly incessant
A tattered heart is not apparent
To a tudor's quest
To make one's love individual
It must pass every distress
To mesh a heart is to mend a vessel
Vassal to love's forlorn ordering
Even a vehicle of dismay
May adhere to rougher cornering
A ruffian is but obsessed with primitive pretense
The body being the vehicle for the mind
With one who understands it's sixth sense
And beliegures ones of meekness
As the meek are justifiable
The weak cannot continue
Please try not to blame their hearts as vessels
As they may seek a body as another venue.
J.P.S.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
The Cantankerous Cavern
Stalagtite
Stalagmite
Smitten from the ground
Like fool's teeth
That always surround
Steps to heaven
Are like teeth
With serrated edges
Grounding meat with saberlike sledges
A poem is just a paradigm
To hold something
Carniverous at bay
It's almost Christmas
Maybe Santa Claus can slay?
Pretense is a passion
Which bends to stay
Hope is an answer
To an orderless path
Light to the obelisk
With Einstein's math
Pythagoreous Davincical
Fornicate and beg
Needing to make a duality
A substantial nest egg
Here is the sensuality
Like a dripping keg
Keeping the heart at bay
And steadfast to you
An obelisk's device
Is a filter that bids adieu
But more than a filter
As a stalagtite falls down
A stalagmite sleeps up
Intercepting a cavern
As cantankerous as a crup
As finite as a crucible
A mutter to a steeple
I sleep in this cavern
Filled with supernatural peoples...
J.P.S.
Stalagmite
Smitten from the ground
Like fool's teeth
That always surround
Steps to heaven
Are like teeth
With serrated edges
Grounding meat with saberlike sledges
A poem is just a paradigm
To hold something
Carniverous at bay
It's almost Christmas
Maybe Santa Claus can slay?
Pretense is a passion
Which bends to stay
Hope is an answer
To an orderless path
Light to the obelisk
With Einstein's math
Pythagoreous Davincical
Fornicate and beg
Needing to make a duality
A substantial nest egg
Here is the sensuality
Like a dripping keg
Keeping the heart at bay
And steadfast to you
An obelisk's device
Is a filter that bids adieu
But more than a filter
As a stalagtite falls down
A stalagmite sleeps up
Intercepting a cavern
As cantankerous as a crup
As finite as a crucible
A mutter to a steeple
I sleep in this cavern
Filled with supernatural peoples...
J.P.S.
Gun Play
Desert Eagle to life
Because I need a bigger caliber
Using a sawed off
Like persistant to a Mayan calendar
Don't bring em to Kalifornia
They will all wind up dead
Unless they find safety
With a book instead
Berettas and Glocks
Bullet proof tests
This is an allegory
About mechanical friends
A bullet is as logical
As the evidence is clear
A large chamber
And a target steared
Clack and click
Then the chamber closes
Ready for action
With gunpowder in their noses
Playing with guns
Or cautious fire hoses
Smoke jumpers run
Like a smelling salt
Caught in the pyre
Use the safety for bliss
Use flames for pounding
Acid bullets soften
Peoples surroundings
What is never positive
About guns if it's people pulling thier triggers
Giving up a conscience
When battles never figure
To shoot straight
Is not the art of war
Fair is not welcome
In a gunnery award
My scope is a brat
With a coin to the boatman
As I hunt you down
You're not given atonement
If you're my target
You are not easy prey
And I'm investing upon
Not a gun To earn my pay
That is well taught
Gun play!
J.P.S.
Because I need a bigger caliber
Using a sawed off
Like persistant to a Mayan calendar
Don't bring em to Kalifornia
They will all wind up dead
Unless they find safety
With a book instead
Berettas and Glocks
Bullet proof tests
This is an allegory
About mechanical friends
A bullet is as logical
As the evidence is clear
A large chamber
And a target steared
Clack and click
Then the chamber closes
Ready for action
With gunpowder in their noses
Playing with guns
Or cautious fire hoses
Smoke jumpers run
Like a smelling salt
Caught in the pyre
Use the safety for bliss
Use flames for pounding
Acid bullets soften
Peoples surroundings
What is never positive
About guns if it's people pulling thier triggers
Giving up a conscience
When battles never figure
To shoot straight
Is not the art of war
Fair is not welcome
In a gunnery award
My scope is a brat
With a coin to the boatman
As I hunt you down
You're not given atonement
If you're my target
You are not easy prey
And I'm investing upon
Not a gun To earn my pay
That is well taught
Gun play!
J.P.S.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
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foundations fall faster flawlessly flander falacys fantasy floating fusion flatly fashion fellow fally fat focus fun farrowed fancy fondlings fastly fumbling facets flashing foe finished from frost fetish funneled filtered faggots forced fads fenses flossing floosies fooling fantoms feet fishing foots
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Saturday, January 14, 2012
He once said...
He once said...
That life is but a dream
Hithero beings of lifestreams
To arm yourself with a conscience
Is like the opposite of being so pompous
The dream is an apprendational visage
Where the light comes from within
You absorb it during the daytime
The eyes being the reticle of the spin
Spinning a web thought throng in a thought pattern
Entails a legendary stature of substance
Sustenance to a being who loves control
While sustaining a being from subconcious reactionisms
Reaction is a paradigm of transmutive reclitudes
For a counter being as poignant to an antithesis
As a climb is as passive as it is comfortably climactic
Crimson and clover
Over and over...
Like a lover's leap that confounds the rocks
Conscience in a lullaby to the sanctimoneus state of pursuing self
Selfless if you are a medium
Relentless as a median
A thought can pinpoint the everlasting
As a glimpse of content...
If only for a limited point in an emotif
An epiphony can be as rewarding as candy
As an aphrodesiac can also be a good confection
To the paradidactic...
The longer you realize to ponder
The pondering will never become a hindrance.
That life is but a dream
Hithero beings of lifestreams
To arm yourself with a conscience
Is like the opposite of being so pompous
The dream is an apprendational visage
Where the light comes from within
You absorb it during the daytime
The eyes being the reticle of the spin
Spinning a web thought throng in a thought pattern
Entails a legendary stature of substance
Sustenance to a being who loves control
While sustaining a being from subconcious reactionisms
Reaction is a paradigm of transmutive reclitudes
For a counter being as poignant to an antithesis
As a climb is as passive as it is comfortably climactic
Crimson and clover
Over and over...
Like a lover's leap that confounds the rocks
Conscience in a lullaby to the sanctimoneus state of pursuing self
Selfless if you are a medium
Relentless as a median
A thought can pinpoint the everlasting
As a glimpse of content...
If only for a limited point in an emotif
An epiphony can be as rewarding as candy
As an aphrodesiac can also be a good confection
To the paradidactic...
The longer you realize to ponder
The pondering will never become a hindrance.
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