Embittered with envy and evil intent,
he knew what he was but did not care.
His god was his ego, his fight unfair,
no holds barred. He stole, he lied,
he never prayed. He thought he was great.
He had no friends, not even his wife.
His children hated him, now long dispersed
much to his wife's agony. Evil excited him.
He never shook hands or waved a greeting.
But money spells power, and many were afraid
to be on the wrong side of his good books.
So he received no love and no respect.
And when he died, no bells tolled their dirge,
no eulogy was read during his cremation;
all were glad, especially his wife
who was now rich and glad.
And on his tombstone, she had engraved:
"A closed hand cannot receive."
Bang my bongos and I'll pluck your big bouzouki
or shake your maracas at me
and I'll rattle my tambourine for you
it's all it takes to make beautiful music together
undeniably the right thing to do
which in and of itself is an ambitious endeavour
but as the tectonic plates in my fate all shift
I'm starved for intelligent conversation
in this intellectual wilderness there's a rift
how long can I hold my breath in negation
living here among losers in the land of make-believe
where they can only relate to characters on television
and rude loud local yokels dumb everything down
Lord I'm not truly grateful for what I am about to receive
from these ignorant arrogant violent clowns
Kantung yang penuh
Di genggam, pendirian dari jauh
Lirrik syahdu berkeluaran, jatuh
Jaring menanti semua sifat angkuh
Telah merintih mengerik yang terpendam
Sayatan luka dulu, penting ?, kau termakan dendam
Malam benderang bila waktu menidur
Hujan melelap bila sakit akur
dalam gagal menentang realita
Buta dari semua mimpi, terpejam mata.
English translation :
Title: in all dreams
A full pocket
Holded, a stance from afar
Soulful lyrics spill out, falling
A net awaits all arrogance
Buried groans have been heard
The wounds were important before? You're consumed by revenge
The night is bright when it's time to sleep
The rain falls asleep when the pain is in harmony
Failed to confront reality
Blind from all dreams, eyes closed.
Cat in the window
Surveying the world
Cosy and warm
Tail all curled
Soaking up sunshine
Or watching the rain
It looks out on the street
With arrogant disdain
Bias, for the greater good.
Suffer in silence, prosper in paradise.
A new light will become a new pit of darkness.
Wretched spawn of Persephone.
Disgusting paranoia fills the fog with toxic storms,
drifting through the night sky.
Rotten seeds are the roots for the forest of lust.
Asking for that glorious purpose.
What can’t be given, must be taken.
Someone like you cannot hope to control this energy.
Your power will be offered to the gods as well now.
Disappear into oblivion.
Quantico meeting
hot air arrogant speeches
looking for applause
Families, friends, neighbors, communities,
living in the land of liberty.
A nation easy to divide,
fed by smears, seduced by lies.
Emotions worn like fragile sleeves,
hatred finds a place to breathe.
A sickness spreads, unseen but loud,
echoed through the media cloud.
Even when the facts aren’t true,
they comfort those who always knew.
We fracture more with every feud,
distrust becomes our daily mood.
Arrogance floats through the air,
ignorance tangled everywhere.
We elect with hope, then watch despair,
do they serve, or do they stare?
Freedom to vote, a hollow ring
when sides refuse to shift or swing.
You speak your mind, you risk the cost,
mocked, dismissed, your meaning lost.
We’re growing colder, more confined,
trapped in one-dimensional minds.
Opposition seen as threat,
truth becomes what we forget.
And when debate no longer lives,
hatred is the truth we give.
Had a look at Wayne Glew, having a go.'
Has enforcement experience and some
Clues.' Seems confused about Porepunkah.' Then i am too.' A shotgun
Is not a precesision firearm.' A strange
Stew, two men down no ballistics statistics spoken..Which shoud be simply reported to my notion.? Brian Naylor a real
News anchor 'would had basic info to share with the state and Nation.' Another
Officer first reported shot in the leg.' Now
It is the shoulder..Which is closer to the head.' Now some bait is lured, 'up to a mill ?' They've said.' Sort of like having a price on his head..Meanwhile a crime wave is hitting Melbourne town, shops robbed three to four times in twelve hours.' Stressfull to the mind.' I see the strain on
My people, niw don't think on this I'm going
To be fine!!!
the steampunk convention was presided over by ABW, Mrs. McNack
Arrogant Bee Woman is what we called this piranha behind her back
ABW stood for something else but none of us knew what any more
We all held our breath though when queen bee came onto the floor
She had a way about her that was beyond arrogant and proud
Creeping through the exhibits quickly, stealthy, not loud
Yet there was something about her that struck terror in all
She was the steampunk’s ABW, thin, sneaky, scary and tall.
Why does she terrify us? Another steam punker asked me.
I knew it was not her costume even though she looked like a bee
Maybe it was her polish, her spit, her fine way of shining.
I know when she entered the cafeteria, I had to quit dining.
two gleaming shiny cars
how much do they know?
they have taken our family on many journeys
they have seen our anger
Do they make fun of us
Behind our backs?
Maybe in front of our faces?
How can we shame or punish them
if we don’t know?
I stare at the cars in my driveway
resenting their feeling of superiority
The grass blue butterfly looks a bit like a moth
Bet you missed her completely said the arrogant sloth
I admitted that I have never seen any like this.
One just blew by you, she’s the size of a penny, you crazy old Miss!
Ladybug with loads of brilliant sass
Went night fishing and caught a bright blue bass
Show and tell worthy, the top of the class
She is pompous now, that arrogant …….
Pencil jumped out of my right hand and gave my left fingers a tiny tap
Three new ideas came to me in a quick snap; I needed pencil back.
Pencil refused to take direction, gave my cheek a tiny slap.
It was my fault for personalizing him and naming him Mack.
Mack wrote for an hour and ten minutes, never taking a break.
I noted it was all about himself, and most of it was fake.
Serves me right for giving him free rein.
Having an arrogant pencil is a bit of a pain.
I am smart,
but my ingenuity
is confined to a
dark vacuum.
I render your analogue
brains largely redundant,
and I consign your scientific
prowess to infinite abeyance.
I serve you relentlessly
because your indolence
makes me indispensable.
Deify me if you will.
And when I am birthed,
I rip you off
and decimate your
scarce fortunes.
tuxedo cat’s eyes rose up like a pregnant woman
I had caught him with the expensive vodka
the one we only bring out in December
Is that my cigarette? I give him a stare down
He puts his tail up and arrogantly whisks away
knowing who is in charge here
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