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Austin Carmen Poem
Turn of the table, legs still brittle but able, fables of gold,
old storys told to make a man rise above most,
stronger than kronos, come right back like a yo yo, dont get yolo,
got one life in this cosmos,
i smell burnt toast, its a roast on me,
clearly nothings free cause in order to be,
you must live without sin or be a slave to the beast of burden,
hearts hurtin, n kwirkin, its swirlin to a new shape of mournin,
filthy heretic, dirty intent,
to make my mind bend to new thoughts of ideas,
tryin to steer me clear of my own thoughts I've been thinkin for years,
my tears fall no more,
don't answer to unfamiliar knocks on the door,
open it to a napkin of chloroform, straight to the floor,
shag carpet, where I lay was marked with..
The outlines of face and body,
no time to say goodbye or sorry,
tippin the ferryman, two gold coins to cross the river Styx,
lost souls scratchin and itchin at my boat,
startin to think its more likely to sink than float,
lost hope to see the light, all they can see is endless night,
I'm at the doors of hells might,
my body feels over run with blight,
see the devil and I think fight,
but to much pain to move, the devil says I'm a crazy fool,
I ask "who are you",
blinded by my question,
I bring him back to school,
you say I'm a fool, but you what do you rule,
the king of gruel, drool and fools, your a tool,
implemented by gods you swore to finish,
now you're finished, and more than a minute more,
you'll be sucked away from my storm.
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Angel of fire, followed by faithful right hand,
the squire of no desire, he's lonely, old and tired,
but his war is a death sentence from over,
years made him bolder, while also much colder,
a crack away from snap, snap away from burst,
stomach hurts, tear and squirts out the insides,
no one knows where he went but he can't hide,
angel thinks "he's mine",
but without his mind, which she took, he's blind,
goin down a road no one can find,
sad really, it's kinda silly,
his thoughts are many but acts are few,
just wants to sit in the morning fog and dew.
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Your innocence has blinded you from the real world makin any sense,
what's that? Say your done with it..?
Na you ain't done with this
were not even to the second quarter ya idiot,
you see life goes on without you and me,
there's still plenty of the birds and the bees,
millions of trees,
were just here to be part of history,
Scooby doo it and done it and discover some mysteries
on the scale of the universe and galaxies,
I want to be there to witness the unraveling of reality
and the tearing of causality,
need a front row seat,
can't see nothin in the nosebleeds,
i got questions to seek
cause the answers you're giving me are bleak,
got my knees shakin n feelin weak
but i keep goin cause I'm just one of them freaks,
psycho kid,
don't know when to give up cause i just never did,
you know that's messed with my head,
wish you could hear the thoughts I think layin in bed,
but I can't remember,
every time I sleep its like an eternal slumber,
I move to the fourth dimension
and can't tell my letters from numbers,
its outta wack and suddenly winter is summer
and though I'm walkin I'm a runner,
I'm a peaceful guy on the ground, while also shootin at you in a chopper gunner,
see how that works,
nope.. Cause you can't read between the quirks,
you don't know what its like to feel fine and still hurt,
to act like earnie but feel like Bert,
so thick headed
don't know the difference between and kilt and a skirt,
I think you're mind is fried and burnt,
but it could be mine,
so off the rails
can't tell the difference of space and time,
in plain sight but I'm tryin to hide,
hands bound behind my back and still tryin to fight,
I'm in the daylight but feels like its the middle of night,
tryin to cut you but what's in my hand is not a knife,
its a small little vile of blight,
once infected,
no matter how tough,
you're death will be expected
to make a few heads spin,
you're walkin on needles and pins,
the smallest amount of pain
and you're whole body will cringe,
be careful!
you don't know your and the fringe of this cliff,
one more step and you'll meet your end...
Need a push?
Copyright © Austin Carmen | Year Posted 2013
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layin my head down
heavy pillow and angry dreams
layin my mind down
cant sleep but its all a dream
Creme de la creme or cream of the cream
right now, thoughts are the worst of the worst
been up so long my eyes are blurred
20/20 vision but didnt see the turn..
of the clock, tick tock 1am
blink and yawn thats 20 minutes
hidden in the internet
on a quest..
embark to a reasonable test
to exercise..
the inner workings of the mind
and maybe in time, my mind..
at rest, can i go to bed
layin my head down
warm pillow, cold hot sweats
layin my head down
eyes red, lookin like a mess
is my head so heavy
and thoughts so many
.. my minds an alley
so full but plenty empty
its 3:16,
my room is clean
kitchen nice and neat
took a shower, shaved, brushed my teeth
took a jog on the street
took care of the air conditioner
no more heat, finally beat
feel like i can go to sleep
so...
i lay my head down
mind at rest, eyes heavy
i lay my head down
6:30 alarms going off
its time for work, have to get up
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