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American Psychosis

“american psychosis”

 

on the road, 
the dream 
begins..... 
the sun is burning 
a fever in the sky 
upon the endless serpent 
a serial killers life 
diseased upon the road 
into the darkness 
i fly..... 

this is where it 
all 
comes together 
the pure 
release 
of freedom's 
forgetfulness..... 

i twist the throttle 
speed is time 
time is speed 
as the sun is setting 
i feel the need 
in the night 
the shadowed coolness 
neon eyes reflecting 
what the day 
never will see, 
the american night 
where our dreams 
born 
from valleys 
to where earth 
touches sky 
what is 
true...... 
early morning 
in the industry 
factory 
where even the sun 
bleary 
black and white 
day to day 
is beyond me, 
i could not be slaved, 
i gas 
chain smoke 
sugar fix 
and the road 
calls 
sirenly..... 
every mile 
a day 
studied 
at 80 miles per hour 
then just as the past 
left behind 
on the side.... 
under a bridge 
the assassin of youth 
stalks 
as we laugh 
and curse the sun 
for we can knowing 
it is not death 
to fear 
but life. 
 
3 days on the road......

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Fine Indigo Soup

the night
promised
more than dreams
my eyes
closed
seeing stars
as they are
wildly thrown
perfection
knowing
i would be
here
this table
destined
the sky is
fine indigo soup
steaming overhead
and 
god is
the server.

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Two Dogs

“two dogs”

 

 

i got two dogs 
but they wont run 
jus lay round 
done had their fun, 
so i jus sit and wait 
for they are my friends so great, 

one dog his name is blue 
quick as the wind he can flew, 
the other dog is jus plain jack 
runs all day at night he comes back, 

momma says me and dogs outside 
else she'll tan our sorry hide 
so we jus sit and wait 
cause momma's cookin is always great... 
got two dogs but they wont run 
jus lay round 
they had their fun.

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Bebop

man 
like it was 
cool 
like an ice box 
left open 
in the heat 
as the jazz 
oozed 
out in 
statico beats 
of non-conformity 
to the jive 
laid down 
by the suits 
that live in black an white 
laced straight 
world 
without soul 
or 
knowing 
of the flamboyant 
dreams 
billowed by the wind 
of night.

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Sassafras

“sassafras”

 

 
 
it was cool 
deep 
in the wood 
where 
only purity 
existed 
barely naked 
running 
down paths 
of wild thoughts 
lost 
in shadows 
the sun 
never sees... 
at dusk 
we drank 
sassafras 
delved 
into dreams 
sleeping 
as the stars 
watched.

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A Fight

i was walkin thru a graveyard 
it was late at night 
there was no moon shining 
only the shadow's light, 

on the ground the mist was growing 
as a shroud about my feet 
the wind was softly moaning 
the dead a lullaby so sweet, 

i hid behind a headstone 
so that i might see 
the spirits rise and dance 
in their hellish jubilee, 

there as the dead were dancing 
just at the midnight toll 
i felt satan's cold hands 
trying to steal my soul, 

we wrestled and fought 
for nearly five hours 
i dont know where i got the strength 
maybe i fought with god's powers, 

but satan would not tire 
his crowd cheered him on 
i thought i was a goner 
when he began to use his charm, 

he tempted me with riches 
things beyond my wildest dreams 
all the while he was soft spoken 
but heard above his demons screams, 

i faltered and was near his 
the terror that was on me 
i had no will to live 
for what could hope be, 

and just as he thought sure 
a cock did crow 
everything just disappeared 
with the sun's first glow, 

i stood alone in the dawn 
wondering if it was just me 
still i thanked the lord 
for his help in keeping me free.

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Tin Man

the brutal echoes resound within 
of being the way i am 
not softly, but as a din 
of all that i cannot understand, 

i have rusted and stayed 
without thought of movement 
how from the path i have strayed 
so far from any soothant, 

for when i was made 
my maker forgot a part 
that where love cannot fade 
so i search for my heart........

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Ahab

does the white whale call you
as it does to myself
silent at first but true
till in your soul it's wealth,

my life is a fervent chase
across the understanding of god
there to that empty space
where the tangles of sin are shod,

i plunged my desire burning
into flesh to the bone
all while death is yearning
holding open the gate to home,

so that there is only the need
to own,to destroy and then
the desire of the greed
that will rise again.

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Did You Ever Want To Go Home, But Didnt Have One

all my life 
is spent 
chasing dreams 
not greed 
something more 
i was born with 
never forgotten 
always 
a persuasion 
that cannot be 
ignored, 
here 
on page countless 
upon my flesh 
the mark 
the scar 
of living 
wishing on the stars 
knowing 
one day the truth 
will show 
all i asked 
sought 
and why i 
suffered so.

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At the Gate

“at the gate”

 

 
 
i looked up at the starter 
his eyes were cool and grey 
i think you know who it is 
but i would rather not say, 

at the gate i am waiting 
a ball of energy ready to burst 
when he signals the gate opens 
i can only run to be first, 

the stretch for home is endless 
miles and miles have i run 
and every time the end is near 
it seems as if i just begun.