jackandmeg2001

My reflection staring back at me from the pool of river symphonies A bullet to the back of the brain, it's all the same when you're always gone I miss when I felt normal but I don't remember when I had trouble recognizing I was never going to be like you Clashing violins sprayed over a backdrop of a thousand broken bass lines Dripping on the wet concrete, it's so wrong of you to love me I thought I could pull out of this, maybe make me worth something But I've come to realize, it's all lies Plug the radio into the socket that was never used and Pump it up to drown your bleeding conscience, ignore me I miss when all these tradegies

Numbers on a screen, falling like the warriors in an unknown land Bleeding us dry of our existance, reducing humanity to colors and sequences Squares of multicolored dreams meld with science The soul is nothing but static blue and effervescent The earth surges forward yelling it's curses to the wind But we are busied and driven to insanity by the recurring slamming of oil presses Damned be the earth, damned be everything we ever need We are independent. We are criminals. We are nothing more than children with magnifying glasses. Our guns glint in the light, as the sweeping motion destroys what we disagree with War is inevitable, unes

Writing with the fury and pain of these past years Dredging up the momries purposefully forgotten Living with the mind the genius admire And the insane lament A misunderstanding of epic servitude Fame past the life they suffer to contain We can only enjoy recognition while we are breathing How ironic it only truly comes in death An ignorace, or perhaps apathy A forgotten art, now the template of lies An insult to those who truly suffer these relapses The false poets run rampant with their false failures The template for a thousand letters Love, death, forgiveness, striking out in revenge What irony, that the very line that saves

This house is getting so old There once was those who would fill these halls Sadness of life They have eternally expired But still, these walls They will never die A photo print of memories Preserved for an eternity, a verse in the book of regrets Maybe I should add my own But if I were to defile this record of which I have no part What would that defiling be? What would that defiling say? Would I author a record of happpiness? Laughter, however hollow and full of lies it may be? Or would I scribble words of truth and insecurity It would be the first real truth I've ever conceded to My scars are testaments enough I may heal m

Falling into absolute uncertainty Isn't half as fun as it seemed to be Everyone thinks it's cool to be crazy How fun do you think it is to be me? Raging water up above Dripping from the cieling, cold as fuck I guess I'm SOL, out of luck Fugazi, I'm surrounded, I'm so hounded I can't see anything I can't feel anything I can't touch anything I am not anything Waiting at the bus stop for the five o clock Watching the time run by, slow as a rock I guess god's blessings have run out of stock Can you feel the winds electric shock? It's colder than I ever remembered We took a trip down here every november It was you and I and nobod

A gun shot fires above the crown Echoing through our bones to the ground Drop to the floor, covered in war matter Familiar red blood spitter and spatter Thought it was safe, so far away But deep down we knew it would happen one day Smell of gas in the air, gun powder in my eye Someone help Jordan, he doesn't deserve to die I stand and run, reaching for cover When a bullet intersects like a kiss from a lover As the blood runs out so does our luck "Shoulda stayed down the stupid fuck" And so the war rages, from brother to brother How will they explain to the innocents mother? Standing on the sidewalk minding our own When our fate

I don't want to be live in a country who's relation To the primary goal of social segregation Is fixed, imposed, and binded By the very absent minded That drag as to fight And shoot through the night The politicians started the war so why should they fight it I've made my mistakes, let me try to right it So what if I'm rich or poor? Or am I rich or poor before I walk through that door? As diverse as a verse in a poem Shouting to the dying buildings "I am alone" A slanted eye, a dying sky A man with a plan, who with a rattled sigh Let go of his misconceptions That were born with no redemptions Relinquishes what he thought And