Mostly I am on my other blog lately, http://theelvesattic.blogspot.com and my site where I am pounding out my late3st book, http://wakingupjesus.blogspot.com
Fuck you
one and all
I will die
before I let you
chain me to your ignorance
never meant to make you do
any more than think
to unbridle
your ideas from emotions
debating
out a consensus
is not for you
i know
not for you
been to swamps
and mountaintops
ran with the madmen
and thieves
seen the saints and sinners
the women who please
never found nothing
not one damn thing
in all that mystic wandering
pledged alliegance to women
states of mind
told myself I was different
then that I was just acting in kind
the screams of the anguish
fills my mind
confusion my patron saint
no absolutes reign in this state
I tend to stay
in the statistical middle
of opinions and powers
I go along and at worst look dour
no one cares to hear my whines
no one will do what I say
no one should
They won't stay if you cry
They will banish you
from their life
and thoughts
replace you
with a monster's mask
someone it is easy not to miss
sorry to run so far ahead
never meant to lose touch
I'll live as I please
dance sometimes
sometimes seeth
slouching through the room insolent and cold
inhuman
I'll take your tears and fears
and all that is dear
toss it into a deep mud puddle
and walk
fuck you and your values
you're too dense to see under the surface
a tiny bit of an inch
I'm not going to be held prisoner
chained to your dead head
will not be held back by you
no more
I will slice open your jugular
and feel your bloods' warmth
splash on my face
smile cold and dispassionate
drive nails into your
hands and feet
cut your brow
with a crown of thorns
whatever . . . it . . . takes .. .
fuck you THOU SHALT NOT STEAL THE WRITINGS OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY... YOU CAN EASILY GET PERMISSION FOR A NON COMMERCIAL REPRINT BY CONTACTING MY EMAIL.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
songs for the dead
Fuck you
one and all
I will die
before I let you
chain me to your ignorance
never meant to make you do
any more than think
to unbridle
your ideas from emotions
debating
out a consensus
is not for you
i know
not for you
been to swamps
and mountaintops
ran with the madmen
and thieves
seen the saints and sinners
the women who please
never found nothing
not one damn thing
in all that mystic wandering
pledged alliegance to women
states of mind
told myself I was different
then that I was just acting in kind
the screams of the anguish
fills my mind
confusion my patron saint
no absolutes reign in this state
I tend to stay
in the statistical middle
of opinions and powers
I go along and at worst look dour
no one cares to hear my whines
no one will do what I say
no one should
They won't stay if you cry
They will banish you
from their life
and thoughts
replace you
with a monster's mask
someone it is easy not to miss
sorry to run so far ahead
never meant to lose touch
I'll live as I please
dance sometimes
sometimes seeth
slouching through the room insolent and cold
inhuman
I'll take your tears and fears
and all that is dear
toss it into a deep mud puddle
and walk
fuck you and your values
you're too dense to see under the surface
a tiny bit of an inch
I'm not going to be held prisoner
chained to your dead head
will not be held back by you
no more
I will slice open your jugular
and feel your bloods' warmth
splash on my face
smile cold and dispassionate
drive nails into your
hands and feet
cut your brow
with a crown of thorns
whatever . . . it . . . takes .. .
fuck you THOU SHALT NOT STEAL THE WRITINGS OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY... YOU CAN EASILY GET PERMISSION FOR A NON COMMERCIAL REPRINT BY CONTACTING MY EMAIL.
one and all
I will die
before I let you
chain me to your ignorance
never meant to make you do
any more than think
to unbridle
your ideas from emotions
debating
out a consensus
is not for you
i know
not for you
been to swamps
and mountaintops
ran with the madmen
and thieves
seen the saints and sinners
the women who please
never found nothing
not one damn thing
in all that mystic wandering
pledged alliegance to women
states of mind
told myself I was different
then that I was just acting in kind
the screams of the anguish
fills my mind
confusion my patron saint
no absolutes reign in this state
I tend to stay
in the statistical middle
of opinions and powers
I go along and at worst look dour
no one cares to hear my whines
no one will do what I say
no one should
They won't stay if you cry
They will banish you
from their life
and thoughts
replace you
with a monster's mask
someone it is easy not to miss
sorry to run so far ahead
never meant to lose touch
I'll live as I please
dance sometimes
sometimes seeth
slouching through the room insolent and cold
inhuman
I'll take your tears and fears
and all that is dear
toss it into a deep mud puddle
and walk
fuck you and your values
you're too dense to see under the surface
a tiny bit of an inch
I'm not going to be held prisoner
chained to your dead head
will not be held back by you
no more
I will slice open your jugular
and feel your bloods' warmth
splash on my face
smile cold and dispassionate
drive nails into your
hands and feet
cut your brow
with a crown of thorns
whatever . . . it . . . takes .. .
fuck you THOU SHALT NOT STEAL THE WRITINGS OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY... YOU CAN EASILY GET PERMISSION FOR A NON COMMERCIAL REPRINT BY CONTACTING MY EMAIL.
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