Praying for RainTaking up all the spaceSoaked the color from this placeNow everything outside is greyI look up every nightFor some alien spaceshipsSomething that could take me awayFrom this earth from this townLift my feet of the groundTake me to another dimensionTo a mystical placeWhere I have something wise to sayAnd where maybe someone will listenCause if I don't know who I amThen how dare you say you love meWhy rhyme. If I don't. Have a reason.Don't know what ill doWith my life, I'm just a childSo will, you please, stop asking.So I scribble and bang out these stanzasOne by one till my mind is contentI have these overwhelming visceral feelingsWhere I shake and I sweat and I shakeI know I created this prison im inSo that I could get out somedayIf I could only reach the chainI could steal a keyOr a time machineAnd then I'd be free I'd be free!To pull a head of the raceSpit in their faceAnd finally break free of this placeIf I don't know who I amThen how dare you say yo
Interstate 42Walkin on down the interstate, walking on down interstate 42.Hitchin a ride to nowhere, riding my thumb to somewhere. Somewhere new.I'm just waitin on the future, hopin for the future to come.Thinkin about nuthin thinking about everything its what I do.And there a train that's comin along sideAnd its goin to the city of the lightsAnd im all alone here just watchin peoples lives fly byAnd I was hopin that you might stay here with me for tonightWalkin on down the interstate, walking on down interstate 43.A shadows walk so close to me, the lost souls all surround meGoing to there cubicles riding environment friendly bicyclesAll out to make money but the moneys making them intoConsumers of faux happiness consumers of faux happinessAnd sometimes I see things that shouldn't be thereAnd I wake up in places I shouldn't beAnd sometimes people tell me that I'm crazyCause I see things that I simply shouldn't seeAnd they lock me up in a building cause I'm crazyBecause I see thing
The last Show everBlack and white calligraphyTelling of a graveyard celebrationBig Kids Over a Cardboard SeaContribute to this night of elationJoy and sorrow surf the crowdLost in bodies everything is rightThe people are fuel the music is loudIn celebration we wreck the nightWe dance through the dark and at dawn we flyLeaving holes where man met wallThe sun lounges over the hill still shyWhen we wake we must rebuild it allWe absorb all we can for we know it is our last mealThe dishwashers words are shouted togetherThe memories of tonight will never healFor this is the last show ever
Not ForgivenLiquid reality fragile as a flameDestroyed by one ghosts passingOn a cold windless night a babe with no nameFor his heart was apart, and his breath thick with wantingWhen one life vanishes another takes its placeBut my father ignores this philosophyOn a cold windless night a blanket with no nameHere a lone soul starts his biographyA street urchin I was left to my own devicesFrom an early age I was filled with maliceOn a cold windless night a king with no nameRules over his cardboard palaceA paper bag on my back and loss in my eyesHand outstretched lips pleadingOn a cold windless night a dog with no nameOn the end of a stick finds meaningIm taken in by a counterfeit soulFreedom at the end of his leadOn a cold windless night a soul with no nameIs given for fire and feedI am dancing twirling gracefullyPainting crimson on the snowOn a cold windless night a killer with no nameFalling farther with every blowA man dies every time another is bornI am a man
RIP TinderboxJoy and sorrow surf the crowdLost in bodies everything is rightThe people are fuel the music is loudIn celebration we wreck the nightWe dance through the dark and at dawn we flyLeaving holes where man met wallThe sun lounges over the hill still shyWhen we wake we must rebuild it all
HummingbirdIf a hummingbird stops its wingsIt will fall lifeless to the floorAnd I know if I stop runningThe same fate it will comeBreaking down my doorCause I know theres someone out thereWho would kill me in a secondIf only presented with,The right circumstancesAnd I see him in my rearviewHes a symphony of lightsHes gonna spill my gutsCause hes drop dead gorgeousAnd when he sings my heart outIts to die forCause I know theres someone out thereWho would kill me in a secondIf only presented with,The right circumstancesSweat blinds me as I pull overAnd my wings they start to flutterAnd hes walking up behind meAnd he is fingering the triggerWell Im gonna spill my gutsCause hes drop dead gorgeousAnd when he sings my heart outIts gonna blow my mindHe stands outside my windowHe looks from side to sideHe shows me his revolverPoints the gun insideI slide my hand inside the dashboardFeel the cold hard bite of metal
Acceptance Admittance Patient: He has a drifter look, messy hair, plaid shirt and cords. Young but talks like he has had years of experiences. He plays with a coin, flipping it through his fingers. During the play he gets increasingly calmer and more comfortable. Never stops his smug and knowing smile. Interrupts himself a lot. He is fidgety but in a comfortable and composed way. Psychiatrist: Boring, clean shaven, hair combed back. He wears a white doctors coat. Intelligent enough in a traditional sense, he cant keep eye contact with the patient. Speaks in a monotone voice until the end of the play. Patient is on one side of a table. He is picking at his nails and leaning back in his chair, looking around uninterestedly at the Psychiatrists office. Psych enters and sits down never looking at the patient; he opens a folder and reads over it. &
Monologue Im tired of being mind fucked everywhere I go. School is bullshit they mindfuck you with textbooks about what didnt happen in places that I will never go. At home Im mindfucked by that tube that sits at the end of my bed taunting me all day. Dont do work, dont interact with reality, stay in bed and blow up fucking aliens all day. Its like the whole world is set up to mindfuck you and if you want to get away from it. they tell you to go to church (the biggest mindfuck of all) or to go live in a cave in the Himalayas with the fucking Dali Llama. All anyone does is tell me what I can and cannot do: Buy this, throw that away, dont have sex, dont take drugs unless the doctor prescribes them, then fucking have pills for breakfast lunch and dinner for all they care. Its all a great big mindfuck man. You know my dad always bugs me hey why cant you just be normal like your brother haha what the fuck is normal? H
Devils GrinVivianBlood rolls down her tongue againLands upon the floor and thenShe knows that she has reached her endBenjaminYou know that youve just killed your kinYou have no remorse for your sinOn your face you wear the devils grinWedding dayThe words you said now thrown awayHer body lies soon to decayNow you must make your merry wayFirst time you metAcross the bar you saw her silhouetteYou offered her a cigaretteFrom that day forth you had her in your netBenjaminMarried nine years almost tenYou loved to listen to her violinWhat made you commit this sin?Its quite simple really.The fucking check cleared.
Friday night apologylost track of timestayed too longtried to leavewas already gonewore out my welcomewhat a messa blubbering foolmore or lessblame the drinksbut don't get soreI could not findthe bathroom doorforget about homeit's much too farjust point me tothe next bar
Acrostic for the Jeeves and Wooster-verseB-ig of heart and bill-foldE-asy-going, like the best of all chumsR-eady for a wheeze and a cocktail, any timeT-ries always to be a preux chevalier, like all of his noble ancestorsI-mposed upon by Aunts, beazels, and friends-in-needE-ager to be rescued from every rummy sitch by his man, JeevesW-ords are his joy and forte (when he can remember the bally thingummies)O-xford graduate, but also of EtonO-rphaned young, so devoted to familial tiesS-avors his daily bath, accompanied always by his rubber duckyT-akes pride in his bespoke fineryE-ngaged al lot, but rarely by choiceR-egistered member of The Drones Club in London
Schmidts LeidenEin feiner Mann, sein Nam‘ war Schmidt,bekam auf Arbeit einen Tritt.Sein Chef, der konnte ihn nicht riechen,und zwar auf Brechen und auf Biechen.*Ihm war der Schmitt einfach zu nett,die Arbeit war stetig komplett,ja selbst sein Arbeitsplatz war sauber,das schafft sonst keiner – was ein Zauber!D’rum meint sein Chef: „Schmidt, wehe dir,wenn deine Freunde bleiben dir!Wenn weiter du bist so zugegen,wirst du in Zukunft Straße fegen!“Da Schmidt nun seinen Job doch liebt,und‘s kaum Alternativen gibt,bleibt Schmidt nun bei der Wahrheit stet,wenn es um’s Thema Arbeit geht.Noch nie seither in seinem Leben,hat’s für ihn so viel Hass gegeben.Sein einz‘ger Freund schlägt auf die Leber,dank GEZ, dem Arbeitgeber.
We Have a Friend Whose Name is ThoriWe have a friend whose name is Thori.Some says she’s weird and really funny,Well, her laugh’s annoying and we say crazy,Sometimes she talks not normal as we,Yes, she does talk irrelatively.We tried to piss our dear friend, Thori.But, not once, she has gotten angry,Then we scold,And we told,“Atleast act as human, Thori!”Thori really is a tripper,We can’t help it but laugh before we help her,She and we laugh,Still an hour isn't enough,We all laugh the whole day together.One day, Thori’s got her very first lover,One of us who knew said he is a boxer,It shocked us where she got her boyfriend,She replied that he courted her (online) and he’s her facebook friend.We didn’t like what happened,In the cellphone she always spend,We asked, “Have you met him?”She answered back that he visits her infacebook often, that’s why she loves him.When she and he ended,We’re so happy, it’s just splendid!We
Ode To A Cheating Co-WorkerClock outTime to rock outThink you're a hottieYou've got all haughtyClandestine meetingBut the door!Lock it tight!Can't let Jen see any moreRevolting cherubic grinning, midnight texting"I'd drink his bath water." The gross is worse than the sinning.This 2014 Romeo & Juliet are kind of witheredThose sexy looks make our flesh slitherHairy mole, a side of lazy eyeBreath of crap and baby I'm a big ol' flyNow is it lazy or does it just not like to work?Never mind, Imma gonna try to twerkNews flashYou think you're hot and bustyBusted: you're sweaty, rusted and crustyIn the land of the blind that one eye is still examining the ceiling!But I can't fight this feelingBaby, what's up there?It's impolite to stareDarling please.Look at these!Below the knees!They grow their own cheese.Exercise ball, sweet damaged exercise ballOh God, multiple angles, there are mirrors on the wallThe chairs, the tableI feel unstableMom's upstairs, unawareOh God, those three hairsBloom
A Philtre! A Philtre!A philtre! A philtre!One more blasted philtre!Make this mine endto die from want of loveis to make a heart to rend.A philtre! A philtre!One more blasted philtre!My pulse threads weakbefore it ever beat fastand naught there is company to keepA philtre! A philtre!One more blasted philtre!The sparkling crystal bluepour me a vile and send me to the starsto bring me a lover, true.A philtre! A philtre!One more blasted philtre!There lies my last dying breath.Oh, what shall you do?When this is truly the end of my death!A philtre! A philtre!One more blasted philtre!Why do you frown oh, sweet doctor dearest?Won't this cause you delightto know I never drank the vile, sweetest?A philtre! A philtre!One more blasted philtre!I poured it in the brandy you sip every nightBut why does that turn your face such a hue?Surely someone like meCouldn't poison one such as you
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