Automatic Writing

I remember in December. It was a cold day the wind blew my face off.  My socks stayed on tight but not for long.  I went inside to escape the cold.  Looked in the mirror my face is getting old.  Wrinkles over lapping all the scars from my past, looking back at memories how long will this last.  It’s like a time bomb on my chest, and a bullet through my brain, makes me feel better just to take away the pain.  What’s that saying?  Start in first finish in last.  Forget even placing while I’m racing I always crash.  So looking at the snow on the ground, as the snowflakes are bound, for their destiny to always hit the ground, just like myself.  My knees buckle down, I’m always falling down.  Next time I see the world I’m going to tell it what I really think of it.  I’m going to run my mouth like lip service.  Take the world by the horns, every rose has its thorn, it’s not important but it’s information at its finest.  Words are hard to come by when typing on the spot.  I think I’m so cool, but these lyrics are too hot.  Drop it like it’s hot.  Catch it like it’s not, I throw the whole world into a frenzy every time that I’m not.  This isn’t a song I don’t even know what it is.  All I know is it kind of rhymes, so please don’t diss.  I hope these ten minutes are up soon.  Welcome to the matrix, look at the truth there’s no spoon.  Bend it with your mind; you’ll be surprised at what you find in the grind, of a traffic jam kicking in the back of your pantry.  Spread it on bread; don’t let your head keep expanding till you’re dead.  It’s going to blow up, like a volcano, a rhino on a rampage, laying tracks down on vinyl.  And that’s final. 

The Night

The night is dark, the night is cold

The night is my friend, when I am alone

Right now I’m alone, the night is my guide

It walks beside me, not leaving my side

It won’t give me bullshit, won’t put me down

Won’t tear me open, heart thrown to the ground

It’s the lonely road, giving advice to travelers by

We all walk that path, at least once in our life

When I’m all alone, and there’s no one to hold

The night wraps around me, gives warmth through the cold

The night makes me, feel like I’m free

Cause it’s the only one, that’s lonelier than me

It doesn’t take, the good times with the bad

Helps me appreciate, the good times I’ve had

The Night.

Third Eye Blind

I am nothing and I long to find why I

Have consciousness systems inside of my mind

Digital pictures moving behind blinding lights

A third eye blind would cure me now

Simple contradictions create the polls north and south

Only when they are coherent does the world turn around

Earth, air, fire, water, turns to greed, consuming power

Like a spider web that’s catching all of us

What we need’s an injection

An un-biased election

Can you see the direction

That we’re in

What we need is a choice

Through the chaos and noise

No need to rejoice

It’s already too late to save our souls

Give me a direction

I’m losing it, I’m losing it

This cut has become infected

All function quit

I don’t want your assistance

I’m sick of it

Why can’t we look at the past

And simply learn from it

My Cancerous Breath

Smooth. Rough. Light. Thick. Hot, hot, hot. The embers burn, as smoke turns in the air, like clouds through the sky. Rock City Tobacco Co. Number Seven Black. My lungs blacken as my heart attacks. This is the feeling no society lacks. Heard on the news someone was stabbed in the back. What can we do to get this back on track? Maybe more cops can gain some votes in a ballad. Maybe it will lower crime rates, or just raise taxes. But nothing is for certain as the curtain collapses. Only one thing is for certain I light my smokes with matches. Backwards black hat and some cheap sunglasses, keeps my head warm and dims the sun from my eyes. I bought some ear plugs to keep me def to the lies, that I'm hearing everyday from nine to five. Aren't they done with cutting corners? I have no need for these knives. All I need's a cigarette, I crave the rush it provides. It's the feeling that you get when you're just trying to survive. Using yesterdays paper as an umbrella from the lies, that are falling to the ground from the skies. My cancerous breath.