....by now, you've all realized that i am no poet.
but i'll ramble on any way.....

(an assortment of shit, i've written down whilst i was enebriated)

The root of all evil,
money,
Second in command,
media.

The propaganda,
the lies,
Fed to us in our own homes,
where we feel the safest.

Where we choose what's on,
What we think we're watching,
The news,
....a joke

What you want us to see,
We accept what you want us to hear,
We laugh when signalled to laugh,
We cry when the music motions us to.

You watch me,
buying, stealing, living.

You yearn to control what i am,
you can't have me.


.....
The lizard king
is everything
a generation
of contemplation
a morning daze
a smoke filled haze
cries of death
a child's first breath
a man's first sex
is turned to hex
and life's a guest
to the fucking best
but to the rest
it's a goddamn jest
we inch threw days
and avoid the gays
we surf the net
and think we're set
we pay our bills
and try for thrills
follow through
patience due

........................

I've lived in your pasts,
but never built my own,
tomorrows what i seek,
today is just a loan.

Yesterday's a joke,
It was a younger me,
today is just in passing,
The future's what i see.

Life is but a concept,
That confuses all our minds,
Time is just reality,
It's universal finds.

.......................

How can power-chords portray my thoughts more than words?

........................

I've bought the lies you market,
packaged with a smile,
I'm content with this reality,
Blissful in our unity....

This fiction

The lies have since festered,
cancerous and black,
They've rotted my eyes,
and sealed my mouth.

Society

I've torn apart my sanity,
searching for those lies,
To cast away that hate,
But they've become part of me.

and i've become lost.

I wander in a world of hurt,
Aimlessly passing days,
the demons watch me here,
Biding time......

I am one.


Void
A citizen
Dead
society


.............
(i musta been right fucked when i scribbled this shit)

I want you in my pants,
i'm sick of childish rants,
the chinese food is great,
too bad we still all hate,
a peaceful night is always rare,
my naked ass is bare.....
fuck.,
........................

I've seen the beauty in the pain
the comfort in the fears
I've drowned in clouds of bliss
..............

Lost in the confusion of my morality.

..............



well that concludes trendkill_420's poetry corner. Tune back in the future (or not) for ridiculous bullshit.

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DUDE YOU'RE SCARING ME!!!
Good point about the TV.
Original delivery.
The rest made me shit out my ear from weirdness.

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lol, well thanks.

better than being "normal" i guess.

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Dude, that was just plain awesome...especially the "how can powerchords explain myself so much better than words." loved that

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There was one part that just seemed to be perfectly and soberly stated.

"I've lived in your pasts,
but never built my own,
tomorrows what i seek,
today is just a loan.

Yesterday's a joke,
It was a younger me,
today is just in passing,
The future's what i see.

Life is but a concept,
That confuses all our minds,
Time is just reality,
It's universal finds."

That was absolutely great stuff. And I liked the one about your pants , too. That was amusing. You could do that many different ways and it would be serio-comical .

The others were pretty good, too, but those stood out. I think the lizard one could use a little touching up and it would be a really good one ,too. It's got a good flow.
Hey , don't sell yourself short. We all do good pieces and not so good. The trick is to take the good ones and make them as near perfect as we can.

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That aint bad at all man. I don't usually like when people preach politics in their music, but you do it well and make some good points. It does seem to me, in my humble opinion that you force your lines to rhyme, which sometimes makes the whole poem sound wierd. Poetry doesn't have to rhyme man, sure you've heard that before, but take it to heart. It will allow you to have more creative freedom.

the first one didn't rhyme.

All that shit I wrote when i was quite drunk, that's why they contain lame rhymes, and shit that doesn't make sense.
I actually used to be a good writer, (well all my teachers told me anyway). But Now I find all my "work" lacking.

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If I choose to harm myself,
what gives you the right to stop me.
I am myself.

Why do i pay you,
to stop me.
And if i refuse to pay,
i am punished.

I don't agree with you,
does freedom still exist?....

The streets are not ours.
Your home is not yours.
your land.........

I don't want you to lead.
Yet others do.
so i suffer

Your pockets grow larger,
while i lie below poverty.

I work my ass off everyday.
sweat, bleed, love.
And you vote yourself a raise.

I question myself,
why can i still be happy?
yet i am.

we build your homes,
grow your food.
raise your families.

yet we are the poor....




destroy




beauty


alcohol.

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