Thursday, December 15, 2011
感言15.12.2011
don't be ridiculous
Friday, December 09, 2011
t.u.m.
Mirage, life and death, toasts to coke and meth
Co-existence, fallen deaf, angels of spiritual theft
Can't do it alone, still rolling with the rolling stone
Got nowhere to go, 'cause this is where he calls his home
Hosts and parasites thin nest-cage equivalence
Little man has little options, middle man acquaintance
The wage war commisions, meddle conversations
Winding pi fractions beyond brine saturations
Asking why the heart status, merger, democracy
Understand why bird heart the caged I know suddenly
It's a stolen nature, vulgar urban roaches
Gettin' richer quicker fuckin' drunkards on liquors
While the "young salewoman sets up shop when the sun sets"
Guarantee to detach the souls that were matched
Plus a plaster plastacine, injest penicillin
Wakin' to bathroom floors, where the hell have you been?
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
The Child
So I stepped back, recollect, regret the shit I've said
But the words' been out, I guess I can't take them back
I was like a child, refused to wait for the soup to chill
Scalded his tongue so bad, two weeks and still he's ill
Subsequent meals, coupled with subsequent bills, now he's
Mentally ill from the medical pills that actually kills
The truth is concealed cause he will not reveal, he's
Bottlin' it like a contraceptive pill, he will distill
Pneumatic drills into the hard core truth, the literal
Imagined emotions in temples, thoughts hypothetical
Killed the sabbatical, there's nothing left but sentimental
Memories of yesterday carried away in opticals
Souls of nights cease, lone, a mistaken disease
In the cities of tall buildings, the cold air, the breeze
Contaminants I breathe, the same one that I sneeze
And that desire for a friendship I could not release
In retrospect the kid should have calmed down and respect
Choices of an individual, who was he to expect
Suspecting a doubt that only brought frustrations
Psychological state of mind that maybe spells limerence
Pitching a higher tolerance, building a balance
With scales of a sign that epitomize elegance
Cause if perfection was he, he'd be an embarassment
So he stabilized and composed archaeological remnants
In the initials of crap verse, two stanzas will immerse
Arguing shit, two by four, the last eight lines of this verse
Maybe rehearsed, with pens inversed you can call it adverse
So long an intersperse, hope that this may be reversed
Only method to salvage the broken intended recipient
Relating this to reactions of an 'angry man asian'
Repent or remorse, re-penned and reinforced
You know, if friendship ain't meant to be, it shouldn't be forced
Too late, haha
Traditional rhyme schemes, original rhymin'