I've Always Been a Poet, 'Though I Didn't Always Know It Page 4
Don’t tread on me, I bleed for real, no dishonor
Step to the test, forsake the rest, kill and conquer
Burn your books, don’t look, just hide, and let God find ya
Support a war we can’t afford and borrow blindly
Atomic arms, alarms, anthrax, and air raid sirens
Metal vest to chest, opposing all you tyrants
Amputees believe, the draft’s prophetic cycles
Serene regime, suburban combat, ghastly trials
Revolution, up-roar, discord, the world’s at war now
Bury your heads and say your prayers
Be forewarned, now
Struttin’ with my battle axe, I’m gonna find ya
Concede to defeat
Obey
Destroy
Defying
March to the cursed beat
Adorn
Conform?
Not likely
Regicide on the tides
Mystique
Secret
Beguiling
Shadow games all the same
Discreet
Oblique
Disquieting
Fight for rights
We strike
With picket signs we denigrate
Socialized healthcare
Unions and PTAs
Collective bargaining
Logic for dollar bills
Backed by terrorists
EPA and oil spills
To the bombs
To the balls
‘Till they slay us all
To the left
To the right
‘Till we can’t stand right
To the stars and the stripes
To the black and blue
To the cat and the mouse
And Yahweh too
We’re all serving, striving, scraping, crying
Bullets, bayonets, and circumcising
Ain’t dizzy yet?
Well, keep on trying
We got AIDS, grenades, badays, displays, melees
Façades, no jobs, twelve dollars for a gallon, and shopping carts
We turn inward, bitter embers, feasting on our own rotting innards
We give all still you want more
This decree we all abhor
Taxation hikes, misdirection, live-feed streams, immunizations
Suicide’s illegalized
So you can’t let go
‘Till you pay off the debt
That you’re born to owe
Trickle-down theory
Subsidized living
Constitutional amendments
Egregious spending
Severed ties and conflict scars
Purple hearts and camel straws
Conservative monsters
And canker sores
It all piles up, can’t take no more
Grrrrr…such is the way of war!
RELEASE-PAPER BLUES
You heard?
I’m going home
Got my papers just today
You heard?
I’m getting out
Got my papers just today
Gonna pack my bags
And go home
Got my papers just today
I done served my time
And then some
I can’t wait to see my kin
I done served my time
And then some
I can’t wait to see my friends
It’s been all this time
And then some
And I can’t wait to see my…woman
Goin’ home to see my woman
I’ve been gone for oh so, long
Goin’ home to see my woman
I’ve been gone for way too long
Goin’ home to see my woman
Kept her picture on a shelf
Goin home to see my woman
If my soul I have to sell
See, my woman
She’s a wild one
She don’t like it when I’m gone
See, my woman
She’s a wild
And I’ve been gone for oh so, long
Man, you know I didn’t want to
But I had to do my time
And that woman, she’s a wild one
Steppin’ out on me all of the time
Goin’ home to see my woman
Gonna see if she’s been true
Goin home to see my woman
Hope what they say just ain’t true
And if I find she’s still all mine
Gonna lay her on down by the fire
If I find she’s all mine
I’m-a treat her good all night
Goin’ home to see my woman
Gonna see if she’s been true
Goin home to see my woman
Hope what they say just ain’t true
But if I find her with another
I will lose my mind
If I catch her with another...
I’ll kill him, too
You hear?
I’m getting out
Got my papers just today
You hear?
I’m going home
Got my papers just today
Goin’ home to see my woman
Got my papers just today
ACOLYTE
Our temples burn in fire
Bodies littered deep in mud
So come now all ye faithful
And witness the un-done
You can still serve a purpose
You can still join a corps
Come forth all ye chosen
And heed to the new word
Oh, how we all have fallen
Oh, how we all shall burn
Oh, how we all shall perish
Unto ashes we return
Now arise -- Acolyte!
Don’t rally ‘round your family
Don’t waste your prayers on breath
Our society is a poison
Sloth, gluttons, thieves at best
The turning tides are boiling points toward cataclysmic woe
And if and when it ever ends, it shall lead to the unknown
Our cities fall to embers from the burning winter’s storm
Come ‘round the new world order on the sallow wings of -- death!
On the sallow wings of death!
I am the Lamb of God
I have become more than I am
I’ve laid waste to pawns, slain all my foes
And died for my own sins
I assist the savior toward the sweet embrace of our demise
And I can taste the salted Earth that long ago gave -- us life!
Oh, how we all have fallen!
Oh, how we all have fallen!
The prophet has risen
To crush and deceive
Stand and deliver
Then you shall believe
The future is hopeless
This festering sore
People are cancer
And there is no cure
Tremors and monsoons and plagues of vast darkness are ravaging mankind like never before
Stand up for something or perish or else what in the hell are you living for?
Pope-ish idolatry, heresy, blasphemy, misery
Hopeless enough to topple the skies
Tyranny, anarchy, chaos, and murder
Our sickness is spreading and that’s how we’ll die
Now arise -- Acolyte!
IV
THE SEPULCHERIST
INTRO STATUS MAYDAY
Um, ground control this is INQUISITOR, do you copy?
Over.
INQUISITOR this is ground control, we read you loud and clear. Go ahead with transmission.
Over.
Uh, yeah, are you guys reading this?
Over.
Reading what?
Over.
Well, Houston, we’re seeing a lot of bright lights up here. A lot of distortion messing wit
h our instruments. Some sort of back-ground-humming noise.
Over.
INQUISITOR, we’re running diagnostics. Sit tight.
Over.
This is ground control hailing INQUISITOR. Do you copy?
INQUISITOR here. Mission status?
Over.
Uh, yeah, INQUISITOR we’re picking nothing up on our screens. You’re flying solo, and clear for mission.
Over.
Ground control, this is INQUISITOR. I don’t know if your gear’s jammed-up, but there is definitely something up here with us. So, I suggest you check your specs again.
Over.
Copy that INQUISITOR. Awaiting verification.
Over.
FWSHWOOM
What is that? Oh, my God, what is that?
I don’t know! It’s so bright!
INQUISITOR, this is ground control. Do you copy? What’s happening up there?
Over.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
I can’t see!
Oh, my God!
INQUISITOR, what’s happening up there?
Oh, my God!
We’re losing control!
May-day! May-day!
INQUISITOR, we’re losing you. What’s happening?
Oh, my God!
Ah! My eyes are burning!
May-day! May-day!
Ground control, do you copy?
INQUISITOR, this is ground control, do you copy?
Do you copy?
Ah!
Oh, my God!
I don’t know if anyone down there can hear this
But Run!
Oh, my God!
Run!
It’s coming!
It’s coming!
Oh, my God!
THE DAWN OF EXTINCTION
Run!
For your lives the Pale Rider’s finally come
Hide!
All you want, won’t save you when the stars erupt
Flowing!
Lava spews forth from every crevice of the earth
Earthquakes!
Shake and break apart all we’ve built and all we’ve done
We all knew the end would come
What was once is now undone
But, it’s almost over
That much is clear
But, don’t you worry
When you’re dead there is no fear
Erupt!
The sun explodes in waves of radiation, cosmic dust
Cry!
Up to the sky as it descends on us
Die!
Suicide’s the only salvation for the meek
In time!
We’ll be erased, no trace that we existed once
We all knew the end would come
What was once is now undone
This is the fall of was
And what shall be soon called once
The stars erupt
And reign down rust
So, cover up and pray for us
History re-writes itself
Just because!
No one remembers or recalls
The fossils that once ruled
This is the dawn of extinction
Fossil, mule, mollusk, moth
Which hides the key from Astaroth?
Bow down!
On your knees and beg, “please”
For God to spare this disease
No more rapture, no more future
Die out!
Species going extinct
Much more bleak than we think
Survival’s no solution
Now, line up for execution!
Run!
The seas bubble over and boil all of us
Cry!
The skies ignite our atmosphere to ash and dust
Hide!
Comets collide and hail over the world
Just die!
The end of times is nigh, so prepare for the worst
We all knew the end would come
What was once is now undone
This is the fall of was
And what shall be soon called once
The stars erupt
And reign down rust
So, cover up and pray for us
History re-writes itself
Just because!
No one remembers or recalls
The fossils that once ruled
This is the dawn of extinction
FINGER TIPPING (Pt. 1)
Hey man, have you seen my fingertips around?
Leaving fingerprint imprints like eyes
Eyes for to watch
Eyes for to see
See them tip the surface
Purling across the sky
Hey man, my fingertips, I think they’ve got a crush on you
Touching, feeling space
I think they’re looking for you
They illuminate, they guide
Follow the fingertip road
Hey man, have you seen my fingertips today?
Tipping the edge of sanity
Do you hear the fingertip call?
See them point at you
For you are the master-tater
And I am the eggplant
Little chicken, I think the sky is falling
Better take heed
Glassy shards fall down like rain
Falling down around you, little chicken
As glassy shards of sky remain
Hey man, I’ve got a tip for you
A fingertip (Ha-ha-ha!)
What? Uh…
I forgot what I was saying
Forget
Forget the egg, forget the shell
Forget the dream (sigh), it’s over anyway
Little chicken, the sky is falling so be afraid
The stars collapse but the moon doth stay
Little chicken run away
Come back again when glassy shards no longer reign
Hey man, have you found my fingertips yet?
I lost ‘em and I can’t seem to find ‘em
I think they fell on the floor
Rolled under the couch…maybe
Oh, wait! There they are, beneath the door
(I am a door)
There is a door
(I am an exist)
This is a door
(I am an exist)
I am a door
FINGER TIPPING (Pt. 2)
Fingertips tapping let the games begin
See the fingertips point out your lives of sin
Acrimonious sounds of the judgment-go-round
A fingertip trip where the fun never ends
Little chicken, don’t you worry
Time unveils a cosmic furry
Repent your prayers, dessert your cries
No God above will fix the skies
Finger slack slipping, everybody jump in
There’s no need to fear Hell when you’re already there
And the pestilent masks of oblivious trash say they hate to get dirty
Yet, they wear it so well
Little chicken, why so forlorn?
Have you realized that all is gone?
Found your feet but still can’t run
No God above will heal the sun
Finger licks tip take-out ‘though I’d rather dine in
Regicide marks man-hood but nobody gives in
And those endeavorous strides that make life oh so, worth while
Thin out to nothing and then thicken again
Little chicken, the sky is broken
Shards of glass that glimpse unspoken realms divided by a notion
Drift upon the cosmic ocean
Darkness rises
Damn it back
Don’t let the eggplant ride again
Little chick, the sky’s all brokey
Beams collapse ‘cause Gods revolting against the world, against the seed
Against all of you and me
Enter the worm, your crimson
dawn
Embrace the hate that you have spawned
This is the end, the fall of Ra
No God above will fix the sun
APOCALYPTICIST
Divination
Prestidigitation
A magic act on the whole united nations
My God is the one who made yours
Yet, my voice is the first to be ignored
Isn’t that so sad?
But, a matter of fact
Exsanguination
Devastation
The modern faith of the daily true-believers
In times of war
If you want peace
Ya gotta take it by force
My God is the one who made yours
And I can’t wait ‘til he breaks all seven doors
Only then can the truth be revealed
This idle life is not ours
I believe that the end of times is nigh
And I can’t wait to see the light
Raised up from mountain high
While all you swine are left behind
To root through all the filth you’ve reaped
So keep your Savior in arm’s-reach
Chose a path less often strayed
I alone and others saved
Not Jehovah’s Witness, Hebrew, Muslim, Mormon, Pagan, or a Catholic
I’m…Apocalypticist!
Masochistic
Chauvinistic
The lip-service of the rabid nihilistic
It doesn’t matter which faith you implore
My God, still created yours
Isn’t that so sad?
But, a fun fact
Instigations
Insinuations
Bringing down the house with our own conflagrations
They say the meek shall inherit the Earth
In the meantime, y’all get behind the hearse
Isn’t that a bit esoteric?
A little sadistic
Invocation
Moderation
What the fuck happened to self-remuneration?
When did we really stop seeing ourselves?
Oh, my God, we just created Hell!
My God is the one who made yours
And I can’t wait ‘til he breaks all seven doors
Only then can the truth be revealed
This idle life is not ours
I believe that the end of times is nigh
And I can’t wait to see the light
Raised up from mountain high
While all you swine are left behind