A Few Pieces

The Innocence Of A Hell-Raiser

 

Seizing over the downbeat

 

The busty brutes fell in heat

 

Start walking, I'll meet you halfway

Start walking, I'll meet you halfway

 

Logically speaking, I've ran out of time

'No Drunks Allowed!' reads the sign

What's gonna happen next?

What's gonna happen next?

 

Skip the protest and proceed to the violence

Save your pocket change and call the intellect

On holiday for the sake of my body

Vacate for the hot dismal revelry

The gist of this is yet to be discovered

The leaders of this are of conjecture

 

You're speculating, I'll meet you halfway

You're observing it, I'll meet you halfway

Oh, what's gonna happen next?

 

I've ripened, graceless

Hesitant and trucking along

Ill and fortuneless

Lug me to the alley, hum me a song

'Hum that song, boy.'

'Hum me that song.'

'F*****g sing!'

 

Spreading the discomfort, treading on glass.

 

'Hum that song.'

'Hum that song.'

 

 

 

Met You In A Reverie

 

I'm hanging upside down, upside down

 

She'll say what goes around, comes around

So I'm throwing the bottles at the brick wall

Switching, to conclusion, the pigs were called

My brain was funneling through the red and blue

Get away, run a stray is all I could do

 

Spin cycle set on dry tumble

You leave it inside, it'll start to bubble

You left inside, now its starts to crumble

You can run and hide, but they're bound to find you

 

This map is hard to analyze

Your eyes, Your eyes!

Are glossed over with a shameless suprise

This s**t is tough to recognize

Your lies, your lies

Are tossed over with the lapsing of time

 

I made it back to the graveyard

The longer road traveled is always too hard

So I went in with a shortcut, came out too late

I tried to shut you down, but the roads were duly paved

Let's scurry to the outskirts of hell or Holland

We are tin gods now for our time pre-stolen...

 

We are pissants, punks, and realists, no one.

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

Is there a such a thing as innocence anymore? I think I forgot the meaning of that word a long time ago. I have known many hell raisers in my life, there are times that I was truely glad to know them and the other times was pure enjoyment. Your poem is raising hell and you have some interesting points woven between lines. Wonderful write.