Mild Economical Horror

They will laugh,
as we knock on their door.
They will laugh,
as we do all the dying at war.

They will laugh,
like there’s nothing to care about,
They will laugh,
because those with cash have clout.

Their grin will turn into a smile,
when the wins become less.
Their laugh with turn to snicker,
with the first sign of distress.

Their wonder will turn to a mild horror,
as their empire evaporates like a tree.
Their pockets will eventually empty themselves,
by the rest of us giving and doing most everything for free.

 

What would you be willing to do for money ?

Bad Friend Experience

You boo when there is a supoprtive cheer
you smile and nod nicely to my face
you pleasantly disagree with things dear
you bet against me and then rig the race
you grin but when i’m not looking it’s a sneer.

You laugh when i stumble with persistance
you frown when i am happy and succeed
you clap for long uncomfortable silence
you give bad advise when there is no need
I can’t stand the ‘Your Friend’ experience.

Freedom From Money

Equilibrium is a natural state

in the future there will be no money

keeping score happens electronically

when there is profit there is corruption

you can make a difference every Tuesday

every Tuesday is free day where you are

consciousness expands with inspiration

paradigm shifting in the Aethersphere

when peace is profitable war will end

practice the gifting economy now.

Geleogenic Kakistocracy

Society infuses your new plight

root cause community peace activism

eliminates the kakistocracy

remove public corporate advertising

reduce and end commercial exposure

trade food seeds with your favorite people

cosmic decoherance evolves the mind

popularize the congressional vote

politicians are public relations

geleogenic society rules.

Mirror Self Convection

Mirroring all people is what we do

you are what you do see and want to be

smile begets smile frown begets frown

people become what they see on t.v.

pervasive paradigm paralysis

there is only reflection of your self

the deck is stacked against your consciousness

your free will is only partially real

we are attracted to what we want now

aetherspheric cerebral convection.

They Never Give Us Control

They never say a single nice thing

they are always pleasant when there’s pay

they never really do much of anything

they know you know what’s the say.

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Never really never happens that way

never procrastinate until maybe tomorrow

never say never is what they never say

never say i love you without the sweet sorrow.

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Give is what you never want to be or do

give is how you become a social misfit

give is what you’ll never need to pursue

give more nothing and that’s what you’ll get.

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Us is what we only pretended we’d live

us is what we’ll never thankfully be

us is what we’ll never forget not to forgive

us will never include little lost me.

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Control is what you know you see

control is what you want to need

control is what you want to give me

control how much you want me to bleed.

Forgotten Lost Girlfriend

Being with you was like being alone except alone was the fun way

love is the game you play and when i say I love you it’s like passing go

you were always happy each and every time there was a big pay-day

spending greenbacks unearned was your chosen path to go with the flow.

You always wore your best white dress when there was cash on the table

isolation of the sour soul and degradation as part of your entry-exit hole

figuring everything out all alone and what to do next alone as well

not being there when it counts but always feigning becoming whole.

Your style of the silent treatment could be considered a dark art

demanding the impossible and distraught at the well lighted end

blissful at the failures of others and cry real tears for a happy heart

trinkets instead of genuine affection about the forgotten girlfriend.

i Never Wish

i wish that i had cheated,
i wish that i had often lied,
i wish i had the realisation,
your soul had long ago died.

i wish that i had left sooner,
i wish that i had quickly run,
i wish i had the realisation,
being with you was no fun.

i wish i could forget your face,
i wish i could forget your voice,
i wish i had the ability,
to turn back time and make another choice.

i wish i wasn’t shattered
i wish i wasn’t broken
i wish that when my parents met,
never a word was spoken.

i wish there was faith,
i wish there was belief,
i wish i could remember,
the feeling of pleasant relief.

i wish sometimes it all would end,
i wish sometimes i couldn’t stop
i wish sometimes to take my eyes,
off of the distant mountain top.

i wish i couldn’t understand,
i wish i could just give up,
i wish someone would hold my hand,
who wasn’t pushing me down.

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Picasso’s Dead Friend

Self Portrait,
1901, Oil on Canvas
Musée Picasso, Paris

In nineteen oh one The Picasso began a life shaded in a dark pale blue
although it is well known the tragedy around this pivotal period bemused
like everything else out there, there are sides to a story at least two
his friend suicided in a Parisian café over a love in which he was refused
this had a great impact on his art and you might even say haunted him too.

La Vie
1903: Oil on Panel
Cleveland Museum of Art

He was a mega narcissist and that didn’t come with his talented hands
also kind of a schmuck by regarding most people with a cold indifference
his poor treatment of great women was more legendary than his art plans
what was it about his past that made him a jerk and sometimes so relentless
his mirror image was that a fighting bull and in the ring as the matador stands.

The Death of Casagemas
1901: Oil on Panel
Musée Picasso, Paris

The ghost of his friend would return in paint again and again and again
he used painfully joyous colours freely at the death of his once good friend
the evocation came and the guilt put to rest with the burial of his shame
pale blue and dark green paint conveying the feelings of the lost and sinned
lonely and restless with guilt he sought comfort in the arms of someone Germain.

Frugal Repast,
1904 Etching

 

Always moving between places to stay he was there when she needed him fast
painting the desolation, unhappiness and despair are all he could display
the misery of being physically weak and poorly eating with a frugal repast
the allegory of La Vie had the face of his dead friend in a monochomed way
his dead friend’s girlfriend was there and for him she would do for some ass.

The Burial of Casagemas (Evocation), 1901 Oil on Canvas
Musée d’Art Modern, Paris

He moved into his dead friend’s flat after the burial to begin living rent free
maybe he didn’t pull the trigger but it’s entirely possible he was gaslighting
the overpowering guilt he must have felt with this terrible truth kept secretly
shagging his dead friend’s girl around the time of his death and his own emerging
he recalls this with the three dancers of love, sex and death in a Dionysian frenzy.

Fabulist Yarn Bridge

It’s too late to be honest can’t you look around and see
liars living like you always live in little long lost la-la-land
you lie each time a phrase is uttered at least to some degree
you know everything as it supposedly is and never seek to understand
what others think doesn’t matter because only you know the full story.

Nobody knows who you really are and if they did they would just walk away
every decision you make includes some kind delightfully devious deception
there is nothing left but a shell of a life almost lived and wasting away
if right now you told everyone you know every lie you have ever told them
would there be anybody left for you to speak with by the end of the day?

It’s impossible to tell anyone the truth so you quit trying a long time ago
you are reality deficient so you’ll settle for something close in your head
the feeling you get when you manipulate others isn’t quite love on the grow
you’re okay with the feeling of a carefully fabricated self-loathing instead
when you don’t get your way you alter your reality to feel just a bit retro.

Every cloud has a silver something and yours is lined with believable half-lies
you are addicted to the residue of your razor thin line of grey powdery lies
you know how to lie perfectly by knowing just when to say nothing and still lie
a surge of invigorating stimuli you feel is why you’re in love with your lies
little white untruths so unclear even your emotions are clearly deceptive lies.

The yarn bridge you’ve been weaving over the river bliss is getting longer every day
it’s too late to turn back because there is nothing or nobody to offer any admittance
you can’t reach the other side because with this bridge you’ll never get past half-way
the length to the shore and bridge is increased by a microinch with each lie of resistance
you made it that way with your miasma of detractors and avoidance encased in a heart of clay.

Living out your fantasy of reality while others struggle with your own private truth
is your future so uncertain you don’t know which alternate agenda you’re going to pursue
when you were admitting to a lie is the only time we’ve ever heard you tell the truth
you weave a trail that never intersects with the others’ thin grey lines of power residue
what binds us together is lost when crossed your line scatters when it encounters the truth.

Your favorite addictive emotion is the electrochemical jolt through the cerebral center
when you say something snide that somehow helps you and nobody can or can’t verify
you don’t discern truth from lies because for you they are too hard to remember
the only time you resort to telling the truth is to cover up or prepare for a lie
you lie with your voice but your face and body are yelling to everyone do not enter.

Do you do things to people you know they wouldn’t dare want to do to them-self
do you try to get others to catch the lies tossed from your faulty fabulist tower
do you often hesitate with an answer or simply say nothing by being yourstealth
do you lie when you don’t have to just to maintain your false feeling of power
do you believe the lies at you tell others or just the ones you tell yourself.

You run out of life just a little bit with each and every thought of a lie
the greatest lie is the one you tell yourself every time you begin to utter
the lies you tell yourself are the easiest because you never need to justify
it’s ok to lie when you do it your way because it doesn’t relatively matter
nobody notices and they don’t see that you are really just trying to try.

Everyone lies to some degree in spacetime so what kind of lier are you
there are really big lies and some are so small you hardly ever realize
there are razor thin grey lies and their dark powdery lines of residue
there are even some nice lies that lead up to a pleasant evening surprize
if they knew the whole truth would the target of your lies forgive you?

 

Mass Maze Games

The masses are asses and duly programmed to run the society maze,
who are the classes who make the rules and why should you even care,
to them you have little more importance than the cattle that they raise,
to feed and fatten you up enough to never question, think or even dare.

All people are programmed in one way or another, most without their knowing,
how is it really effecting you, yours and all the connected family ties,
politicos do nothing more than talk to people and keep them from rioting,
we pledge allegiance to a flag of power, corruption and institutionalized lies.

The rulers of today control the masses just as the ancient Romans did,
distract them with mindless entertainment to maintain their dominion,
give them bloody games and teach them to kill while keeping them fed,
generating little more than empty banter of matters of popular opinion.

Working jobs they don’t like alongside people they can’t really stand,
for companies who don’t care about you or any of your friends,
just to afford payments on houses and cars that impress by ultra brand,
friends who will be gone when your financial good fortune ends.

Indoctrinate them from birth to believe in a pagan god of sacrifice,
giving himself to death for your sins just for when the time is right,
to wage another war with volunteers who are willing to die at least twice,
convinced of a virgin birth and afterlife they are willing to lead the plight.

Politics are a game to keep our people from discovering the ultimate truth,
keep people fighting and arguing amongst themselves while paying all the taxes,
supporting the efforts of waging senseless wars full of bitter rotting vermouth,
beyond the impact of their bottom line without regard for the natural abraxas.

The stock market is a billion dollar shell game with the house the only real winner,
the common people hold the dice and gamble with every option and derivative buy,
the preferred stock holders do all the reaping while the poor have nothing for dinner,
commoners sow with a manufactured crises to reset the game back to zero on the sly.

They determine how the Food and Drugs are Administered with an agency of the same name,
unlike the tyrannies of the past our federal government puts most everything out in the open,
they know as long as the people are fat they will continue to believe they are the same,
by the time they realize what is happening to them it will be too late for any hopin’.

Our federal government oppresses and kills thousands of innocent people hourly,
they can be overthrown tomorrow without spilling a drop of blood with precision,
voting for presidents is like pissing in the oscillating fan of popular society,
you can vote daily with your dollar and turning off their mind control television.

Part Duex

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Evil Blush

I blush when I think of you,
and your black vulture wing.
I know that you loved me,
and my money.

You pledge allegiance,
to the next evil race.
That provides legal tender,
behind a blank face.

I though you were different,
not like the rest.
Lucky I was wrong,
you weren’t even the best.

Pleasant Nightmares

When you are breathing next to my ear,
the transmission is clearly received.
All you wanted was everything dear,
regardless of who was deceived.

When ever I fall it’s always for theft,
help me to discover your underhand.
You got all the love and whatever’s left,
nothing was enough to understand.

I awake from the pain of my flesh tearing off,
my nightmares seem pleasant when you’re there.
Unnecessary words only do harm and scoff,
I never promised my love would be fair.

The sheets are wet with my blood and your tears,
another night with nothing to lose.
If servitude is bliss when entering years,
it is with you whom I will choose.

Spewing Lies

Shut up, stand up,
and get the fuck out.
I have no more time,
for your spewing spout.

You’re really not that smart,
and don’t have much class.
Please let the door,
crash into your ass.

Don’t ever come back,
keep your black lies.
If I see you again,
one of us dies.

Stupid Rich

Please forget me,
leave no trace.
Don’t remember my name,
or even my face.

I know when you’re thinking,
of things that we’ve done.
You remember,
when I was the one.

You broke all there was,
for that stupid bitch.
A life of leisure,
and be thought of as rich.

Lieing Grave

I Promised myself I would no longer smile,
when I think of you crying.

I started a new life without you in it,
and told you that I was dying.

At my grave we buried you instead,
you actually thought I believed all your lying.

Now you’ve got everything you need,
all without buying or trying.

Friend Whore

”Things will be fine” is their common line.
To tell you to just go away.
“Don’t touch what is mine or drink my good wine,
and no, don’t ask to stay.”

“We don’t care if you fail or end up in jail,
where it is you sleep or even if you bleed.
Just keep us mind when your struggles are over,
we love it when you succeed.”

Because they’ll be there,
like all the parties before.
Without knowledge or care,
just like a friend whore.

Weighted Nightmare Needs

I never liked kissing you,
it’s really not your fault.
My wallet is now empty,
locked away in a vault.

To think i ever loved you,
is very laughable now.
Please stay far far away,
my life is once again wow.

It once was a dream,
then you appeared.
A nightmare ensued,
just as you feared.

Now i am alone again,
just as it should be.
No weights of your need,
i can once again see.