My Beautiful Earth Is Only Blessed

When solar rays consume 

the flesh of earth

And there's one grain of sand 

not turned to glass

All that's left

is death

A skeleton in rot

Skull, bones cross

A cancer

A fire

Doth clothe death in proper attire?

The absence of thought

Drenched in satire,

raped of grace

I presume for the sake of what's safe

Dreamless sleep?! 

Ha!

May all who think dream

And may all who dream weep

Death is your shepherd

Who's counting his sheep?

From the womb of my mother

to this?

And from this to nothing…

The reaper came 

from the womb of my mother

And I'll come again, 

and we'll all cum together

Our offspring fly lighter 

without any feathers

The only question 

never to give me an answer

Every memory of every human being 

Every dream

Collapses into the realm of the blessed

She rears her ancient head

All that's left

is death

We've left more 

than our shame in this universe!

10,000 gods left on hard drives

floating through 

vacant space

Waiting for radio waves

For some selfless race 

to save us

Red lights 

propelled by antimatter 

Science… 

for whom we no longer live 

to humbly flatter

Death isn't the end?

Our souls will ascend! 

(without brains)

Fuck! 

"You expect me to find serenity in being lifted into a collapse of time/space without any knowledge, memory or experience? You're telling me the very essence of my being is an inanimate object that somehow manages to stay inside of me undetected my entire life, and I'm supposed to get some kind of satisfaction knowing that it will ascend into an eternal state of peace with my creator while leaving behind everything on earth that makes me who I am?!"

There's no ocean left on earth 

There's no laughter and no tears 

have been shed

She who becomes a pillar of salt 

is wiser than the rest 

All that's left 

is death

For patronage eats the camaraderie 

with carnage

Nationalism is the earth's cruel joke

Religion

…its ultimate weapon

God waits within the great black hole 

that was our life-force 

From the pilgrims of Cavet

To the post-modern information age

Mercury… 

Galileo's last cry

Sirius… my love

The last bacterium in Antarctica 

Plato's Atlantis within

Live in sin

My beautiful earth is only blessed

All that's left 

is death

Can't See Much Through a Broken Mirror

I wish somehow that now would matter

Hierarchical doom climbs a former latter

All those years weren't gone forever

Its lens could project on a film less shattered


Alas the past is broken glass

I wish that I could see it clearer

All the hows and wheres and whens

I can't see much through a broken mirror 

I can't see much through a cloudy lens


I wish there was no gore or glory

Hell would make for a simpler story

Heaven could be a little closer

Now wouldn't be stuck in purgatory


Fix it, please, or don't and appease me

Make it over...

Blink Blink

the vagabond philosophy

takes the yellow brick road

to get a frontal lobe lobotomy 

i'm a poster boy for hypocrisy 

preach the gospel 

of the wild, hostile breed


but i'm a billboard for monotony 

the starving artist's broken creed

the objective-subjective dichotomy

to make a living or live on the street

to make life speak

with clinched fists and ground teeth 

hide or go seek

blink blink


another day, another dollar

fury for fodder 

no marriage and no mortgage

and no son and no daughter


oil the industry

tap your feet

blink blink


i work all night

and i work all day

i'm wasting

just wasting away

i have no point, no purpose, no game

i have nothing

oh nothing else to say


here comes johnny

go johnny go

all work and no play 

makes jack want to smoke

jack fell down the hill

jack has braincells to kill

jack! get cash! go buy some dope!


goodbye high hopes

goodnight cruel world

tighten up the rope, jack

or hit the fucking road