RainCrow
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jun 9, 2002
- Posts
- 139
I have still not decided if I want to consider this poetry or simply the chaotic ramblings of my head... You tell me what you think... I will post somemore in the future
For once I am here before you waiting and watching, debating between writing or reading.
So many thoughts fill my head.
Veins pulsing with the stress.
Stringed fingers, only grasp the sun when the crow pecks the eyes from the neighbors cat.
Seeking wonders along the path of candy darts and slick spiders.
Silver threads weaving like a crystal ball that tells time.
Prince charming grasping the pumpkins wings.
Symbols of religion. Blue fingers pressed against porcelain skin.
What’s the difference between a practical leader and a religious leader?
Witches sit and wonder why their hair stays the same as children’s eyes.
If current trends continue the way they have been, global meld down does not sound that far away.
White muted school boy.
Other important civilizations.
Black rustic boots. Lick them bitch, keep them clean, that’s all your good for, your nothing but a slut.
Yes, Master. Your slut. My little bitch. Craving.
Miss my cat nip, that cat died of mouth cancer.
Sniper incognito.
Golden key, hanging computer chip no longer in use.
Western civilization, no more tribal recognition or is it domination.
Silver rings corroding your fingers.
Can’t seem to see through the haze.
Sit there and write. Covered walls mixed in the night.
Vampires whisper music in the back ground, nothing you can do.
Blaring into the thought. Loud, soft in your ear.
The weathers just right.
Cornered in its stance, can’t seem to think any other way.
The next to die, alone. Reversible army ware.
Beats warped in time.
Holes in the shoes of old ladies.
Can’t afford much else, the getto or just social security.
Here comes the rain, it’s going to rain.
Got my password saved on them.
Dark water, mystic grass flows like the ocean seas.
Only on the east coast a salt touch.
The ground cold hard grasp of steal.
Straight curly hair.
Acupuncture is actually what again?
And how about opium.
Why are the western civilizations better organized then the Asian ones, or is that what we just think?
Simple beat.
Golden teeth, replacement of the natural sense.
Man it got dark pretty quick.
For our records and convenience.
Have to go the Funky Monkey. Get my money.
Simply paper.
What’s the point of inflation all around us.
The witch hunt is on. And only the vampires succeed.
I can see the sky, the stars are bright. The fire must no longer burn.
Random thoughts, a bug flying stinger aimed or what?
Protection against an unknown enemy.
Run, hide under that box of indifference.
I see the workers all on break, I assume.
Lying around on a driveway staring at the cars as they drive by.
Immigrants, only here to feed their families.
Too poor, work for this rich America.
What does it matter to you or me as long as we all get what we want in the end.
Suit and business men only concerned about their soft but sharp edge.
Everything in a black crafted world.
This world the Devils playground. Everything in it his toy.
I smoke for no reason in particular, only for something to do in this day.
Always as to be something to do during idyll time.
Always fidgeting or moving.
Can’t sit still. Can’t blame it on the drugs, only a substitute.
Cloudless sky of ever infinity. Raking, staring, watching.
Your looking down on what you know is lost.
Why in the beginning have you done this?
Stander outside of time, you watch use self destruct.
Never taking into account at what you see.
Outside of time, he raises questions no one has the correct answer to.
Why has this mood blackened me?
Making me think of things that sheep don’t think to ponder about.
Random thoughts, technology bringing us convince of killing ourselves.
Smoke curling around like the twist of an ever present fate.
Anything and everything that will be our end. Only in the beginning of separation.
God from man, you knew, why did you let it happen. Sitting back to watch a big TV.
The light hasn’t quite gone out yet, the censer no longer working to the time of the Sun.
I don’t know what to say to you, ever making me think.
Disruption of the silence.
No longer peace in this world, if ever, if only an illusion.
Death penalty in 10 seconds.
The family killing the convict.. Don’t want them to suffer.
Can’t smoke a cigarette for fear it will kill me.
For once I am here before you waiting and watching, debating between writing or reading.
So many thoughts fill my head.
Veins pulsing with the stress.
Stringed fingers, only grasp the sun when the crow pecks the eyes from the neighbors cat.
Seeking wonders along the path of candy darts and slick spiders.
Silver threads weaving like a crystal ball that tells time.
Prince charming grasping the pumpkins wings.
Symbols of religion. Blue fingers pressed against porcelain skin.
What’s the difference between a practical leader and a religious leader?
Witches sit and wonder why their hair stays the same as children’s eyes.
If current trends continue the way they have been, global meld down does not sound that far away.
White muted school boy.
Other important civilizations.
Black rustic boots. Lick them bitch, keep them clean, that’s all your good for, your nothing but a slut.
Yes, Master. Your slut. My little bitch. Craving.
Miss my cat nip, that cat died of mouth cancer.
Sniper incognito.
Golden key, hanging computer chip no longer in use.
Western civilization, no more tribal recognition or is it domination.
Silver rings corroding your fingers.
Can’t seem to see through the haze.
Sit there and write. Covered walls mixed in the night.
Vampires whisper music in the back ground, nothing you can do.
Blaring into the thought. Loud, soft in your ear.
The weathers just right.
Cornered in its stance, can’t seem to think any other way.
The next to die, alone. Reversible army ware.
Beats warped in time.
Holes in the shoes of old ladies.
Can’t afford much else, the getto or just social security.
Here comes the rain, it’s going to rain.
Got my password saved on them.
Dark water, mystic grass flows like the ocean seas.
Only on the east coast a salt touch.
The ground cold hard grasp of steal.
Straight curly hair.
Acupuncture is actually what again?
And how about opium.
Why are the western civilizations better organized then the Asian ones, or is that what we just think?
Simple beat.
Golden teeth, replacement of the natural sense.
Man it got dark pretty quick.
For our records and convenience.
Have to go the Funky Monkey. Get my money.
Simply paper.
What’s the point of inflation all around us.
The witch hunt is on. And only the vampires succeed.
I can see the sky, the stars are bright. The fire must no longer burn.
Random thoughts, a bug flying stinger aimed or what?
Protection against an unknown enemy.
Run, hide under that box of indifference.
I see the workers all on break, I assume.
Lying around on a driveway staring at the cars as they drive by.
Immigrants, only here to feed their families.
Too poor, work for this rich America.
What does it matter to you or me as long as we all get what we want in the end.
Suit and business men only concerned about their soft but sharp edge.
Everything in a black crafted world.
This world the Devils playground. Everything in it his toy.
I smoke for no reason in particular, only for something to do in this day.
Always as to be something to do during idyll time.
Always fidgeting or moving.
Can’t sit still. Can’t blame it on the drugs, only a substitute.
Cloudless sky of ever infinity. Raking, staring, watching.
Your looking down on what you know is lost.
Why in the beginning have you done this?
Stander outside of time, you watch use self destruct.
Never taking into account at what you see.
Outside of time, he raises questions no one has the correct answer to.
Why has this mood blackened me?
Making me think of things that sheep don’t think to ponder about.
Random thoughts, technology bringing us convince of killing ourselves.
Smoke curling around like the twist of an ever present fate.
Anything and everything that will be our end. Only in the beginning of separation.
God from man, you knew, why did you let it happen. Sitting back to watch a big TV.
The light hasn’t quite gone out yet, the censer no longer working to the time of the Sun.
I don’t know what to say to you, ever making me think.
Disruption of the silence.
No longer peace in this world, if ever, if only an illusion.
Death penalty in 10 seconds.
The family killing the convict.. Don’t want them to suffer.
Can’t smoke a cigarette for fear it will kill me.
