The movie will begin in five moments
The mindless voice announced
All those unseated will await the next show.
We filed slowly, languidly into the hall
The auditorium was vast and silent
As we seated and were darkened, the voice continued.
The program for this evening is not new
You've seen this entertainment through and through
You've seen your birth your life and death
you might recall all of the rest
Did you have a good world when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?
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"The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side."
Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
Chris Bangs - singer, songwriter, writer, and poet.
COMMON
©2007
10/27/07
Common, common
Not so common
The regular wave of
Fortune's fickle feather
Brushes my sanity lightly
Recoil, withdraw
Mystery fate and Miss Fortune
Why do you visit in your carriage tonight?
What impulsive plans do you conceive,
To the child like minds that still believe?
Screams "don't come common", for you are an imposter
And yet you come still
As the night
And the treasure and terrors that you foster
And so you are,
And called,
Common
But I know you, and though
You are the same face in many eyes
You are unique to me
Bleeding drum beats beneath the wheel
Of your callous carriage, common
And the broken dream of the sleeping child
Slithers down the track of your wake
And into the drains of cynicism
Leave me blind and forgetful
But I recognize you still
As Not So Common At All
©2007 Chris Bangs
Untitled and in progress
©2007 Chris Bangs
Dark night. Intuition reveals
A banshee siren scream. piercing the night
As an ominous dread claws, at the weathered face of reality
Lie of love lay over sight
Axis and Allies, act as and all lies
Hidden truths and the ocean filled sea
Self devise ignorance to the black wind
And turns the head away from the rising army
that approaches with haste and cunning from within
Coming to steal the beautiful
Seed of the thorn filled garden
Leaving the peasant king to die
O' King O' King
Awake for the time is at hand
Judas aghast at the deafness of your denial
Struck with overwhelming shock an amazement
Bows to greater apostate than he
As untold evil twist and abates
And redirects the hands of fate
O' King
Assume your armor and take up your sword
Before its to late to utter a word
O' King
The army cometh for your exquisite fruit
The nectar once sweet shall sour
in the goblet of the liar
Who wants to taste and taste
Then lay to waste
O' King
What runs through your vein
shall be dashed on the floor
Dribble through the cracks
Of manipulative planks
And into the substrate of despair
So haste to arms O; King and
love once more
For the hour is at hand To reclaim your love
