the unexplained sorrows |
this unexplainable sorrows, sitt down , starring next to me, hears me and expects some more of my timelooking down my throughtpulling words from my toungefinding falts in my braintrys to keep me from ...
Posted by Mojo Filter on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 03:42:00 PST |
becoming God |
they all stand in line,sand on the scales of time, trying to become a boulder, and leave an impression in mindbut latter they know they are pebbles, so they push and they push it some more, till ...
Posted by Mojo Filter on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 12:26:00 PST |
three to two |
the dogs of society howl., the stench of raw power in their breathehunting down the under lordsstoping us with their fake laws, the ones no one can find...were sentenced to 50 , years in the penthouse...
Posted by Mojo Filter on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 02:24:00 PST |
freedom lies in your palm |
her eyes peer off into the sunsett, the mind bleeding, so numb, and in the morning she"ll not wake up the day, she'll sleep in for more than three years, she'll find herself in a hospital bed, atop of...
Posted by Mojo Filter on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 06:38:00 PST |
the one no one cares about |
her mind sits in morbid constipation, straining to think of the incodent,but she cant recall the moents that she once knewher mind is cracked and left better for dead,her blood is on the groundthe fin...
Posted by Mojo Filter on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 05:33:00 PST |
manic depression |
my mind screams in a vacant room, wich once filed with laughter starts to rust,and dust compiles every inch of ground.orange arrays of shunshine light, fill my hours with harsh days and pain, and ever...
Posted by Mojo Filter on Sun, 26 Nov 2006 07:59:00 PST |
dont live in constant competition... |
the world, one big contest,my house is bigger,my car goes faster,my shoes are shineiermy wife is blonde...my children are the perfect american children...well, who are you to judge a better life?what ...
Posted by Mojo Filter on Thu, 23 Nov 2006 07:31:00 PST |
the lawn song |
for inspiration i sit on my lawn, in the middle of night, i shake my head and say good eavining , to the stars....for my despiration i sit on the dawnin the middle of morningi shake my head and f...
Posted by Mojo Filter on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 06:15:00 PST |
this long universal trip, to a place in the stars... |
if i stair too long at this big yellow wall, all the flowers and stems start to talk,and with a big hall, and a sacremental wall,all the senses of my natural human, take over to the edgeand i sit in t...
Posted by Mojo Filter on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 06:35:00 PST |
the planed genocidic cancers |
the crying moon and purple sun, dance around the crooning planet earth,veiwing our actions, the red plan to save them selvesand save their future, but they know that there is noneif they keep us alive...
Posted by Mojo Filter on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 04:34:00 PST |
