It all seems so good It all feels so great As I enter the mood Of this trippy mind state I am all, I am one Sitting here on this earth
By Michael Brandon Marchese3 years ago in Poets
I am dismay, despair and dread I am the Nothing in your head The herald of the grayest skies The harbinger of your demise
You had to go your way I had to go mine Had to let you go grow In your own place and time Had to let you be you Had to let me be me
End scene on the Neogene Where life-distort systems sustain The epidemic apathy The superficial philistine Degeneration entertain
Not saying I like it Just how that it works The deletist type brightest In caverns we lurks And we hungers And wonders
I walk through life's Final frontier I tread on death's Devoid of fear A Black Plague rat A great white shark
Contraptions enrapture The thoughts in my head Like the Black Widow Feds Spin the global-wide web Making beds To be lied in
My heart is like paper Too over-used So I tear it to tatters For long have I mused For something that matters To put on these pages
Prometheus ignites to spark this Molotov to make his Marxist On swine Fuhrer's Faux News tweet Hashtag it #GorbachevWallStreet
I asked the weeping willow tree how lonely is this swamp I see? What dark, primeval, loveless start left it with this mired heart?
Chop, hack, fell, sever Greedy, vicious clawed endeavor Rip, tear, bite, shred Snarling metal teeth I dread
It walked on water over seas And lurked within the hold Deep inside it slept and dreamt Of glory, God and gold It raised its sword to take and have