30 Years Young

It's funny how loving you is the greatest thing,
I get to be myself and I get to sing,
I get to be a bane and irresponsible,
I come home late,
And devour your soul,
I never forget you in my prayers,
I'm sorry I had a panic doing waltz.

You're my feature in the fall,
Apparition in the hall,
You're the one I'm walking to,
When I get into my jerks,
You are my covenant,
You don't even know it,
I am living up the life of a poet,
I am the gesture in the aching cold,
And you're the jumpy little frog on my doorway.

My eye sights fading,
And my hearing's dim,
I've been getting shot,
With the state I'm in,
I'm endangering myself,
I've been stuck in flights,
From the pansies and their guards,
On the Saturday nights.
But please don't be disapproving with my girl,
She gets all lightheaded when she's gold.

You're my seizure in a mall,
You're my visions by the wall,
You're the one I'm talking to,
When I laze around at work,
You're so blur,
That you don't even show it.
I am living in the life of a hermit,
A tired master in the times of old,
And you're my charming little servant in the torrid.

Hurried conversations with you at night,
Cause the little one cries, but that's alright,
I tell you in the kitchen,
About my day,
Soon the bed lies in the darkest of places,
With the ghost that was there before you were queen,
You've come to save my life, I mean

I don't dare to touch your hand,
I don't dare to think of you,
In a biological command,
I wouldn't know what size you grew,
You are the cover on my magazine,
You're my fascist trip, a living museum,
I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays,
And maybe tell you all about it someday.....

January River

6:52 in the lights of the dusk,
You were making those juices,
Making a fuss,
Of the angels in white robes,
And detoxed stethoscopes,
You echo the silence,
The neck of the violence.

The man or the woman,
In white black suit,
Wings so fine,
They take daughters,
And maybe your mind,

And the uncertainty,
Drove you far to the sea,
Buying blankets for no one,
That no one would buy,
Ask the man on the tall chair,
He knows what he's trying to do.

It's the river, it's spring and it's painful,
The beached and the sinned,
The righteous and doubtful,
The way that they summon the walls to the roads,
Oh the biggest road ever,
To pave off the coasts.

The suited females,
With long-beaked precisions,
And odd indecisions,
Easy as deafness,

The God with a two kilometre,
Circumspecting width,
His glaze is a gift,
He was black to begin with,
And now he's copper tin.

The city of God,
Forgot nothing to,
The art of a fight,
The art of a ten-buck two,
Impoverished feelings,
Impoverished dues,
You live life on the ceiling,
The floor's too festooned,
With money and goons.

And you walk on the bridge,
Of troubled rapids,
You walk on the sides,
To make sure you've had it.

And no you're just nine,
You've had your ins and out,
But your out all the time,
Is mother really waiting,
It's ten o'clock nine now,
Does anyone gives a damn?

The portent of humidity,
The loss of a sanctified community,
The linings in clothes of the grievance,
You wear it with pride, and you stroke it all night,
To the minute of forgetting sons,
Yeah the suited man took him with lack of guns.

And these January rivers,
With weary inked eyes,
They'd sell your their fruits,
And they'd sell you their wives,
Like a pagan in Vatican,
A road in Mongolia,
You should've asked em,
Instead I would see ya,
In rags or a bag of incense.

Underwater surprises,
Surprising demands,
They said man we're just trying to clean,
But without the mop you're a fiend,
Everyone's money,
And money is none,
So the math of it's scary,
And not the least fun,
In the stuttering view of a nun,
Under the crime of not owning a gun.

Your daughter is home,
At last,
A fever or spots,
And torturing gasps,
She's just whiter than ever before,
The pram took her ego and more,
Chained to machines,
Clinically deceased and clean.

Sleepless nights,
Sleepless vigil,
Stream of lights,
Stream of a kill,
Walk the streets,
Money in mind,
Again I think that would be find,
But we're driving off the main road again,
Too much lighting, too few of a trance.

How can such a river so still,
Hide a home of a murderer's chill.

Iron Gondola

Sit on your floor baby,
Cut it nice now,
Don't leave it out,
For the wolves to hide now.

Shave off all of the debris,
Leave the part that's got sheen,
Pink plastic Jesus,
Dashboard pristine.

Types of adhesive,
Myriad of sedatives,
Sleep in the eye of,
Flying like a black dove.

Call me up,
Call me out,
Fluorescent teenagers,
Murdered baby cubs.

Shoot him with my left hand,
Grab him with my right,
Santa doesn't come early,
His gifts were stolen nights.

Time refuse to comply,
Time don't give a shit,
It was perfect, it was punk,
But now it's just awful.

Pig for a pig's blood,
Blood for a pig,
Hold it to the reckless radio,
Static pouring shtick.

Valley of the Chevvy,
Road full of aedes,
Cross my mind,
Crossing arms,
The way you took him by the guns.

Mama said your eyes are cold,
Your eyes are blue, they're getting old,
Soon will turn to scarlet red,
Like the sun that never sets.

Profusely bleeding,
Profusely loved,
Profusely needing,
Profusely shoved.

Girders weak under the bad man's sneakers,
Pouring rain on all the weepers,
Kings and Queens with yellow crepe papers,
Chaperones and limelight teachers.

Leave before the lightbulb flickers,
A glimpse of faith,
A glimpse of snicker,
You don't wanna see what you've barely done.

I wanna see beyond the seer,
The pulchritude,
I ignored so dear.
You said it like a Democrat,
And checked me like a Siamese Cat.

A battery that never works,
A scenery that never stirs,
A working class of battered eels,
A slur of times you've seen the reeds.

Banana, apple,
Maybe lilies,
The fruit of nets,
The fruition needies.

A monoxidal beauty,
A gasoline affinity,
I saw your platforms fell apart,
Inside the bus, inside my heart.

The modern way, the modern scales,
The modern tabs, the modern ail,
Cursing the man that works the rails,
Don't be too happy, don't be too stale.

To cry and tell a lovely joke,
A watery knife, on blithering stoves,
The mother whets the sword of sin,
The daughter weeps the hole within.

A cocaine stare,
And marijuana hair,
The mirrorman,
The fountain wares.

You wanna know how much I love,
The way you burn the petrol cove,
Like cyanide but coloured you,
A face, a smile,
A hug or two.

Your high brow,
Anti-tobacco,
Marxist ways,
The way try to stop the haze.

A lost child in unpleasant sickening yellow.
Sickening, blistering yellow,
The banker asked her,
Where's your mum,
She left me for,
A shilling and a dollar.

In,
Out,
Work,
In,
Out,
Home,
In,
Out,
Death,
In,
Out,
Up,
Down,

Or up?

--

Fading off the carpets,
And dirty little monsters,
Under your beds,
Are now on it,

And now she's saying

The TV is a cuckold,
Your husband is a trucker,
It gets more entertaining,
The way she died.

Pink plastic Jesus,
Dirty on the dashboard,
Panoply adhesives,
And make-up drawers.

Frugal as fluorescent,
Dubious adolescence,
Dancing like a drunk bee,
All the way to Borstal.

We all say,
The ones we sate and love,
We all say,
That we'll never have enough,
The modern way is the only way to buff,
Oh, the 20th century move,
Is nothing special.

Sunday was a church day,
The day they burn the churches,
Setting souls on ire,
The slave of all desires.

But then mother was an atheist,
And now she's just a feminist,
The way she changed the lightbulb,
And never got down.

And he said,

The arson doesn't know who,
Or what he's trying to kill,
He's burning copper nickels,
An archetype marks.

We all change,
The ones we sate and love,
We all change,
All the things we've had enough,
The new waves just a ripple in the dust,
Oh, the 21st century moon,
Is nothing legal.

The butterflies are smog-stained,
The caterpillars last brain,
Climbing Eiffel towers,
To get to Spain.

The desert is a moron,
Marijuana ism,
The day when I was nothing,
We smoked a win.

Castle alabaster,
Imagination pageant,
When will they land here,
Guess it's not tonight.

Childhood in the pits,
Growing up a fit,
Charcoal on my fa-ace,
Sparkled fiends.

Titanium or clay,
There's nothing much to say,
They all apply the same thing,
For building walls.

We all pay,
The ones that sate and love,
We all pay,
A shilling for a dove,

Mother,
Don't say a word,
Just an endless drone of fears,
Artless marks indent by tears.

He told me that,
Heaven sakes,
Was just a lover's way to go,
And you know I didn't have that with you.

You taught me God,
You taught me how to cook,
But then a single word,
Also taught me how to look.

Billy's waiting down the valley of cars,
Isn't it peculiar,
That under the stars,
We're the only ones here.

Where have all the people go?
Has Satan made a covenant,
Cause I feel nothing.

Marijuana mischief,
In the pockets of a man,
And the leavings of his band,
You thought mean it,
But you didn't understand.

Yeah punk was great,
Punk was a liberal,
And then you came,
And made it considerable.

Now I feeling of a smoke machine,
The same way you taught me the way to run a fifteen,
I thought it was clean,
You know what I mean.

Black dress baby,
Black all the way, baby,
Cut my eyes and make it a writ,
From these balls of cottontails,
And you saved me,
Well I stay ail,
You got my tongue,
In a radio static rung.

Controlled makers of the gun.

Cycling down the trees of Alaska,
Maybe someday it will get better,
Weather I don't see whether,
Any angry manner,
Might get us helter-skelter.

And you partied to the times of fortissimo,
The patrol boy gave you a ticket,
You said,
Darling, let it go.

You don't remember,
The names will still,
Be written in black and blue,
And maybe concrete.

But then the lighting suspiciously,
Turn to a hue of the same one before,
When something came out,
Something you love and adore.

Fluorescent mister,
That's what it is,
The cocaine eyes,
The monotone mist.

From the beams of a girder,
Too greasy for a murder,
Rains a blood of bovines,
On the rulers of the parquet floor.

The man in the gondola shakes his tiller,
The moon is gone,
They're only fillers.

The glow in her cummerbund,
Under her dad's dinner jacket,
Throws off a friend,
And it caused us a racket

I'm the janitor,
It makes you wanna come to this place,
Of a wonderful real estate,
Cause I'm the realtor,
And every single shingle is one plus another,
It's like you're the mother,

Of all the six kinds of glue,
I don't know you,
I don't really know how to,
So if you go for awhile,
I would see a trail of a pouring static.

A master of efforts,
Or lacking too much of it,
The stand up indecisive moment,
Where you don't give a shit,
About the Eiffel Tower,
And the pink plastic Jesus,
On your dashboard,
The tape won't work it tonight.

A tornado at hit,
In the eye of a fit,
You get your guns rewired,
And the stark rehired,
To the point of wonderful blandness,
And you go pass all your shucks.

Fluorescent Bamboo

Take me to Hollywood,
Take me to anywhere,
Counter the silent type,
I'll make it to anywhere,
And you were my stereotype,
Throbbed in dispute,
And you were my secret light,
When I'm stuck in room,
41,
1,2,4, Your the sand I deplore,
It's okay to like,
Marmalade nights,
Chipping off,
The new iron maiden,
Cigarettes and booze.

Take me to real estates,
Fountains and all,
Sunshining up your ass,
And every intone,
Nation, it's like there an 80's son of a gun,
Cut me a road,
I'll sing a sonnet,
For the sad,
Seventeen lines,
Seventeen ways to die,
To learn how to cry.

Take me to shipperies,
Take me to sail,
One hell of a whale,
Has got me into his gale,
Cause you are my girl,
And exit this world,
Through doors I can't taste,
You won't be assumed,
By all that is gloom,
But they'll think of you anyway.

Take me back to the subway,
Dances of broken Jesus,
Chains on the right,
Smiles to the left,
And maybe you see it too,
Can't relate,
The stories I have relate,
But I can't be writ-,
Ing everything I've loved,
From someone above.

Take me to see the circus,
Wherever that maybe,
Take me to contortionist,
And horses that waltz,
Mouses that talk,
Roses that stalk,
Your every living day,
You call me by name,
You took me by same,
And yet a fog.

Take me today,
Leave me tomorrow,
And we'll make our ways,
To New York City,
Or maybe Dubai,
In the sees of kaleidoscopic eyes,
You could see me lie.

Take me to Hollywood,
Bloods in the rain,
I counted your pain,
I defaced the paint,
And make it my own,
You can't really blame,
The one that got tamed,
They really is wild,
But I can't define,
Between the dames.

I climb another tree,
I steal another bee,
Hive,
And chase another another cay,
Ultimatum Sue,
You are what you do,
And not what you say.

Caught me in distant radon,
And give me back seeded Gaston,
The ships don't complain,
So why would the trains?
Be the same,
I'll see you tonight,
Tonight,

Today.

And The Owl Said

Down secret light,
Song for tonight,
You,
Stayed home, take off,
Everything.

Eye on the prize,
Blinded,
By the blindfolded,
We can.

Blue sixteen walls,
Counting, your sight,
It all comes back,
To time,
Then you find it obvious.

The tyranny starts now,
In my tide,
In your mind,
Locked in chains.

Eyes,
As big as toad's,
Casing moats,
And never walk again.

His size is icily totalizing,
Keep me nice,
I don't want,
Consequences for what I do with my eyes,
Forever.

I should take the train back closer,
Somewhere nw.

Before I say,
Caught my name,
When all thing's grey,
You find it odd,
It's adventure,
In the Sod''s

It's your life,
Hide me behind records of laziness
From vinyls and digitals to ignorance,
You cross it to the radio,
Send me another heart song,
Send me and it won't be long,
Til I die in my disgrace.

Polly's got a new cracker,
She leave it on the floor,
They'll never know what a kiss really is,
But then again so would I,
So she took the fire,
And made an isolation.

Certain deafness,
In my turnstile,
Cause no one goes through here,
No one pays even if they do,
I'm so tied in tights,
Too much of light.

We speak without language,
Without words,
No english,
Or nothing,
It's you I call,
When I think of things I'll never know about.

This is getting far,
Too far.

You said that mind-reading is occult,
And Ida shakes her booty to the fog,
You claim for a stalker,
But no one's like you or likes you anymore.

Just because she's got eyes on me,
Doesn't mean she likes it more,
She could just want my bones you see,
But I'd love nothing more.

You crave for silence,
In the dead of the night,
Memories in tune to the dancing bonfires,
In the lounge,
Burning lingeries.

Cause baby I'd find a solution,
If I had another contribution but no one's too stiff,
To care,
No one's like you,
Or where,
You should have been,
On the stairs,
Over the kitchen.

Stripping off nude,
When 2+2 is 5,
I could not assume,
What to do with my life,
Or lies,
Or whatever you despise,
I get to a star,
I got you so suddenly.

Too many house of cards,
Don't just give papercuts,
It's mind-blowing stability.

And maybe I saw you in time for the ride,
But I left you into the sands,
And let the corpses hold your hand.

I don't mind,
Where you fake,
Cause pop is dead,
And mum has lost all her wits.

She called me a Satan,
I called her a lie,
So I guess we were meant to try.

I just hope I don't realize.
At the wrong moments, seconds, or lines.

Birds and bees,
In slow motion,
Rewind.

Manufactured To Her Smile (Draft roflmao)

Oh there once was a lady in Spain,
Who could spend her whole life in the grains,
Well it's not of the fact that she lacks in the brains,
But I think it's a logical bane.

She wait out for her children to come,
Back from school, yeah they usually run,
As she stares through the haze,
Of unwelcoming faces,
She thought to herself,
It's getting too late.

And there once was a man in a car,
He thought none of who or whatever they are,
He continued his ride,
And never abide,
To the sound of the siren,
The sight of the stars.

And she rushed out into the breeze,
She saw death and he was on his knees,
He said "please oh don't kill me"
"Cause I'll let you down"
Like an orphan, yeah that was his frown.

He came out as a radio star,
He went back as a deliberate czar,
Forgotten his keys,
And he ran to the trees,
Cause rascals, yeah that's who they are.

I don't see the smile,
It was there for awhile,
I can't call it a grin,
Cause it seemed like a sin,
She was naught what I thought as senile.

And her children was locked in a cage,
If she knew she would throw fits of rage,
There were guns in the air,
And she still wouldn't care,
A matinee, yeah that was her stage.

He called his mother or two,
Thought he'd say his very last 'I love you',
But his cellphone was dead,
And then next was his head,
Oh of course they'd say 'I love you too'.

She climbed up the walls of the gang,
Reddish hair like an orang-utang's,
The char on her face,
Couldn't hide her disgrace,
Of the bearded and yellow-stained fangs.

God these kids are a mess,
I told you we should've gotten a rest,
Now our lunch break is gone,
And our dignity won't be long,
At least get something cladded with breast.

When she saw them they weren't to her taste,
No rough speeches or scarves on their face,
It wasn't TV,
But thank god it was free,
Cause she left it without a trace.

Hey that lady is trespassing grounds,
Let's catch her and cut off her gowns,
If she's married or Jew,
Well I won't give a poo,
Let's just hope she has no kids in town.

God where the hell are my kids,
Let's not hope they're not in a pit,
Cause I gave them their lunch,
Oh it's just a big hunch,
But their sandwich would taste like shit.

The joke of this story is over,
So let's skip to the part where they kill her,
She got down on her front,
And then all of it is done,
Except the Russians didn't slice that mother.

She told them she was forty,
And her husband was around fifty-three,
She told them she had children,
They're Jonas and Magdalen,
The youngest one, yeah that boy was me.

Wait isn't she suppose to be Spanish?
Ever heard of interbreeding you Amish?
Well I hope you're prepared,
Or aren't you scared?
If the Taliban blows up your radish?

Well now I'm in university,
And then everything was history,
My mother was glad,
That she got back her bed,
That they took cause they were too lazy?

The worst shit that I've ever done,
Is write stuff like this and not even shun,
Well I'm bored as you see,
Of Vinci and mee,
Like the Russians who ended up as nuns.

-ZiM NOT J. Incinera

Of Layla And Majnoun

Faithful to the signs,
The sunset in my mind,
The barren is my romance,
This battle is my dance.

Oh don't you cross the sea,
As many would've drown,
You seem to be in me,
Yet not within this town.

Holding out my mist at hand,
Embracing scarves,
Embracing hands,
How many years has it been,
How many nights have I thinned,
To nothing.

I look for you in the many skies,
The red of the clouds, mahogany thighs,
You cross my mind.
Every single lonely time.

I pray to the Fair,
It's gotten in my hair,
As it's been decided,
That my fate is divided,
From you.

The war might have ended,
But the temporal world continues to hide it,
The shade in the park,
Or the thistle in stark brown sand.

I want you to hold me,
I want you told hold my wizened hand,
It gets kinda melancholic,
But whatever makes you understand,
That I'm through.

To tie the bactrian,
And leave it to see me through,
The sandstorm is nothing,
Compared the sound of your muse.

Cry will you not,
I'm buried waiting for you.

Try will you please,
In your arms I'd love to decease.

The wraith in the shrines,
The fall of the marble-made divine,
A warrior-poet,
Or a man out of line?

---

What do you do when you can't hold me,
And nobody's waiting by your side,
Leave your money,
You're hiding for much too long,
Living in your foolish pride.

I tried to give you consolation,
The only girl who's let you down,
Like a fool,
I fell in love with you,
You turn my whole world upside down.

Take this messed up situation,
Before I finally go insane,
Please don't say,
That I'll never find a way,
Or tell me all my love's in vain.

You got me on my knees,
Begging now and plead,
Lover, won't you ease my worried mine...

---
Don't take back the city for yourself tonight,
And I won't take the city for me,
Don't take the city for yourself tonight.

God knows you've put your life into a field of mines,
And all the cradles has been crushed,
It's time to stop being the mice.

Forty years later and it's killing me,
Your broken daggers and words,
Ten thousand bricks where a home should be.

No need to put you in a trial now,
Don't need convincing at all,
I love the race enough to have no doubt.

It's a mess,
It's a start,
It's a soul's work of art,
It's the city that falls,
Not your heart,
Just the walls,

It's a light,
That will fight,
All the white and their might,
You can dream,
All you want,
Coz the song's never done.

Let's take the city tonight,
And make a fool of their ways,
Although it's love it's not right,
We know the smog is too bright.

Don't tell me that you've had enough,
Coz I won't stop talking now,
One perfect guidance,
One eternal fist.

They're fading like the stars they wish to be.