BAD TASTE 'N MUSIC

Dr. Douche-bag created a criminal in his science lab.The world stood in terror as the generation before us lost their balance.Hundreds of happy meals stormed through the streets, singing their songs of hell.Ting-a-ling, Ting-a-ling.

 

Rallying along in leathers and fur coats, the raving herds rocked the town. While away went the children to hide in their television sets.The greater of the lords held his hand up high... and the hordes of the fallen came to a halt."Oh you Biebers and Bastards of this race! Behold the ultimate weapons of mass-consumptions! Our all-powerful synthesized fruit salads and processed frozen yogurts."He looked at the captain.He looked back at him and uttered painfully,"We shall bring unto this land an abomination unknown to vainkind."

"Hail!" said the crowd.

"Baby Please!" said Bieber.

"Damn!" said the monkey.

 

One little girl woke up to the sounds of madness.She rubbed her eyes and peered through the clouds.The doors were nailed, the windows were black.She made her way through the twists and turns till she found herself out on the streets, where the goodie-bags of the last century assembled their creed.She stopped at the thresholds and looked at the mighty morons mimicking their elders."Where are all my friends?" she asked.The greater of the lords hushed the crowd.He looked at the puny girl."We are your friends, little girl." He said with the voice of a thousand men.The girl looked at the greater lord and shook her head. She didn't know better."My friends are not so big." said the innocent little girl.

"For shizzle" said the captain.

"Hoorah!" said the monkey.

 

"But you see, the bigger they get… the better they sell." whispered the greater lord to the girl."What are you talking about, mister?" the girl blinked her eyes."We are talking about fresh meat! Bacon and Broccoli! Fries and Fingerfish!" the captain tried to speak sense. 

The monkey was crying.

The girl was confused.

The crowd was lost.

The captain had some juice. 

 

"Come join us you futile female. Become our special menu! Let us serve you to the world!" greater lord said."We are the future, we are the taste! We are music to your ears! We are your demons of your mind! We believe in you…in credit and mushroom salads!" said the captain with eyes full of ketchup and curly fries.The monkey peed his pants.The crowd waved and rattled.

"Bitch please!" said the Doctor.

"Help!" said Beiber.

"Yuck!" said the captain.

"Fuck!" said the little girl.

Deceiver

"Child!"
Dani seized the running Goby. "What's wrong with you?"
Goby wasn't a very playful cat, but was surely a menace.
It had peed all over Dani's living room. Her apartment smelt like cat piss.
"How could you do this to me? Psycho child!"
Dani was mad. No, she was furious. Shaking with anger, as she almost waited for Goby to reply.
Of course it didn't.
Snapping back to reality, she put Goby down.
"I'm sorry child. You're all that I have."
She reached out for the half empty pack of 'Mee-Ow' lying on the coffee table and shook it like a rattle.
"Here, Goby."
Goby knew that sound. It rushed towards Dani.
She reached down and played with Goby's head.
"Nice Goby, Mommy is sorry."
Goby didn't care what she said. It was more interested in the rattle from the cat food. Anxiously waving its paw.
Dani took out a biscuit and threw it across the room.
Goby ran for it and was back in a flash, munching on the biscuit.
"You want more, child?" Dani smiled and swept it from the floor into her arms.
"Goby." As she hugged the cat.
"Mommy is sorry child. Please don't be mad at mommy." Tears ran down her cheeks.
"You're all I got Goby. You're all I got." Squeezing the cat in her arms.
Goby couldn't take it anymore and tried to get out of her grasp.
"Don't leave mommy, Goby. Don't ever do that." Dani was hysterical.
As the cat scratched Dani's shoulder.
"Ow!" Dani let out a painful scream as the cat jumped out of her arms and landed on the coffee table.
"Deceiver! You're all the same! All the same you hear me?" Dani screamed.
The cat licked its paws.
Dani held her shoulder. Just a scratch.
Not all scratches are deep, yet they hurt so bad.
She crashed into the chair. Her favorite chair, soaked with Goby's piss.

Soaked

Come to me through the distance

I know that you smell nice

Trash your wisdom, kill the patience

And drown in your despise

Far away the bush is burning

Your dreams are catching fire

As you climb the mountain, scorch your hands

A miracle’s inspired

Don’t know, where to go

Blinded by, your eyes… and your pride

We soaked our heads tonight

I think its time we dry

You’re high on energy

The power of your lies

Hear the voices calling you

And read what’s on my mind

Tie your thoughts, ground your fears

And see beyond the lines

Slay your hopes, slay your reasons

Slay all in name of love

And when you’re done you can save the guilt

For the years to come

You know, it’s too low

Hollow from inside… in sight

We smoked ourselves away

I think its time we fly

You’re high on blaming me

The hungers’ in your eyes

I made an enemy…

There’s nothing more to see

We drowned in yesterday

I think its time we die…

Be and Become

Madness across the desert…
Muddled faces bathed in warm light
The songs we sang… are sprinkled in the air
Like the black holes of reasons we believed in
Flames of thought rise and fall…
Vicious, distant voices call out your name
This is where we deceived time
Where we once outshined desire…
And rose!
This is where we became…
Parasites

There's madness across the desert…
Night spawned a million dreams
Shadows of the days gone by…
Of lies we chased and cherished
Laughter… sweet, innocent and serene
Blind, in vain and torturous
We laughed… we bled… we became…
Demons

Go…
Why should you stay?
Go now…
For the eyes have a new tale to tell
Its time to believe
Its time to release
Its time to defy…
And time… is fiction

Muddled faces bathed in warm light
The songs we sang… reek all around us…
And so the shadows dance
Their dance of devotion…
We sink into the flames and so we become…
Whirlwinds

The shifting sands deceive reality
Blowing dunes of sanity
Vile winds sweep life away
There's madness across the desert…

Hypnogogic Actualizations

The power of choice is impeccable when you put a cork on your thoughts. And in that decisive flicker, justice is served, visions are defaced… you are born. Born again to revisit what you had left unchanged… undisturbed. To be loathed by lovers and greeted with plastic smiles. Hideous is the word and ignorance is the cure. Here is where you had begun; here is when you had made all those sweet promises to your being. This is what altered your course. Welcome, to the first lie ever told. Welcome to reality.

But oh me, I am yet to fulfill my bit. Excuse my prejudice. This is not the time for implementation; it’s the era of admonition…and we, the keepers of light are the propellers of the universal message of change. It is the time to appreciate the beauty of a thought, to overcome the ambiguities of our fears. To abolish all contempt and defy the physical existence of this reality we imply onto ourselves. Let there be a fall! Let us be the fallen! Let us… forgive my enthusiasm.

Our individuality is the irony of our existence. All that we know and all that we hold dear overrides our true potential. We succumb to our needs – never allowing a collective thought to prevail. Prisoners we are; pathetic, weak and egotistical. Seeking means to stabilize the chemical imbalance in our heads. Perfectly unaware! Blindly giving in to this fiction we forge… and are proud of it! What an amusing species we are!

The say, it takes someone with a prophet-like stature to break away from reality. Funny thing about ‘them’ is that ‘they’ are what they are. They are us and we are them – different pronouns for one entity. With different selfish ambitions and with countless means of accomplishing them. Lo and behold! You born of an act of satisfaction. Behold what you have implied upon yourself… and take pride in what you have manipulated. Let us celebrate our preposterous glory! Let us honor what we have forsaken… and forgive ourselves for reinventing the given ethics of our humanity. For mixing pain with pleasure, for blending trust with greed, for breeding lust in the name of love, for restricting our freedom of choice… for depriving us of the greatest power given to man.

It’s a tear-jerking experience, woven into this fabric of reality that we fabricated ourselves – a mental illusion that limits our true potential. It is better to break away from an illusion than to fall from grace.

A Rotten Song

Charming lies from a diamond mouth
About where and what to be
A preposterous insanity
A Caligula fantasy

Sorry tales of a fallen man
And a wounded god of hope
Bitter sweet mother of it all
A golden calf I knelt before

I was dripping, singing, running blind
Screaming out her name
Lovers, suckers, hitters, fuckers,
Came around to play

You know she smelled like lilies
Like lilies in bloom
And I was just another fool
But then she fixed me supper
And swallowed me whole
A sin was claimed, a lie was born…

Oh you, you've gone too far
You're trying to be an illusion
But that's just what you are…

Chasing shadows with an iron will
It's an abomination of determination
Socially incestuous,
The madness never dies
Being plagued with a smile
Being cursed all this while

Pour me another cup of chorus
And come up with an alibi
It's a never ending race
Keep making a face

And yes she smelled like nothing
Like nothing I knew
And I was a scentless fool
So she cooked me dinner
And swallowed me whole
The sons of man are a hungry lot…

Oh you, you've come too far
You're trying to be a character
But that's just what you are…

Feeler

Eyes wide open.
My gaze was fixed upon the bane of my existence.
I stared and stared, not blinking for even a millisecond.
The clock struck an hour.
I felt my face with my hands; Everything was where it should’ve been - the eyes, the nose, the gaping wound of a mouth.
It was still.
I could feel the sweat oozing out of my pores. Fear had taken over… worthless, uncertain and silent.
Overwhelmed, I tried closing my eyes, and… I couldn’t.
“Obey me!” I shouted in my head. Oh how I wanted to close my eyes, to give in to that blissful darkness. Feel that unimaginable comfort. For once and for all.
The stillness was lifeless, as the silence screamed a million lies.
Piercing, penetrating screams that shivered my soul.
“Shut up!” I said, covering my ears with my hands, hoping to shut them out.
I could still hear the unthinkable.
What misery! Couldn’t close my eyes, couldn’t stop hearing everything that I shouldn’t be hearing. I was spellbound. This cannot be… No, this SHOULD NOT be!
“Shut up! Fuckin’ shut up!”
And it moved.
Everything stopped. The spell was broken.

“What time is it?” It asked. And I felt my tongue wiggle inside my mouth as my lips moved. I must’ve uttered something that it understood.
“There are things you fail to understand, my love” words echoed in my head in a voice I knew for so long. It was speaking to me. “Not everything is spoken in a language and not everything is heard through the ear. Sometimes, there are other mediums.”
There was light, there were flames as the voice faded into the emptiness of my mind.
It stood up and swirled out of my sight and into my chest.

A lot can be heard when you open your heart. I was never going to.