Ryde The Mynx Tyger

Poem One: Scenario Twins

I was waiting oh so patiently for the new sumbit
I could of anticapated the whole damn thing
if i didn't give my mind to the scenerio twins
naturally i did what i thought but like always when you
hold on to the metal near a lighting storm, your going to get hurt

running away for what scares me, but its no use
theres no good hidding spots, the once fallen has token
all the good spots so im stuck inside this near empty theatre

So move on over, pass the butter, do it exactly like i say
If i don't get my IQ by sunrise, they're going to eat me alive
Hey busker did you hear me, stop making noise use your ears
and get the entrance way clear of life, el pronto dipshit

now the scenerio twins arent what you call willing to cave in
they'res no exceptions, you got do what they say
and if you dont they're going cut and fry you alive

scenerio twins one by one eating you alive, glad it aint me
but if you did what i told to do, your mind would be as one
and to late to run, you got nowhere to ride, beside all is fair
positions please


Poem Two: Idiot Frank

He was a stupid lad, at least thats what they say
but he was no such thing, while those kids played
he read his book on chemical structures of invertbrates
and while they  throw those tomatos at him, he just takes em
and studys the atomical mass of the fruit

and all the memories that were in his mind are all running down
to his hips, and he keeps running, running to justice
oh he can one be so blind, oh he was blind, his mistake
he relieze that you dont like him, its colobine again

Idiot frank
he's no fool at all, make no mistake
idiot frank
gonna make a hat out of you hide
idiot frank
is in fact a polymath

say you gotta bad case of rhinorhea
say your gonna die horrible
only the franks oh so amazing drug can cure that
it can even cure aids
but hes not sleeping with his foes
he destroyes them with gunshot wounds
and atomical dissemblations
and pyroetics
and  and and

and all the memories that were in his mind are all running down
to his hips, and he keeps running, running to justice
oh he can one be so blind, oh he was blind, his mistake
he relieze that you dont like him, its colobine again

I I I I I Have Sin
I I I I Have falled
Oh Im sorry littte Frank

he may look at you
but he knows what you think
his case may be a small one
but his doctors still there
and he may seem more normal than rest
buts he's still labeled
what a shame, he's idiot frank

why must we laugh at him
isnt he suffering enough
he has it in his mind
he's just sent to entertain
he wants us all dead

he who memorize the whole college dictonary
and the koran, though he cant grasp the conscept
he's another rainman, dustin look out
a young polymath he can find the cure to cancer
and patch the whole ozone back together
while writting a best selling novel in the spare times he has

and all the memories that were in his mind are all running down
to his hips, and he keeps running, running to justice
oh he can one be so blind, oh he was blind, his mistake
he relieze that you dont like him, its colobine again


Poem Three: Begger-Fighers

I was sittng, sitting in the street
when, when i saw them
it made me sick

beggerfighters, one by one
they all going to go to hell
and i aint even into that theology babble
beggerfighters, they're ruining my land

the name beggerfighters kinf of rhetorical
cause it reads like its put, they first start a fight
and then they begger for mercy

here they come again beggerfighters
kill me kill me now i cant stand they smell or there
choice

beggerfighters, one by one
they all going to go to hell
and i aint even into that theology babble
beggerfighters, they're ruining my land

Poem Four: Occupational Hazzard

I was lost inside a cobra last night
i was trapped inside the vendom
i hold my hand up high, high enough
high so the people of the clouds can see I
if this song makes any sence what so ever raised your hand
 
Im lost ( x20 or so)

I was trapped inside a grizzly the other night
i drank blueberry puree from within
the hostess inside was nice, her nickname was panther
 looking at the blood on the wall, here it comes 123 splat
i hold my breath only to pass out, space monkey

Im out ( x20 or so)

wonders dream
warriors cry
lick her clean
make her sparkle
tadpole heaven
wishbone tossup
if it makes sence raise your tongs

im a nutter
a real real nutter
(x 10 or so)
( reapeat occupational hazzard as you say this)

Poem Five: Monday ( Love You on Tuesday )

Everyday i look at you
in lust i have no regrets
your so hot, it blows me how
sometimes you play hard to get
like a dream, you think hard enuff
but I know I'll never get you

Why can't you see what your doing
oh monday, sometimes you play to tuff
now its hard to have any passion
you tore me up and fed me to the dogs
for you broke my bubble and now you dare
tell me its ok, now bitch cant you see what you do
But no matter what you
ill still love you on tuesday

Poem Six: Lucas

lucas was friend of mine
he said he could fly all around the globe
but he didnt specify where or when
so we lost contact over the years
given the fact that he he owes me money on a bet

now lucas where did ya leave your money
bunch of people doing my dirty work
you dont want catch me on a bad day
Im Not a Cute and Cuddly but Vicious lion
Now i Give you this chance, Too Do Whats right  
so answer the phone, I wonder if it all exist
maybe i was Stupid You Reaked Of A stench
I relieze it was your Evilness Seeping Thru


Lucas do you got your piliot licence? Can ya see me?
Giving the big F.U. Wheres my money? Oh Dont Mess Around
I know Where You live


Poem Seven: Citzen Arrest

My area on this sleeve was a star
I spent a week on the Road
in the Back of  that Truck
Doing my civil duity

I would find Culprits in action
And Then After A struggle
It was a Citizen Arrest
Otain The Assailant in this crime

now my name is roy
which is kind of dumb
Anyway after my ma said i could
and my friends i went for my Pi
Finding unsubs In the Crime

it was a task alright
but when you find the crook
and then Give it a struggle
finnaly you'll see citizen arrest

Get The vulture
Catch The crook  
find the Guilty and then After A Battle
Otain The Harrier in this crime

Poem Eight: Dumbo

down under the manhattan bridge
you and me playing hard to get
we're so happy, on top of a building
watching the sun set at 70 degrees

the clock tower makes a sound
the ferry comes thru
all the people playing jumprope
near a fire hydrant

Poem Nine: Larceny, Lustre Adamantine

Diamonds are nice
but they cost alot
but i had to get her off my back
so when i was half way there
a guard said boy get back

You Been Caught thieving,
We gonna kick your sorry ass out of town
the audacity is noble, but give it back
you ass been caught Stealing from the higher
adamantine lustre
return it back

Diamonds are your friend
diamonds are a chick thang
diamonds are shiny as hell
diamonds twinkle bright
but if you aint careful
you gonna hear a growl

You Been Caught thieving,
We gonna beat yo down to the ground
the audacity is noble, but give it back
you ass been caught Stealing from the higher
adamantine lustre
no auction for it

 Poem Ten: Thought For All
circular animated creatures of the senna
wishing in the intersteller pool of dreams
a transparant rose, Held among others
No time time for Foolish asinine thoughts
cause once you start the ball , theres no stoping it

Mother goose, aint got pie on me, she can keep her thoughts
im in a trance, all i need is powdered wig and a couple of weeks
then ill be back to may train of thought

rosmary had a couple of eggs but she lost the bet
now she has none, Gambling can be sickning, but you can get help
once you let the chips fall where they must

Hedgehog Evolution, we're part of the chain
you, me and are ape-like friends
we are starfish in the ocean
that became covered in spikes
now after that time we become shrews
that mold them selfs into the missing link

i read a book, it said I can be free, They dont know my deamons
they cant control what they cant see
so i write a letter and it reads
" piss of you theoritcals, you know I enjoy a conspiricy and a odd bit
but your information has wires cross all over the place.
you cant make a random accusation and stick to it
it just wont do. so i tell you again piss off and throw this lie in the gutter ''

I got a couple of friends their alright for monday
but when it comes to friday only two surpass
ones in love with mona lisa
the other is from out of space

Poem Eleven: Cassanova Ant's on Ice

it was no more than yesterday
a decent helping of this
and a decent helping of that
theres a new piano player
it plays it like its all the past

I'm freezing in the cold
and i aint exacly home
cassanova , i was before
but now

the lights are out
the piano is broke
all of this is gone
I have no one i scap like an ant
for food
but once i was the king
had a red velvet suit
all seem fine
but trouble just happen to pay a vist and it
was the first seed for disaster
an im freezing cold
telll you why but its an aquired taste
its no tear jerker
but it had me frezzing out side

im an ant
tell you
once apon a time
radiation hit me and i just died of
grief and pain and disaster ....
 i just died of
grief and pain and disaster

Poem Twelve: Subsitute

late at night on your bed
you speak your will
to a cheap rate lawyer
who forget to take notes
so your fears of the family
fighting for possesions
are comming true.
and they're they fight
as you sit on your last breath
no one can change a thing
about the sitution that your in
they bring the god in
but you know thats a crock

ah picking pieces of lead from a pool of
mercury can have there consquences
your not saying not what you did wasn't stupid
but ya dont regret it

and the tom tom man you pissed off
how about how tom tom shot ya down
ya forget the reason cause you suffers from abneesia
the seroious form for forty-four years
and now its comming back

and theres no subsitute for dying
ya just have to let go
to a beach in malibu
you been you been talking about in your dreams

dead, the family is surprise
but they should of seen it happen
it happen the same time little b and big r
were fighting over a piece of your gum.
it seems like childs play now
but at the time blood was everywhere

and loretia with her sweet antena can pick
up signal from  any man with half a brain
adn she confesses about how she did it all
behind your back. if you were still here would you of saw that a comming

and franky he ripped you off on the set of cups
but he needed the penny
it seems like the family is all comming down with a flu
but their dying along with you
guilt can do alot but this i have never seen

when ya gone
physicly you'll be seen
and theres no subsitute for dying
ya just have to let go
to a beach in malibu
with some real friends

Poem Thirteen: Puppeteer

i am standing on the edge of you
and all your rules
you got be kidding me if you think i care
with all truth its a crock of shit
and yes im so fed up with it. im fucking tired
what gives you the right to pull my strings
what gives you the right to stand my ground
i dont need an piss worthy avocate
i dont need a godd damn sir
so buzz off, fall down and rot away
cause i hate you

i got my little problems its plain to see
and i got my so called life, leave me to it
i got no damn emotion for you
im dried up and a mess
but if you want this to go down
i'll kick you scroney ass like the pansy you are
cause you nothing more
than a shit on a maggot, ya a bitch
what gives you the right to pull my strings
what gives you the right to stand my ground
i dont need an piss worthy avocate
i dont need a godd damn sir
so buzz off, fall down and rot away
cause i hate you

what gives you the right to pull my strings
what gives you the right to stand my ground
i dont need an piss worthy avocate
i dont need a godd damn sir
so buzz off, fall down and rot away
cause i hate you


Poem Fourteen Mother of the Culties

she speaks the truth
knowing whats in front of her
she tells her gals to keep fighting
just hold on, hide with me

a lady messiah
but make no mistake
Mother of the culties
the gendercide of male population
watch out , its mother of the culties
with her vendetta of the kind
she's gonna kill us men

shes got no one and yets she's got a hold
of the ladys on the west side of town
and yet no one has never seen her
its seems she hides away
waiting for night
like a baby for a toy

she knocks on random doors
with some cockamanie excuse
about a car and how it stalls
so you let her inside
to use the phone
shes seems innocent
i mean, you know, Who would expect
and when you turn to check the casserole
she attacks you with a switchblade
with every once of hate
until you are there on the floor
dead like the rest

a lady messiah
but make no mistake
Mother of the culties
the gendercide of male population
watch out , its mother of the culties
with her vendetta of the kind
she's gonna kill us men

sexauly abused when she was a kid
she made a vow never to love
thy creature known as boys
but the boys, they grew up and
so did she, and her vendetta

and as it grew up
she turn her anger on the
only thing compatible for the rage
perfect canidates walk by
resembling daddy dearest
if they only knew they're already dead

stabbing like a sport
murder is the game
oh
a lady messiah
but make no mistake
Mother of the culties
the gendercide of male population
watch out , its mother of the culties
with her vendetta of the kind
she's gonna kill us men


Poem Fifteen: Octopus (Lids)

deep wide  in the dark sea
can you see the beast
eight legs and strange shape
there he is, With tenticles
an octopus , he was

some are like snails and crabs
they travel in shells
while others are slugish and just there in plain sight

if you see one with a melanin cloud
you'll be blink and it will be gone
but if your a shark, it can be your friend

some say you can teach a octopus
how to open a jar
but it will be aquired to be learned every day
so get ready for a tiredsome life

and octpus can be transparent
ergo the telescope
or it can be small like a football
ergoTuberculate

some basic facts
go tell you friends
all about the octopus
they'll give a medal to ya if you play it right

Poem Sixteen: Wake Up, Said Jimmy Comb

jimmy comb was a sad boy
never had a lot, boy
was always in the back, boy
crying his tears to the max, boy
hoping one day he will find the chance
to make a change
his only friend said it was foolish
but when jimmy came screaming with a marching band
he turn to an activist boy
he said

wake up dont you see doing me wrong
wake up your polluting my world
theres a hole in the sky
but you dont care, go ahead drive your car from pillar to post
your killing us all sooner than later
oh wont you please wake up
and do me right

jimmy comb is now a mad man
takes a stand for the right thing, man
always in the front with a new protest, man
crys cause he screams so much, man
hoping hes dedicating to ther right event
be what it what you want it about
he hopes you make a stand
and fight for the land
go head make them pay
go ahead scream out loud



wake up dont you see doing me wrong
wake up your polluting my world
theres a hole in the sky
but you dont care, go ahead drive your car from pillar to post
your killing us all sooner than later
oh wont you please wake up
and do me right

oh jimmy was doing a famous speech
then out came a man with a gun
oh he shot jimmy down
got a way with it cause he was mad
and crazy in the head
ended his life the same
the people of his crown cried a long period
but they know it was a gainst jimmys principle
so they got a new messiah
and march again
voicing jimmy's will
telling them to

wake up dont you see doing us wrong
wake up your polluting out world
theres a hole in the sky above
but you dont care, go ahead drive your car from pillar to post
your killing us all sooner than later
oh wont you please wake up
and do me right

Poem Seventeen: Electric Honey

in modern times
in the age of new species
it only took this certian speices to evolve
and to fit in to our  society
it ancesors are none other that the jellyfish

now thease new jellyfish are
nothing more than slime
so its not often we realiese
there amoung us until its too late
i do hear a screaming uttering

what do you do when the force is gone
what did you learn today johnny green
it ain't there in your mind
an electric monster
a silver see-thru goo
getting the best of you

I feel like there a bit of an disturbence
dont take fault
it aint your blame
but to take caution
the electric honey has to sniff you

the molucles in your mind
have a special glow
able to let the goo see you
if you get too close
and dont even know
its often you scream
in pain  and plessure

thease new jellyfish
are so dubbed electric honey
cause of ovious reasons
they are parasites
worst than worms
not only do they zap
they have an almost human memory
so they can take one of ours
and then we are nothing more than its host

but do take warning thease creatures are evil
as you can probley already tell
they often go to graveyards
to take form of a former love one
they then slit in two, maybe four
depening on the family
so like a hydra

and once split
they transfer to another host
they take control
its all like cloakwork
i do hear a screaming



Poem Eightteen: Poker

humpty dumpty sitting on a wall
playing poker with jack
his smile shoed a cynical act was at play
but jack he did ingnored it, for he's a thimble

now humpty dumpty hes a winning
jack just declared hes broke
he does want no part of the game at all
anymore, so he hurried on the ladder
just then a man name iric saids i'll show
you hows its done

humpty laugh at this
and he starting laughing till it was out control
the towns people knew what was going down, they went and grabbed there
skillets and butchered the pig.  they prayed for it be soon
humpty saw no name thing
laughing and playing the game
he lost control when iric laid down a whole set of aces.

he was deeply upset by this
fact, so he tried another game
no such luck
and another and yet done
what happen to him
why was he loosing
all question
he drifted away
and loss his footing
fell of the wall

the town made scrambled eggs
jack got his money back
and iric, it was like he was never there


Poem Nineteen: Galaxy Wig

love is like a cheap machine
don't ask me why
it soon falls apart
all good love is a fraud
you got to understand
you don't have nothing till the end

do you wear the galaxy wig
do you hold the right
of that shinny symbol
have you been in that game
will you be around for the joy
have you been introduced yet
high expectations on the galaxy wig

make not what you have
but what you want
dream a silver platter
and inside is your dream
go on grab it
while its there for the taking


here on the mountain top
look down see the stars
do you wonder if they will speed up
and explode in your eyes
perhaps another time
all i know is that I see paradise
settle down it was false alarm
that was a mango, eat it and weep
cry to the maker

love it till it dies out
then repair it will a paintbrush
give it all the affection it needs
so it can grow out its roots
do you ever wonder why
perhaps another time
have you been in that game
will you be around for the joy
have you been introduced yet
high expectations on the galaxy wig

love it till it dies out
then repair it will a paintbrush
give it all the affection it needs
so it can grow out its roots

Poem Twenty: Rain

don't let it get you down if it looks like hail
just relax and let pass on thru
face all troubles and drain all sorrows
oh destiny awaits on the other side

cause my love is comming on strong
yes it is  so it looks like rain
hide in the sand  and let it pass away
don't let it get you down if it looks like hail
just relax and let pass on thru
oh destiny awaits on the other side

Poem Twenty One: Alloys

my love it waited for you
now that you are here, i will let go of my problems
all my life i been waiting
waiting for your sweet love

my affection it combines with yours
if  we were something else  we would be alloys
alloys holding each other tight
i will want to sing sometimes
oh hold me tight

sitting by the town garden
people are passing us by
as we make our vows
people are just grand
we shold not elop
make it a public display

our hearts our real
we show devotion
we know all the right moves
to win each others attention
we hold to grudge
we make snowflakes melt
we are alloys


Poem Twenty Two: Never Too Careful ( Thought I was Gonna Die )
a black cat cross my path
bad luck you know
and i threw salt over my shoulder
for some good luck
its not that im superstitious
but you never can be too careful

and when the calander hits friday the 13th
i avoid all contact with the rest of the human race
never walk under a  ladder
or open an umbrella inside
if you want to enjoy your life
its not that im superstitious
but you never can be too careful

no you  never can tell
so i hide away from the world
and i cast my might inside my dreams
cause im worry that  the world
outside is dangerous and vile
i aint afraid and yet i am
and im not paranoid yet
im just a little freeked out in the head
so i hide away from you and your kind
you curse us all with your omens

i avoid every crack in the street so i never can hurt anyones back
and i got an itch inside my nose, that aint good
its not that im superstitious
but you never can be too careful
and when the mirror broke, the dove flew inside
and the curtains catch on fire  
thought i was gonna die

Poem Twenty Three: Black Coat

then a  man in a black coat says he can make it right
that hes been watching me in his mind
then he tell tells me thats all right
and pours himself a drink

then he talks about all my situations
he says that i got to open up and get a life
then he pushes me off a ledge
says theres happiness down there
and its not hard to find
before you draw down the curtains
 and end your show
you just might as well

 all your problems
let them flow away
it's a petie situation
compare to the rest
you got all your life
who cares if you spilled the milk
aint no use crying
Let them out

Poem Twenty Four: Masquarade

you wear the silly things  cause
you dont want to stray to far away from home
dont pretend your alone
but maybe one day you will see the light
 so stop the dance
a million steps before i get to the
top of this situation at all
baby masquerade

you wear the mask titled #23
so people wont sneak a peak
your in denial
let your self free
set the problems aside
let it go , aint worth keeping
it takes two to do the waltz
and it worth it without a partner
a compainion, a female spice
a lover so stop masquerade

Poem Twenty Five: Essai

Ce'st la vie
hakuna matada
No Use crying over and over and over  
it cant get any worser now, no no no
cause we seen it already, yes you have  
hold hands and lets joins , join together all
metephoricly speaking, of cause, rock on
come along now let the good times roll

may the force be with you
 you can get if you want
just a little luck and it might work out
and take you back to better time
a better time for all

At the end of the night we are all the same
a thousand lost souls looking for the light
and at the end we all are the same cause we try try try
and we try try try yes we try no doubt aobut that we try try try
trying so hard we do try try

Even the smartest and toughest have tuff times
they have seen the darker melencholy side
but they push through thru those sad bad times
cause we are the same, Creatures of the fetus
come join us on our Army of hope, a Party of truth


hopes garden it waits for all, its at the end of a rainbow
a silver stream. I hope sometimes i make thru the next day, we all do
but we will, yes as long as we try try try and we try try try
we will see the truth in ourselves
for better or worse we are the same
animals arise from an evolution
we walk at night like a deppress soul but day-o
daylight is our friend it gives hope

Poem Twenty Six: Our  Bii-Bye

sweet little lady high riding on angel
never unstood why I-I said goodbye
but
I-I was Hi-High in Mii-MY Bii-Bye
wonder why
Hi-High in Mii-MY Bii-Bye
but I-I still la lovah lovah love ya
after all you are the one
so la la la la lets forget the past
and welcome our future
now that we are together once again

see there thats an apple tree, with a couple of ...
we can live off it and the honey the bees make
so bring me down
down to a fimmiliar place
the one i call the sweeteset little place I've been
lets forget all the things said in the before
and worry about our night of engagment
there be plenty of cake
we got to go plan it
say goodbye uncle samson
he will understand why we are

 Hi-High in Ah-Our Bii-Bye
it will be of passion and true romance
never let you go astray again
even after the night turns to day
i will still be holding you you tight
now that we  Hi-High in Ah-Our  Bii-Bye

 Hi-High in Ah-Our  Bii-Bye
i love you so much
I can't seem to get you of my mind
but its not a burden at all its a plessure
and its all mine
you sweet thing
lets elop to a new fimilliar place
one that can easly be spotted as home
one that suits our needs
say good bye to uncle samson he understands
that we are  Hi-High in Ah-Our  Bii-Bye
so we swing off your swinging vine
a teacup for two
plessure is the game we play
singing la la la la la ....

Poem Twenty Seven: Perfect Seed

you always seem to have one of those days
where you can't understand why
but you call out for some more
your locked in a cage in zoo
people looking at you
but you dont care
your on top of the headlines
as crazy as its seems
your like a perfect seed
your craziness spread so far and wide
spread so far and wide

Poem Twenty Eight: So Long Superdiva
The time time has come
people spread out
by the pool, here she come
get out out you kleenex
cause shes leaving the stage

she has but her voice and dancing skils
now she wants to be the first dancer on the moon
oh she wont settle for less
if you see her out on a street
dont forget to applaud

so long diva
so long superstar
dancing your way to the end
you sang of love and of peace
I hope one day you'll come back

superdiva dancing on the moon
look at her go shaking her lovley body up and down
to the hip motion to the body thrust she's done it all
stomping and waltzing and anything between
she dance so much she lost track of time
before you know it she had vanish somewhere else

she was never found in time
people had lost there mind over a new sexy icon
so she did pornography for the alien race
had a million kids
got arrested
and beam back to earth
where she became a agent in the cia
and lost her identiy

Poem Twenty Nine: Reincartnation

hundreds of people die each day
they leave this world and enter the bar
were they wait a couple days drink the finest wine
and if they get accepted they go inside the desinated room
to there fancy ,  four people are selected to enter tis room

so the first one goes in the bartender turns out to be
god he says  you lived your life a good one
but i got a job for you to do for me, wont you you help
if you can be the soul of the new machine babylon X
i'll give you half my land and the best food you'll ever taste
just be the eyes and soul
control the body movment
make every damn decision
and this is your

now second one goes in and the bartender
turns out to be an agent for the system
the second man told him he liked to be a giraffe
the bartendeder ask why is that
he  said he's a midget cant you fucking see
he's only 3 ft tall nice to be a tall boy
bartender then says your wish is granted
now he wish he was a kangaroo
 
the third one try his luck and enters
and the bartender turns out to be
the boss of the situation
he says i can read your mind
you want to be 3 Sq. acres of the green
im talking about asperagus, its all you wanted to be
so enter thru the door, and you'll be the next thing they love on there
plate, waiting for more  your kind

the last one enters the room, the bartender turns out to be
An agent for the Afterllife Fbi
he says your hired and gives him a job
he's now hunting ghost and spooks
he can virtully change apperence
and can see thru the wall
its so fun living this life
wont you come tag along
and we can play all night long

Poem Thirty: Be what it is (Self Pity)

be what it is now
there is no turining point
what I did, there is no ammends
somethings are just to deep
the wound will never heal
and the sand is scarce
so you cant bury the hatchet

I've got to live with my deamons
let them me the instant reminder
on just how much I'd fucked up
and i realy did screw it up
 

the world was counting on me
thought they were playing the right hand
but i chickened out like a sally
and ran out the door and didnt look back
and when i look back at it now
there was no need to run
cause I had the skill
be what it is
 now the people are in finacial debt
and its tearing them apart
some even committing suicide
how can i live with myself
Im a foolish snob
Im just aint that good
what I did, there is no ammends
somethings are just to deep
the wound will never heal
and the sand is scarce
so you cant bury the hatchet

I've got to live with my deamons
let them me the instant reminder
on just how much I'd fucked up
and i realy did screw it up
 

the world was counting on me
thought they were playing the right hand
but i chickened out like a asshole
and ran out the door and didnt look back
and let the people close to me drown in there misery
cause I dont know how to deal with the pain
all I know is that what I did was snobish way out
and if I die tommorow , I know some of you wont care
be what it is now, I don't mind  if you pissed on my grave.
or just totally let me rot away  and be forgotten

I've got to live with my deamons
let them me the instant reminder
on just how much I'd fucked up
and i realy did screw it up

 Poem Thirty One: Ferstain

yeah, so it begins this vicious game
we're kiling each other off
dropping dead like rain from the sky
you can imagne the game
wasn't eazy to conquer

but the rebels had there sly additude
and theres no telling what they might think of
next, oh the torure of the human race
and its was all for the right for the Fernstain Barn
Fersatin barn

but the rebels had there sly additude
and theres no telling what they might think of
next, oh the torure of the human race
and its was all for the right for the Fernstain Barn
Fersatin barn , Which is no more, was it arson
theres no telling what we might do

 Poem Thirty Two: Dear Swayeph

dear swayeph
I loked thru the glass ball like you ask me to
two drops of water inside evaporite on the spot
and there was a waterfall like decoy in the back
of ball, but you knew that all along
and knew i would be amazed

Dear Sayeph
Yes its me again
so i wend inside your room
and thought i stepped into paradise
thru was flowers everwhere
and women took me by the hand
and said this could be your
come join me inside this
unknown love
but you knew she would
it was all a plan

Poem Thirty Three: The MortinStang Hunter


there use to be so much discussion
as we went upon our journeys
instant duration grips a future for us
we aren't not at all who we envision
or what we crave ourselves to be
only to await a beneficial post
were we can be

dear can't you observe
I'm thrilled by you glance of admiration
its got me stucked by lust
the Way it tangles in
like a tenticle I'm in love with you
its all i know  its not a game

then I wake up
and its in my cranium
I got to hunt the mortinstang
this don't make sense
get me the heck away

for morinstang is a creature I ain't even customary with
nor will ever be acquainted with
if I don't get out I will undertake suicide
so then who will be claim the control of Frenzy GreatBang The MortinStang Hunter

 Poem Thirty Four: Duration of the Center Man

i'm not an every day joke
i got my teeth in the right place
oh my hat is in the wrong format
but when luxary eats you out
you tend to loose sight of the problem
so i am  just a riddle as you can see

the moments are like kodaks
but relax take a deep breath
its my life i got to tend about
so goodbye candy apples and gorrillas
as long as i got a match i'll be set


the news people say im a fraud
though i dont see anything to con or scam about
you never can tell with the narrowminded fools  
so they burnt my favorite apple tree
and pissed in my tea

just one second i could of been
but the years fade away like the modern dye
it never seems to last that long
and what about the time
the tangent facts are useless
but enjoyable

 Poem Thirty Five: Deals on Spades


Hell's a pretty name for a flower, but an awful place to raise your child
My Friend would agree, he's been there, so haven't we all
its like home---home sweet home

hells a pretty name for a veasel, but a terrible place for china plates
never seem to fit on the right glove
the people say it was the deals on spades that made it so

but if your looking for a faster way to dry your hair
hells the right place but caution, don't stick your finger in the rock
 your going to singe your pointer and  what a bitch pyroerotics is

 
Poem Thirty Six: Vermillion

there was a man he had a feather
he got his gin from a slaves boot and shot him
keeping the boot and filled it with rainwater
and then it permited like wine
and he got his drunk and i happen to be reading the tabloids by
a trre stump where the body lied
i was cuffed, balls and chains, shower in the pit

oh i was accused in the first degree
vermillion save my hide and hynie
your satin eyes can justify
them to let me free
smell the tree
feel the breeze
ah feel the sunshine


 Poem Thirty Seven: Talking Witch Song

your are mean
like the elephant who ate the cheese
and left none for the bee's
and they had to go to france
and by the coast they had the pee in the mouth of a maid
so they ended up in jail
with a ache in there back
so they had to cancel the dinner
and the monkey went home hungry
 
you are cruel
like the man who shot the fence
and people from each parts of town
had to lend mrs free money to replace it
before she blows and causes a scene
or maybe have a heart attack
then mr vrek at the morge can't go to hawaii
where his kids are
and if he dont go
he will lose cusody
and will have to sign the paper
but we love you

Poem Thirty Eight: The Greatest Symphony
maybe i could of tried harder
but i was unaware that you were gone
i try to fool myself for too long
but now it seems your really not there
when i call out

but what the fuck are we living for
just to see you go away
it aint fair i cant live this way
its a nightmare please come back to me

I should of cared but i took the time
we had for avantage played it like a drum
when all truth it was a symphony
the greatest symphony
played by the orchestra
that control my emotions

Poem Thirty Nine: Butterfly

hi buttertfly
high up in the the sky
once a catterpiller
spent some time in isolation
 now your wings spread with pride

butterfly i admire you
flying passionly across the sky
you don't have a care
you just want to have some fun
before you die

oh butterfly
monarch, common tiger, barons, mourning cloak,
question mark,red admiral, buckeye, dogface,
orange sulfur, cabbage white, gray hairstreak
does it matter if your one or the other
fly with grace, thats all you got to do
compare to the moth
your hygenic
your pretty

ah once a beutiful maggot
eating trees leaves
you shed your skin
look like a rock
come out a rewarded avitar

Poem Forty: I Want a Silk Kite

leather  kites
dad said no to any of those
plastic or silk orignals
we have a reputation to carry

it would never go up
the kids laugh at me
so i punched them out
relized the problem
so i tore it to peaces
and made a tie


 Poem Forty One: So said the Blind Mouse!

They debate if  we hold a democracy
although entire perhaps it's all but flowers
along with where the roots once located
and in its station abides furthermore shattered leads

How can we undergo like this
government in our life, like big brother
this condition adjunctly to agony, it's eternally politics that
blister our appraised chickens. ascribe me liberation and allow me hunger
Even luckily a circumstance of candor
Something to give me a sensation of purpose
something that will wake us up from our bombastic
subside

I accept what is going on
and there you behold endures the ordeal
I can symphonize, I do not want my kingdom to descend
I just take a efficient procedure without the governments
binary colossal agents, a minimal privacy for myself, I existed not your chap
I did not shoot Kennedy, it had been that culprit on the grassy...

Democracy fading, Reality reappearing
we're going back to our roots, An old english town
where you had to pray to the god but we have political parties instead
and I'm tired, I'm 17, I'm still learning, and theres people about they that know more than I am ever
I pity, that fool

when he went to vote
did he fill those boxes out
was he drunk, was he tired
did he do it in jest or was an accident
did he know he did not vote for the right fellow
and even worse maybe he actually thought he was the guy

his wife screwed education
he cannot talk right , he looks like a monkey
his right hand man shoots you if you know him to well

and now we have Obama, he seems rational
but it Biden I'm not getting passed, he cannot even write his own speech what makes you
think he can help run us?  and after all you still believe in the law
it screws you over, It killed Fred
and yet you don't mind
maybe you don't realize the money is going and we're still here
can they save us before its to late?

They debate if  we hold a democracy
although entire perhaps it's all but flowers
and I'm tired, I'm 17, I'm still learning
will it ever end no no no

Poem Forty Two: Down To the Wire

I know this love is based on fairy tales
reality is a bitch, Because when you really  think of it
you'd cheating on me over again
we have had enough of one another
our sad song aint no piece that fits in
And i'll try to forgive but it wont ever be accomplished
its seems every day its gone down to the wire

we say we love one another
but what  we really mean is something else,
 perhaps tolerate would be appropiate
cause every night you smell of someone else
and i can't go over the fact
why you do this when it had been true
and better yet why do i find forgivness in my heart
you aint that grand, theres more love out there waiting
but i decline, cause our love its gone to the wire
then it sticks its head back out
while we hold one anothers pain
 as the other rattles the chain  
but i decline, cause our love its gone to the wire

Poem Forty Three: Frozen Dessert

I have seen the end of world
I am a self-made prophet
i heard the voices stronger
I aint dreaming this is fact
we are in for a surprise

so hold your breath and breathe in the fresh
Get away from the water and take a swim
go inside your house and skydive
get away from that building you must get inside

yes I ate my frozen dessert
I wanted to be able to enjoy my last days
As you know i have seen the end
I built the chinese wall with the legos my friend gave
i have my oceans of tears that which human shed
I have sky out of pastel and cotton swabs
And the ground its been here all along
I am the God of this reality and it only took me four days
let human kind be transported into this relm

I am old enough to realize that the world aint like that
we have breathed in more than we expected and theres is nothing
i can do to prevent it, Why the was i chosen? what will come of us
Give us our frozen dessert and let us be free

I have seen the ocean and the canonball which has open
the blind mouses eyes, He sees the world once again
and mumbles nothing has change
I am for him as he is beuatiful thought, he warns us of our suffering
we heed no warning, we are ignorint and we are just as blind as he once ever was
We cannot see the truth or we try to sugarcoat it
the mouse, my rodent comrade he had only one wish on his mind
a nice hot meal with glass of tea
 as we eat our frozen dessert

 Poem Forty Four: Vacation

I Left my conscience the other day for the first time in seventy months
you know im a daring sole, Oh Chinese cooking on the back grill
your know of all the place i want to see , its in the arenas of bangkok
oh tai food heaven wait for your chance

I had my mind examind by my doctor of choice
he says he can understand why i feel, he aint even a phycirist
he's a vetanarian, working on my cat
I turn the right thousands times before
its does not phase me when you cry cry cry
it only get me when your oh so kind kind kind
now join in this paradox
cause this is answer to the question with none

oh lubercation would help
were you mediatate
to perculate all loves tusk
you got to maginfy your're satisfied
love has open all stations
where the sign says masterbation
sensation temptation relization
oh as real as a yellow tooth in bum
or as real as the ink flowing thru my pen


Poem Forty Five: Moon

It is like a dream cover in a nightmare.
 Like a truth into an accusation. It can blow your conscience
if you don’t use propley.  It can bring you up to the depths of the moon
 if you cant read the label….
Love isn’t truth; it’s a warped signal of trust.
 The weirdest of weirdest of solutions to be solve.
 It’s a tyke sucking on his cherry tree waiting for the sun to come.
To you it could be a milestone waiting for hope,
Waiting for the parliament to overcome,
What pathetic reasons.
 I could be a tree to the wind
With my brush in hand its like,
 The dream of sanitary washcloths or the pie of the road crew.
But any who like I was saying
 I could be an elephunk beetle with sunglasses
Foster the cartwheel apple liker with the sickness
. A cold of progression and the air of the beast,
which it will slowly walks upon a carpet. It will make a puddle appear
. In which the fisheys get their fix and the dolphins admit to their crime  
He tries to find a basic article, something he can call his own,
 anything from a bottle cap to a rag would do,  nothing he found


Poem Forty Six: Turks and Lurks Section 2 Pt B

For turks and lurks i have traveled the ocean blue for my sinical hat,but life is one ride, so ride on

now i may be insane, and i may be nervous but you would too
a banquet of me and the monsters,
monkey chowder at ya feet, tell me if im going to far,
 or is it good , and can i get you in the mood
cause for turks and lurks im crazy
im medevil magic and im gunhow about anger
but its a mask for my melencholy notes,
ah for turks and lurks just a a perk for my summer prick
 im alone without shelter, and i know its crazy ,
 but im parianoid

Poem Forty Seven: A Release
lost in the confines of my mind
i drink from the water thats clean
i can play the chords that i want to hear
with the right formula for my enjoyment
it's everything i've ever wanted and more
im in solitude, but its a kind thought
knowing i have no friends
so i wont be stabed countless times , its a
a release. a release
to know im safe in my own mind
in the confines of my mind
i have seen it , now its time for a
a release

 Poem Forty Eight: He Without (Had a)
if i was with your band you would jump and shout
you would strum that guitar like no tomorrow
and when i say funk you would say lets get ready to roll
then you would bang the drumsticks and yell im ready to rock
 but the tide turn , and i am he without

if i was the stores manerger , the food qualtity will be sky high  
the prices would be fair and the service would be grand
and with gasoline a .44 , ya know here is the place to shop
but i am he without

if i was a sailor , i'll sail the intersteller sea
i would be sailing through the storm
but lifes a void, and it melts in your hand , so i'll have to sail some where else
i'll pray for the wind and hope for the tide
but i am he without
so recap the sitution , had me a band, but they spit, try the food industry,
 but they stabed me in the back, had me a boat but it sprung a leak, now i am he without


Poem Forty Nine: Smell the Fear

johnny came back from the coke a wheel
he said he aint feeling well
he thought he saw something
a monster to be exact
they engage him in simple conversation
they asked him questions
and expected no lies

they walk from town to town
they creepy and all that mixed shit
they have quarters and nickels , they throw it at  the poor
where its force is to hard it's pircing them
and the monsters from the fog laugh out
smell the fear
its all over you
in your childrens eyes

Poem Fifty: Balance

I wonder sometimes in the Nox- solitary and dire
 i relieze my conscience is among fammilar enemys
those who they speard the system of devilry to the world avail
For them the world its just a monkeybar jungle parade 7/24
 they're those idiot assailants about at the top looking down to there foot soilders
decparing old habits of Hilter, Tamerlane,  Vasilyevich and such ruthless clowns
those who believe they're doing foe deeds for a brilliant cause
but try as they might one or two of us inferiours rise slowly and start are needing bloodshed
A page turner in future tense that society takes as a grain or a revolution
thease methods we simple but rich in mind wonders project help mold culture

though i dont condone such enemys,  I too do not object
cause if one simple looks past it into the silver linning i often do
It help the world relieze a mistake, a mistake worth fixing
withought it there will not be a balance of power and control
and yes i often thing about it in the night: are we really FREE