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what i am and am not

joebotic — Thu, 08 May 2008 20:08:31 GMT

i've been burying my secrets cause today's secret agents are of the chemical persuasion robots believe in false dreams due to chemical equations and i can't seem to shake these dreams of falling leaves and flowing streams carrying agents of devastation contributing to my own degradation i sense that death's been losing his patience we've been hoarding the miracles and something's gotten jealous we ignored the cries, believed in lies but silent artists tried to tell us we can't carry on through darkness so strong with both eyes sewn shut we'll never make it singing our songs we'll carry on claiming happiness comes if you fake it it's that kind of thing that when you see you take it tired of the games played out by the dying stockpiling truths that no one else is buying recalling a history that seems best forgot thickening the line between what i am and am not erasing a past that can't be forgot what is the difference between what i am and am not?

spray painted spirals

joebotic — Thu, 08 May 2008 20:06:40 GMT

hands waving panic man's paving manic roadways to black holes in the horizon spray painting sunsets in spirals of light injected intelligence, dripped from the stars twilight embraces forgotten in a midnight dance circles overlapping circles making patterns in the sand we never question where we lay our heads to rest silent silhouettes gracing darkened alleys like passionate art piercing granite hearts in some upscale deathbed gallery where the moon's been masked by light pollution but the werewolves still own the streets with both hands waving manic man's paving manic roadways to constellations silent minds to a kind of galactic concentration injecting intelligence collected from the stars thoughts to form an understanding of what we really are spray painted spirals spread across the horizon invoking emotions when closing eyes and breathing in salt, rolling sand between toes perceiving starlight that no one else knows circles overlapping circles intertwined with circles forming patterns in our lives and leaving spirals in our minds...

Paper Hearts

joebotic — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 16:12:23 GMT

you spread your love on paper cards just one day of the year you sing your sorrow in glass rooms where no one else can hear while seven million widowed faces slowly fill with tears just as painfully they replace all your hopes with fears snowflakes fall upon your brow and quickly melt to rain hiding tear drops from strangers, can't let them see your pain you want to go, you want to stay, but nothing's stayed the same lost in thought, you get lost on walks and sometimes feel insane desperate lovers cling to each other in the winter's cold embrace getting caught in eyes, they trace the lines that form to compose a face tripping over lips, the tips of tongues are scraping teeth heavy hearts of passion, the world is crushed beneath under stars that paint silver screens onto the night leaving memories of shaking knees and failing light a little saint shooting arrows, we all know this to be myth ask the twin flame soul-mate why he chose the one he's with when paper hearts fall from February skies turn yourself inside out and shake out all the lies open your eyes and realize the prize of holding a love uncompromised.

murder is the new magic

joebotic — Sat, 08 Mar 2008 23:33:52 GMT

if you squint your eyes just right you can see the word "hell" in the hollywood sign. the papers bleed disease into the filthy streets believers on their knees pleading for what is needed to cleanse those souls, make the broken whole no matter the toll they'll get those rocks to roll murder's the new magic that mesmerizes the masses on blue screens feeding violence fiends who bottle inside emotions, false pride ending up as volatile as a full platoon on acid deep in the jungles of vietnam just feed them pills, keep them still the screen instills the will to kill but i guess the medications can supress all those destructive tendencies violence replaces silence and now the night never provides enough cover the immunities comes too soon and the pills lose their kick the communities resume the boom and the master cracks his whip the programmed have become dependant and now there's no reason to fight it we've doused our lifestyles in gasoline, we've got the match but dare not light it and anyone with a flame the crowd is quick to blame drench them in shame and destroy their name convince the robots that anyone who thinks like that is insane the sunset releases the careless onto the streets the night air absorbing the asphalts hoarded heat the working class resting their tired feet and i'm alone on a rooftop dreaming of a day when murder is not a form of currency a day when murder no longer mesmerizes the masses more than all this natural magic a day when my child can walk through the harshest of ghettos and receive nothing but smiles a day that ends without me grinding my teeth as i fall asleep blaming it on chemical imbalances when i know it's just the knowledge i keep i guess insanity is nothing more than the understanding of truths neglected by soceity.