Tired

No more of this shit, please
I don't want to live like this
I'm afraid someone's gonna see
I'm awful disingenuous

I'm tired; I always have to lie
machinations behind my eyes
evil plans to make amends
evil plans to make ends meet

no more of this shit, please
I wanna go home and sleep
I'm afraid someone's gonna see
the kind of person I really am.
Unknown "Wolverine" Lazy - 16 years, 5 months, 26 days ago

Us...
And them...
And in the end, we're only ordinary men.
Me...
And you...
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do.

"Forward!" he cried from the rear,
And the front rank died!
And the General sat, as the lines on the map,
Moved from side to side.

Black...
And Blue...
And who knows which is which,
And who is who?

Up...
And down...
And in the end, It's only 'round and 'round
...And 'round.

"Haven't you heard? It's a battle of words!"
The poster bearer cried,
"Listen, son," said the man with the gun,
"There's room for you inside."

Down...
And out...
It can't be helped, but there's a lot of it about.
With...
Without...
And who'll deny that's what the fighting's all about?

"Out of the way, It's a busy day,"
"I've got things on my mind."
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died...

"Us and Them"
--Pink Floyd
Unknown "Wolverine" Lazy - 16 years, 6 months, 10 days ago

Ego-gasm

Love is a drug
killing you with tender intoxication
ripping out lost parts of your soul
and throwing them on the wall to see.
and I never did know where to be
in her eyes; my role, it seems is to just exist
and yet not to be me... but to be a list
of things she sees in me today;
And just who is this person before me?
this vision of beauty mine eyes had never seen?
Oh yeah, it's me in the mirror.
Unknown "Wolverine" Lazy - 16 years, 6 months, 14 days ago

most of the tales I have are songs I feel quite attached to. soon, I'll start putting more original poetry up for you all to read.
Unknown "Wolverine" Lazy - 16 years, 6 months, 17 days ago

home of the saints burn down the walls
between spaces between friends
archaic angels pose in rows
and in my garden angels grow
they come inside only at night
interstatic sunbeams are the angels only storybook

they come inside only at night
interstatic sunbeams are the angels only storybook

friends

everybody sees everyone
they don't bother wearing seat belts
to protect them from the wreck
they've already died in the california demise
Unknown "Wolverine" Lazy - 16 years, 6 months, 20 days ago