Post by Dennen on Jan 1, 2006 18:56:31 GMT
Syncopated Tears - StoryTellin
Catastrophe
Views Of Many...Felt By Some...Told By One
The world…swimming in the tears of individuals
Spoken words…choke and drown…in a broken world…look around…tranquility is a token unfound…often spoken out loud…but never forcin a sound…gargling for life…as it soaks underground…
I stare out the window as rain falls…my brain stalls…I see my eyes in each rain drop…cold and wet…yet the pains hot…'fragmented on the window'…'yet in the same spot'…'magnetic to the glass'…yet 'opportunity remains lost'…'reflection refracted'…but it 'feigns not'…as my eyes slide down opportunity to the gutter…I utter not even a faint call…society 'pumps the feigns' (veins) like a 'fake heart'…
Open the door…
World of troubles…I try to juggle…but the girls I fumble…but I can’t trip bout my problems…as the earth stumbles…peace and love is amongst the…burnt rubble…we’ve found a route and dodged em…powered with the hurt and struggle…we took our boots and lodged em…in the tears of the humble and poor…we loot and rob em…the shy ones, keep track…but only mumble the score…I see rain on the glass ceilin…so what am I struggling for?…I’m past healin…the scars are still bubblin, warm…don’t wanna be humble no more…so I restructure my words…become arrogant…hustle and store…all my pride in my mind…and pair it wit my humbleness……now money is my therapist…capitalistic nature…I wanna fuckin tear at it…everyones fuckin scared of it…follow like sheep…thru the barren mist…all I can do…is stare and sit…fuck it…I’m stuck wit it…I give up…I kno longer give even a pair of shits…
So…
I sit down on the steps…some hair is missin from tearin fits…it rains…I’m wishin I could drown in it…drop on my scalp…hair gone…so I‘m mauled by it…like poundin fists…in my consciousness…bound to it…look down…see a puddle…the troubles rebound and twist…around my mind…my eyes rumble…and down they spit…the tear falls into the puddle…and they drown in it…water spills out…denounced from within…bounces from the house of sin…thru the street…weak…but truly free…could it truly be…a chance at missed opportunity…forms with another stream…a kiss of unity…speed picks up…but sound is mute, no speech…another fiend joins…louder…the music speaks…loud, distracted…awakes the sewer from sleep…towards it they flow…these few of the free…they soon see they fate…fight furiously…struggle…the original…individuals…eyes furrow in inverted peaks…\/... now they part in half…but both are trapped…the sewer breathes…now the few are weak…soon they see…the stream in the sewer…and they are thrown back into unity…individuality….
is useless...see?…
A person drops in…it’s crowded…one drops out…the proudest…follow…wit a plan that’s not the soundest…the easily influenced follow while frownin…they kno they’ll be drownin…but they follow the leader…instead of allowin…their minds to shine thru…now society’s head is poundin…so they send a sound and…grab and coerce the individuals…eventually they found em…grab em…back into the mix...yet with moderate denouncement… it’s simple…nothing profound kid…
see the similarities?…
us and water are bound with…we both seem to flow free…but the chain is around necks…individualism hurts…the pain is what bounds best…so our tears are soundless…just part of the worlds pain…nothing astoundin…we all have our problems…it's common...dry em...or our tears compounded...will leave the world drownin...
Catastrophe
Views Of Many...Felt By Some...Told By One
The world…swimming in the tears of individuals
Spoken words…choke and drown…in a broken world…look around…tranquility is a token unfound…often spoken out loud…but never forcin a sound…gargling for life…as it soaks underground…
I stare out the window as rain falls…my brain stalls…I see my eyes in each rain drop…cold and wet…yet the pains hot…'fragmented on the window'…'yet in the same spot'…'magnetic to the glass'…yet 'opportunity remains lost'…'reflection refracted'…but it 'feigns not'…as my eyes slide down opportunity to the gutter…I utter not even a faint call…society 'pumps the feigns' (veins) like a 'fake heart'…
Open the door…
World of troubles…I try to juggle…but the girls I fumble…but I can’t trip bout my problems…as the earth stumbles…peace and love is amongst the…burnt rubble…we’ve found a route and dodged em…powered with the hurt and struggle…we took our boots and lodged em…in the tears of the humble and poor…we loot and rob em…the shy ones, keep track…but only mumble the score…I see rain on the glass ceilin…so what am I struggling for?…I’m past healin…the scars are still bubblin, warm…don’t wanna be humble no more…so I restructure my words…become arrogant…hustle and store…all my pride in my mind…and pair it wit my humbleness……now money is my therapist…capitalistic nature…I wanna fuckin tear at it…everyones fuckin scared of it…follow like sheep…thru the barren mist…all I can do…is stare and sit…fuck it…I’m stuck wit it…I give up…I kno longer give even a pair of shits…
So…
I sit down on the steps…some hair is missin from tearin fits…it rains…I’m wishin I could drown in it…drop on my scalp…hair gone…so I‘m mauled by it…like poundin fists…in my consciousness…bound to it…look down…see a puddle…the troubles rebound and twist…around my mind…my eyes rumble…and down they spit…the tear falls into the puddle…and they drown in it…water spills out…denounced from within…bounces from the house of sin…thru the street…weak…but truly free…could it truly be…a chance at missed opportunity…forms with another stream…a kiss of unity…speed picks up…but sound is mute, no speech…another fiend joins…louder…the music speaks…loud, distracted…awakes the sewer from sleep…towards it they flow…these few of the free…they soon see they fate…fight furiously…struggle…the original…individuals…eyes furrow in inverted peaks…\/... now they part in half…but both are trapped…the sewer breathes…now the few are weak…soon they see…the stream in the sewer…and they are thrown back into unity…individuality….
is useless...see?…
A person drops in…it’s crowded…one drops out…the proudest…follow…wit a plan that’s not the soundest…the easily influenced follow while frownin…they kno they’ll be drownin…but they follow the leader…instead of allowin…their minds to shine thru…now society’s head is poundin…so they send a sound and…grab and coerce the individuals…eventually they found em…grab em…back into the mix...yet with moderate denouncement… it’s simple…nothing profound kid…
see the similarities?…
us and water are bound with…we both seem to flow free…but the chain is around necks…individualism hurts…the pain is what bounds best…so our tears are soundless…just part of the worlds pain…nothing astoundin…we all have our problems…it's common...dry em...or our tears compounded...will leave the world drownin...
