Cascading colossal conifers coerce my conscious
The faint smell of the air
Bright and blooming
My fragile cracking shell
Reinforced with gentle care
Delectable delights deny dissonant delirium degradation
Endowing hope only to those who seek
As I perch atop the mountains peak
Wind caresses the sharp of my beak
My clamorous cry pierces the frame of the meek
Ferocious and fanged
Flippant and facetious
Always fighting those who greet us
But the best laid plans are made by pessimists
The kind that all end up in cuffed wrists
If it can go wrong it will
Sow your seeds in the land that you till
Then reap the harvest so you may feed
A song about a man and a mob by CaptainBaconMan, literature
Literature
A song about a man and a mob
Burning hearts and torches gather around a singular point in a field. Their pride and rage burning bright, calling out to all who would join their ranks.
(Guitar Clang)
Skeletal lightning strikes the ground and a charred visage appears in low fickle flames. Flicking burning tongues sarcastically at the now sullen mass.
(Rising yell with chaotic hi-hat and snare)
Fear ripples through the crowd, snuffing out their hearts with quiet efficiency, making each one go mad, terror bubbling forth from each persons head like the contents of a heated kettle. A voice rings out cracking with hysteria "Set fire to the face on fire!"
(Hysterical guitar
I am the dark in the night
I am the fear in your heart
I do all that you may not
And I can take all that has been begot
I am the knight in the dark
And I am the sorrow you see in yourself
I am the burning ice in your soul
And I do unto all what they so desire
I am the do gooder
I am the worse for wear
And I am a sunken cynical cyst
That lies deep within the confines of your mind
I am you,
I am your mother
Your father
And everyone you know and do not
I am the bat that flies into the darkest caves
I come out tainted with the blood I have reaped
With which I sow the seeds of fear in all who oppose me
And I am but a man.
Youre a Bird Then Im a Bird by CaptainBaconMan, literature
Literature
Youre a Bird Then Im a Bird
That's right, I'm running in place
And every time I think about you, I feel like I'm running a race
I think about the promise you made
And how it all went wrong when I walked inside your room that day
Now all I see is your stupid face
And if only I could concentrate I'd probably say
If you were a bird, and I was a bird
I'd fight off my demons and stop hating you
But I am not a bird, and you are not a bird
So I'll stop my circulation, and I'll take myself home
(You look up to me like I know what I'm doing
But I wish I really knew
And while the satellite crashes down, it's a big surprise
I'll just smile and wave)
(x2 second time m
And there are four
Strewn on the Floor
And by The door
Lay crippled in
Their lack of vim
And weathered hands
These cubes of gray
Go day by day
Without a soul
No work of grand
Take heart and stand
Against the top
I've taken power
At random hour
And Ended them
For they are gone
No land or lawn
To weep the loss
And now I see
What has been wrought
By my own hands
Then do I take
These shards of glass
And end the tape?
And the four
Became a five
In crimson red
There is a certain set of weight
Hence come forth from hell
The press and push of this large gait
Does take, cook, and tell
I surround myself with the demons
That set this weight on me
Them brought forth from my summons
And with them now I plea
"This oppression you have given me,
is to much for me to bear."
Like a dog I am now driven
But they only sit and stare
Not moving, or twitching, or thinking a thought
They look at me now, small as a dot
I kneel on the ground, clutching my head
Now on the floor, stone cold and dead.
Four score and seven minutes ago
My cube was gone, I'm naught but woe
And in this box of me and sad
I know now, I'll never be GLaD
--
O mine box with perfect dimensions
Why hath deny my romantic intentions?
I'd like to cut free these hard wired tensions.
--
With gun in my hand
I do leaps and do jumps
Now throw up in air
From vertigo made lumps
--
These beans, these beans
These magically made fruit
I know not were they come from
But I eat, and I root.
--
I know not if the sea is boiling hot
Or if it is night or day
All I do now is sit on my porch
"Hey-Hey!--Hey-Hey!"
--
"Are you still there?"
I do not know anymore
Com
As mysterious as the sound of one hand clapping
It comes from things we cannot understand
The guilt of something you did not do
It flows in like liquid mercury
And slowly poisons you
As mysterious as patterns in the static of your television
It comes from things we do understand
But still comes from something you did not do
It still sits in your body
Poisoning you
Your tongue turns to sandpaper every time you go back
The taste of roughness in your mouth
Almost as if it is mocking you
For that separation
As time progresses
You learn to forget
You learn to forgive
But it's still my fault
My mother once told me
Not to fear the dark
But she knows not what resides
Outside of my comforted ark.
Every night I lay in bed
I wonder what will become of me
A squid might attatch to my little head
And when I'm gone she'll see.
And when I tell my friends at school
They all laugh and make fun of me
Every night I return to that black inky pool
And when I'm gone they'll see.
And when they lay in bed at night
Comforted and dreaming
I'll be all alone in the darkness
Terrified and screaming.
Emotion
Like many colors
It is the cause of action
A wide spectrum view
Video Games
Sitting here watching
Flashing lights, vibrant color
Fingers moving fast.
A.D.H.D.
Cannot concentrate
A flickering T.V. set
I have no remote
Life
My inspiration
The start of all things living
And the ending too.