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The silent lecture(secret names) (Lyric) by horus8

I no longer know them anymore As I knew them from before When my ego formed its core It painted its lips to be a whore Now it's strutting down the street Another John, it has to meet The truth is vague and obsolete The hole is clogged on this teat When you cannot be yourself Become a hero from your shelf Change your name and then your character Recapitulation is one way Unless you're crazy, but that's okay When confusion becomes your home and in your mind, you prefer to roam Then don your hooded robe, and write your first tome Even Thoreau had to flee He chose to live separately from societies acquired insecurities A sacrifice to be alone No more money No more phone It will hurt your heart a bit at first But sip turns drink to quench your soul's thirst Complexities diminish when man's not around A true human's rest is achieved on the ground Nature is your womb to always return too It is forever and will never desert you I come from the water, I dwell on the mountain I worry not for the amount of my sins I am my own shepherd, I am my own flock My true loves possess no skin for they are simply plants and rocks They choose not to judge you by your past Unlike all of your peers who'll break your bones Then apologize While forming your casts The separation is gaining speed At this point in time So, I pick to lose my past for it was never mine I have no fear to disappear as if I'd never came My finger's down, and it won't point For I'm the one to blame I love to lust, and lust to love Because they are the same It never had to be this way Until they picked a name Now it's written on some scroll or printed in a book And any poisoned ignorant beast has only just to look God has a twin but he won't say Where this being dwells They have to give the Bible away Because it no longer sells The cycle spins on nauseously So, I'm treading cautiously So, as not to disrupt her sleep In her slumber we have to keep I can't stand to watch A broken woman weep I listen to their opinions and data collected on the grandest scale My mind resembles the Postmaster General's warehouse for lost mail I remember how I use to think When I was still a mere boy I trusted in my family completely doe-eyed, and coy To successfully guide my ego's sail Never to imagine loosely that they were doomed to fail So now I've spent these past years fixing what should have never been undone And to top this melted sundae off I learnt they did it all for fun They forced me up to run away Nomadic I became Leaving all of my hard-earned possessions behind For them to lay their claim When I'm alone, and with the wind My ears are brought to attention To what my kin are now saying They lower their tones and speak slow when they refer to me Acting sad they clack their tongues and speak so honestly but inside of their hearts I hear them pray that I have finally burnt Heard out loud their words become, "I pray that boy's soon cured". I have to giggle and give a sigh To this whole sick scene With my body pressed up naked To my loving tree I have a friend the shadow wolf that sometimes travels at my side And when I'm sick and tired down He lets me on to ride His fur is always changing But his howls remain the same To add more weight to my scale dish is why he said he came It would surely be dishonest and quite possibly a plain lie So I will not say that I'm no longer angry I just know better now To not ask why? The truth is reflected into the patterns of our life Knowing this the burden lessens Shallowing my strife Because I refuse to end my life! The candles burn my scents, and so revenge is mine The trap's been sprung Their minds I can and must refine Stamen flirts with pistil My cock grows less and less Flowers bend into one another Like molds from outer space Mushrooms are blooming in these well-shaded mornings I've built my first time-machine for all of us to ride The rules are plainly simple For yourself you must abide And if you assume that God will be there To assist your future's life Look again when he waves From behind his tyrant wife The navigating process is what you have inside Covered by this flesh wrapped prison Your mind creates your hell And on that note I'm sick of talking Good-bye I wish you well JBH 2-988

horus8 14-Aug-02/5:31 PM
yeah..i know..i know, it's a really old piece, but i kinda enjoyed editing it for this site by leaving in the childish shit cuz it is so fucking silly sounding and cutesy..i thought fuck it..it's more homely that way. nobody likes a writer that can't laugh at their own adolescent whining and pining, and i'ts interesting to compare it to what i'm doing now..i think?..ah fuck it anyways..moving on..




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