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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
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.7777777
Weighted score: 5.740891
Overall Rank: 1817
Posted: August 14, 2002 4:18 PM PDT; Last modified: August 14, 2002 4:18 PM PDT
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