Author: HCS

Thank you, my friend. I thought you’d like the idea. Initially, I thought that you would despise it, but after further analysis, it seemed like an interesting solution to all of our problems. I remember when we had our meeting with the team about the first experiment, it was very enlightening. Taylor was quite impressed. He suggested that we should get started on the new project immediately.

You'll experience whatever you will
Through the things that won't be killed
they will spill
over until
you can enjoy a thrill
with a twenty dollar bill.

We're machines jamming up all the cogs.
We're here playing with our Lincoln logs.
We're smiling on this peaceful day.
We're crying about all the things we couldn't save.

We are hollow
Going through tunnels
Explaining our outcomes.
Not sure where they're coming from.

We're becoming our best enemy.
We're becoming children of the seventies.
I am sure you are right
if not we'll have to fight.

Can't seem to get this through your head
Lies like cream cheese need a place to spread.

I wouldn't want to go out on a night like this
When I find myself biting my fingertips
The lighting and wind and the burning fuel
What if it gets worse
and doesn't improve?

I wouldn't want to stay out with the world like this
There's trouble in paradise; something's amiss
There's nothing to stare at as we leave this place.
What if this gets worse
and doesn't improve?

I wouldn't want to stay out when the news is like this
There is nothing left of my fingertips.
The blood, the violence and needless deaths
What if it gets worse
after the fuse is lit?

We're all forgotten legends 
disappearing from one's mind 
like high school history or lost loves. 

The greatness that evaded us since birth 
will be long forgotten years from now. 
You will be some father of some father 
of someone or other in a family tree
and that is all that will be known about you.
The footprints you left behind 
will disappear with each tide that reaches the beach's shore. 
The graffiti you left on walls, books and papers 
will be erased, replaced and destroyed.

Years from now when they mention the greats,
you will not be there.
You will be non-existant
like the generations before you
that you did not witness firsthand.

I can’t tell the difference anymore
 Between night and day,
 Between the black and white birds.
 Checker and chess squares.
 The sky and the floor.
 They just seem to blur into one another.
 Like friends and brothers,
 Lovers and others.
 
Between wrong and right - and left.
 Between Bass and treble - clef,
 Sodom and Gomorrah,
 Man of the people and Kings, 
 I can’t see the difference in anything.
 I’m so absorbed with myself
 Like a sponge.
 Cake - let them eat all.
 
Turning the dial to a station I can
 Tolerate
 The Sun
 The Moon
 Almost anything that revolves
 Into something greater.
 The sum and it’s parts and parcels.
 Time to part the sea.
 Into something greater than me
 Day murders night
 in its’ sleep.
 Was day sleepwalking again?
 Was night trying to put up a fight?
 I don’t recall but 
 The birds seem to be going their own way now.

On my wish list
of things I have wanted
only if it would fit into my way
of life.

Occuring in a particular pattern
old dreams that were not fulfilled
only to die miserably
of heartbreak.

Oh how we danced
on the night we were weak-kneed
Our significant words weren't said
of love.

What does this mean?
 I am to do nothing.
Set the mode to fox.
I have a lock that belongs to the flock.
What does this mean?
I'll attack the work I have been left with.
Exoskelletal figments of my desperation.
She wore a red bikini.
It all means something to someone.
After midnight the aliens a|]|]ear.
Skullfuckery.
Sleep like the rodent.
Shave the garden.
Skip the verve.
Sleep must mean something.

Like them clowns in congress

He thinks he seen some better years.

I know you’re mis’rable

In your mirror marbled manoir.

Drinkin’ down your tears.

In a bottle of pain,
That I drink every night.
I dread the day
Who cares?
Every street looks the same.
Every dry eye in the house.
We go westward into the sunset.
Buckles loosened.
Spills expose the leaks.
Nothing chosen.
If I find myself
In your neighborhood,
I will make sure I hide
and keep out of view.
I will do my best
to remember
everything lost.

In a bottle of pain
I help myself.
My curse is this and nothing else.
Who cares what you believe in.
Does it mean I have to believe in it too?
Every street looks the same.
Same houses. Sames Families. Same Schools.
I bring the hope of a lost generation
To the kitchen table
and watch them fall like a bead of rain on a windshield.