Catalytic Converter Nerf Herder

A lot of things got in the way,
Try to make time to take away,
Breathing in the crystals,
Paint holes in my hands and feet,
Walkin' on the water, drinkin' all the wine,
Unknown they were tears of a prophet,
Emptied golden goblet, all cause was lost for a moment.

Parachute tablets, eat food and fuck like rabbits.
Don't get too angsty, watch the box that haunts the graves.
Don't ask question or misbehave.
We might label you terrorist,
As oil spills from your veins and slit wrists.
Listen to the pain buried deep in the sand.
Play the victim, insist on a system
where it's ok to chop off your hands!

Eager to be apart of industry,
When things go awry,
Bend those knees' and find your god.
Before death, all there was, was loss!

Parasitic ties keep a united criminal fan base.
Give me the quick acting hard hitting candied bandage.
I wanna sell my soul for another hit,
Never mind my purpose, never mind my drive.
I want something to fill me up with light.
The basis is strictly sadistic,
That's ok, I don't mind, I've never been so high!

A lot of things got in the way,
Try to make time to take it all away,
Breathed in the crystals,
Heavy handed pistol,
Where am I supposed to exist?
In between the seams of a drunken fist.

Fact Based Fiction, Slick Friction

Put the soap in a box.
Clean out your drums,
Listen hard, alert fox.
Rat tunnel in my intestine,
Who to trust to distribute justice.

I heard that blame is a common first name.
Last letter on a page, burned at the stake.
Who to trust to erase all the pain of memory.
Walking down the lanes, I remebered where empty.

Rotting in the cellar, skeletons antiseptic.
Can't get sick from digested bones,
Better get quick with a finger,
Grab a phone, and let go of the trigger.

Area code six six six,
Screaming demon needs to get his fix.
Age is no question, clock says molested.
Little did we know that most kill to just be accepted.
Let the blood flow as your ego gets rejected.

Daggers leave a foaming mouth,
As anger fills the basin of no return.
Waves of doubt clash on the bridge, burnt.
People versus people till ignorance is spread equal.
Who do we trust to herd the sheep?
I don't even trust the Jesus who walks on my dreams.

Plagued education, my minds' on vacation,
Leave your message at the beep, cut the chord, hear the screams.
Who do we trust? Suck in those guts, oh boy ain't I pretty enough?

Visions

I know I will see you again.
Like two sparks of light,
Burst from the same plane,
and in the night,
we will stumble around the room,
Looking for me, and you.

Home, not a place but a choice.
Anywhere there is space for two,
In the vastness of time,
I'll be there holding a sign,
For me and for you.
The stars will align.

I know I will see you again.
It was something you said.
It hasn't even been a week,
and I already have feelings of need.
Never goodbye, but I'll see you around.
Around the bend.

There's a place where we had met,
Before Earth was our set.
It was staged light years behind us,
And centuries ahead.
A hand guiding two brave souls,
Brought to the dirt with scars of Hell.
With peace and love as our bindings,
There was never a place worth hiding.

Maybe we can show our people,
How to be free.
Maybe we can encourage the world,
That there's more to life than greed.
There's more to life than struggle,
It's our future as it always has been.
If we lose sight this time,
We can always start again.
From our heads to our hearts end.
Like we have done at the edge of beginning,
I know I will see you again.

People Are Products with Pretension and Egos

It's funny how, people act,
When all you can see is their back's.
Yeah, what did you think,
That I didn't hear?
I heard every word, that you had said.

It's funny how, people are,
When things get hard.
Yeah, what did you think,
That I didn't see?
All those things, you tried to steal from me.

It's funny how, people seem,
When you first meet.
Yeah, what did you think,
That you are smart, and beautiful?
Aren't we all created equal?

Tell that to the slaves.
Tell that to the graves.
Tell that to the dead whose souls were bled for gold and fistfuls of discred.

Tell that to the greed.
Tell that to the power hungry thieves.
Tell that to the kids in the beds of the rapists dens.
To the women on their backs, providing for children
That should have never been born, mark it on your tax form.

Tell it to a world filled with blank faces
as bank statements claim the last stakes of our race.

Intoxtravert

Can't control your actions
Am I a factor,
Lets close this chapter
Do I even matter?
In the scheme of things
Perpetual bleeding

I heard on the radio
That I should be easy to talk to
With every request
I set my sights on going inside
What does it feel like to lie?
All I see are reasons why
This was meant to die

Shotgun mouth, river bed of doubt
Ain't it funny how it all works out?

You said to wait, that I'm the one
Well now all the fun is with someone
Else
Ain't it funny how, it all works out?
Who do I turn to when I have burned through myself?

What does it feel like when
You put me at my ends
All that's in my head
Is a way out
Where do I go now?

Growing Pains

Negative cysts popped,
so my soul may consist
of positives that uplift
as I struggle down the way

Lowering my learning curve
as life settles simplistically.
Set my sights realistically,
strictly in need of rebirth.

So here I stand, in between
the trickling of sand, alas,
face pressed upon the hour glass.

So much time has gone
and left my tedious grasp.
Will I be fortunate enough to see,
what dreams may come to be?

And as I sleep, my subconscious
mind will remind me of the things
I love or have left behind; as I struggle to find my way through this ever changing maze.

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Stopped across a crosswalk.
Saw a figure I had figured was familiar, but apparently not. At all costs, the thoughts of talking, deeply haunting, leave me wanting an end to mental confusion.

What's to say to a stranger? I guess there is the danger of true feelings reeling in, but the chances, slight, and try as you might, nothing can replace the shape burned from the first time. Fault clearly cut to be all mine; is it alright to ask if you are fine? A question we all seem to mind.

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Slip my psyche,
Hiding in my body.
Strength of will, too much to fill,
A drinking cup drained of luck,
Yet still the stains remain,
Driving me to change;
To figure the ways of trust.

Push off the ground,
You've fallen down again and yet,
End is nigh. So let's kill tonight,
A time that has always been.

But since then the cold has
Taken its toll as I stack my clothes.
Remembering words my mother chose, spoken soft yet the light
she proposed has claimed home in my bitter bones. Can I crawl out of here? A tunnel dug, bred from fears. Will I make it out in one piece? Give me something I need to have, like something sweet from the past.

Forces

Every day we face, every fate we're graced with is another chance to rise above all these graves of ancient ages.

An open book, on an empty chapter on the matters of the after life. Can the page be writ into truth if the basis is fiction? Can the pages be ripped and rewritten as we see fit, laced with attrition. 

Young minds joining a hive of finite extinction, formed from fear and disillusion and a promise of acceptance. Being naive is no exception, when the elite attempt to control our minds. Their platform justified, incepted from good intentions. Yet now poison leaks from their tongues when they speak. A language bred from greed and moral weakness. Feeding you lies so deceptive you just nod your head and accept it when given your death sentence.

Together we can end this cycle of violence. Let peace rise and destroy darkness with light, as we balance the sources of the forces that blind our eyes.

Caught in the Thought Process

I was caught looking in,
My temple turned prison.
I picked my poisons,
I caged up my heart.
Knowing from the start,
That it would fall apart.

Some say it is easy,
Most know it is hard.
But I believe that what is meant to be,
is concealed until you need it to be seen.

People like lessons, make you weak,
But only for a second. So I stay strong,
On my path to peace, so that when I lay my head on a final piece of fabric, I can whisper to the wind, I am broken but I had it.

In my hands, in my chest.
Coursing through each and every breath.
On the way in, on the way out,
Each step lifted with no fear of doubt.

I was caught looking in,
My temple turned prison.
I picked the poisons out of my heart,
Knowing I was going to restart.

Degree's (We're told what we need)

You can have a degree
That they tell you, you need.
Or you can choose a path most perceive
To be unseen. One in which you throw away, the things common of today.

You can live happily with a family
That has been told that Grammy's
And fame are things you need to gain.
I am not so plain, I have no stakes to claim. Other than the right to fight for a better life and to bestow pride on my last name.

As a man I am raised to be a stone.
Unwavering through the waves of change, unwilling to give way to the pain.

I am not alone. Even though I am left cold, shaking deep in my bones. I will fight to find a way to condone, a place to call my own. A home.

I am not free. Or so the people with riches would like for me to think. Yet I breathe, yet I scream. What do you even think?

Is it the drugs we love, or the people we trust that we must spend all our time? Is it for me and mine, or the will of the hive, the need to combine to succeed? What does it all even mean?

All I know is that the seeds have been planted, granted that I close my eyes every time that the things I despise unwind, and leave me on my death bed, blind.

There is no comfort to find, but I promise to love true and deeply, if only someone worth my time would find me worth keeping. These words like knives leave me bleeding.

Embers

Masses pile on the make up,
In hopes to erase who they are.
Told to hold on to standards that they themselves
Had no choice in creating,
What is the point in faking?
There is no risk in placating
the ads and fads of yesterday.
I want to be myself today.

Take the blood from my veins,
Decode my so "complex" DNA.
Tell me we aren't the same.
I'll give love like a last breath every time.
Knife in hand, or just yours and mine, intertwined.
Hate is a monster, a disease, spread by those
Who have lived to be deceived, not me,

Seek not greed, but the things that make you happy.
Yes I know, believing is a travesty, a tragedy.
But it is all madness if you lack faith.
Whether it be to some unknown god in space,
Or your own inner strength, all it takes is hope.
Hope that humanity will prove that the light
that shines, is far more bright than the evil that
lurks inside.

It is in us all. It seeps, burning deep, plaguing our dreams while we sleep wishing, wanting us to fail.
To cling onto the darkness as frail, fragile things.
That sadness never lasts, all you have to do is believe.
Believe in yourself.

We don't want to be

Here I am, alone.
My only friend a pair of headphones.
I've had lovers, and genuine brothers,
Their paths lack function in my new math.
I'll always have their backs, even when mine is bare.
I won't be scared, to take these steps ahead of me.

We would dance all night,
Drink till our pants dropped out of sight.
We would laugh with the rising sun,
Till having fun was our number one priority.
And as majority would have it,
Us young kids would cause havoc.
Erasing the sadness with madness and glossy eyed smiles.

Here I stand, pockets filled with hands.
Shoulders shrugged at what has become.
Days slink by as I think on good times.
Each memory as blessed as the last,
What I would give for another glance,
but fair is fair, and I wouldn't dare to chance.

On clouds we'd stay,
With a room filled with warm talk.
Often we would play,
Always chasing the ticking clock.
And when we ran out of words,
Our souls would converse,
Till our stomachs hurt.

Can't I still love three thousand miles away?
Is it too much to ask for you to love me back?
Is it an insecurity developed from abandonment?
Can't place me on a shelf in a glass cabinet,
Live on the same planet, Sometimes...
Yeah we do, sometimes.

This Place

Hide behind a clenched fist,
All my wisdom I've learned is listless,
A few years too late, god as my witness
But I am open to suggestion and debate.
I will close my mouth and refrain,
Unwilling to relate.

Hide behind a closed door,
Hoping that the people I loved are no more.
So I can stop feeling, and reeling by my heart.
Strung out and afraid, life is hard, and death is swift,
I'd give my soul for that one sweet kiss,
That held value like it once did when I was a stupid kid.

Hide behind these walls of mine.
Worked so hard to define, got a ghost of a disguise.
It was in your eyes! The words of betrayal
That left my mouth, wretched and stale, a stench was left in your nose.
But I suppose pupil and teacher are the same, at each end
We pretend to not know and place blame.
Yet we always knew what it would boil down to.
Who am I and who are you?
What is this fucked up place we were born into?
At first it felt right, then I lost sight.
Who am I and who are you?
I guess I'll hide behind these walls of mine,
Till I decide it's time.

It's All Gone

It was the breeze that carried home.
A stain of rain lingering in my nose.
A taste of whiskey I have yet to forget.
Needed something cold to warm my broken bones.

Skin like silk, frictionless.
The medicine stopped so I pictured it.
Two bodies, two minds, all at once they were combined.
I am seizing, foaming at the mouth.
That word laced now with frigid doubt.

Looking through the glass,
I saw ground, wind whipping past.
Finally happy to feel something real.
As sadness does have quite the appeal.

Skin like silk, frictionless.
Hot breath shaking my ear,
Hard pressed a present fear.
Can't we just sleep through the night?

No more appetite, no more dreams.
Another visit from the silent thief.
It seems that everyone has the key,
To the chamber of the queen.
Except for me, it's all gone,
Except for me. Rejecting, accepting,
Impressing, undressing me.
It's all gone except for me.

Finger jammed on the panic button.
Got the bible and a bottle in the oven.
You reap what you sow, reap what you sow.
Are we even now, can't remember how.
Are we even now, can't remember now,
Used to be so proud, of me.

-Austin Larriba