Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Nothing (and Nobody)'s Working

We're all in need of repair
Haven sunk into despair
Cuz nothing's working
And don't nobody care
The harder you try
The quicker you die
So why bother
The dream's just a lie

Unemployment's on the rise
Nothing and nobody's working
Each day a loss of lives
And the world keeps turning
(Turning) Into hell on earth
Where nothing and nobody works

God has been objectified
And human cruelty deified
Cuz nothing's working
Nothing's realized
Greed is the air we breathe
Hate is all we believe
"Nothing" is better
Than what we have conceived

A Love Song

This ain't a song about love
I just don't know what else to sing
This ain't no song about love
Cuz there's no love for me to sing

At night I lay my head down
There's no one there
Nobody else around
Clutchin' my pillow close
Tear-stained case
Holdin' nothing but a ghost
A pillow can't kiss
Or give affection
It can only show what you miss
Remind you that no one wants you
A pillow can't kiss but can taunt you

This ain't a song about love
Cuz there's no love for me to sing
This ain't no song about love
Only about the pain that life brings

All day long I pretend I'm alive
A grand illusion
A delusion I use to survive
But look in my eyes
There's no one there
The days are simply lies
Should I catch anyone's attention
Hope awakens
That he'll show me some affection
But the moment passes as quickly
As it comes, if not more swiftly

This ain't a song about love
Cuz I can't sing about nothing
This is a song about heartbreak
About how hard loneliness stings
This ain't no song about love
Cuz there's no love to sing

A New Life

Where have I been but laying in bed
Contemplating a means to an end
Til I came to realize there's no end to strife
And what I've needed all along is a new life
One I can bear the weight of without strain
One with just enough suffering and pain
Instead of this misery that breaks me down
This agony that has and will always abound
I need a new life, not this hellish prison
I need a new life lest I drown in crimson

What have I done but suffer for art
But art has failed to play its part
Leaving me empty and battered
My cupboards bare, clothes in tatters
I live in a world bereft of value
What's a new life when the old is still true?
When innocence dies for all the wrong reasons
And those of us who seek it must play out each season
A new life, no I need a new existence
New humanity, new gods, a whole new consciousness

4 Meditations On...

1
Ambition exceeds talent
Emotion exceeds expression
Lay the pen to rest
And let the artist die

2
If dying were more pleasant
And the outcome guaranteed
Could I tie the noose about my neck
And jump into eternity?

3
Futile, it seems, to continue on
Futile, my soul whispers within me
Futile! common sense demands I admit
Futile, it is, life's charms to resist

4
This too shall pass, so I hope...pray
Even now it feels like a lie
Only to return a new day
And with it the Wondering Why