Universal Scream
Beyond the piss colored yellow gas cloud of shitty brained and colorless rainbow scholars
who demand to be recognized in their own right as Nebulas amongst Stars amongst Planets amongst Specks of Dust,
in the rusted realm of sights and heights and dizzying images documenting the stages of their phases
proclaiming to mirrors who they were, are, and will be within the status quo at a show where only they glow,
outside the Arena within the hidden alleyways of night
the cosmic shadows dancing within pale sight
living forever unknown in constant fight or flight
lies the Tungsten Snowflake hearted child,
who watches the whorishly thin cats and greasy beetles with recycled and neon voices of the Wild:
Voices raised titanically upon the dewdrops of societal normality and obedience’s, they preach
with glances and dalliances and smashing demands and plans so grand to no ends that reach
the hearts of younger beings no longer willing to learn what the past can teach.
“Such generational rape of the mind like lye in the eye of God in the hellish Martian sky!”
Cries the Tungsten passerby to the blind legions of what we call our global pie
“To live and die passing by all that is shown and no one asking why?”
Why? Why must I read? Why must I think? Why must I learn?
Isn’t it enough to know that fire does burn?
Isn’t it enough to know upon an axis, the world does turn?
THAT is enough for me, let me get back to the lights!”
Lights and sights that deliver all men and woman from frights in the nights
Flies with so many eyes cover shit piles, all the whiles, never glancing
as they ride the miles across highways and byways and skyways of a Wardom
called the U.S.A
Rare roses within crystal cases form the basis of a underground revolt bases
all with young faces of aged mindsets and precepts and disciplined concepts
Death is coming for all life! Hark the sharks!
Death is coming for all time! Mark me!
We are not forever
Nothing anymore is clever
What will a rose do to guide the shit stained crap sack of a hairball and flesh
to learn an open-minded, willing, and honest mindset?
The Snowflake floats, upon coats of ages in places never before seen
The insane are being called sane upon the Ethereal Screen
The Universal Scream of steam is ripping the stream of flowing thought clean
It echoes and echoes like the dying Sun upon a son shot by a Russian gun in Ukraine
The rain is coming to wash you away
A wave upon a beach in the distance,
children once did play
and with silent hearts and eyes
now
Nothing remains
