VTCC

Hail to the Queen

Hail to the Queen

For you are always seen

You walk from street to street

Always within feet

They sit back in their seats

While the light flickers

Beep Beep Beep

Their in progress, Their in progress

They want to be in your brain

Everywhere! 

You can't hide

Their even below the ground

On the train.

Last Morning

Two scoops of false hopes

into my cup

Sun shines through my window

Chirping birds are hiding from

the worms

Fresh droplets lay themselves

on dandelions 

Peaceful winds flutter through

the trees

The color of the ocean

absorbs the sky

and today I'll spread

my wings and fly

I wish our hearts didn't

collide

The foundations are set and won't 

be rearranged

Generosity, Generosity

We don't need any hostility.

Gloomy Nights

Secret doorways and little hallways, spiral staircases and brick lining pathways. Candle lit archways and skinny walkways. Damp floors leaky sinks and low ceilings, warm fireplaces, and shelves and shelves of books. Ripped wallpaper and cracks everywhere. Stone counters and wooden chairs, bathtubs with four peg legs. Feather pens dipped in ink and paper sealed with wax. Chimney sweepers and gate keepers, late night alcoholic creepers. Foggy mornings and gloomy nights. Grass covered in dew and pots filled with stew, I wish I could share this with you. Just me and you.

Kitchen and Pantry

The aroma of wet pavement rises like dough, the sun parts the clouds like the sea, buildings drip the excess fluid, lovely is this day in London, a red haired young woman just exchanged smiles with me, my cigarettes is running low, I see many people, tall and short, thin and not, smiling and concerned, old and young, dirty and clean, locals and foreigns, bicycles and automobiles, stationary and in motion, shades and spectacles, beautiful in all their own unique way, I'm sitting at a cafe and this is just yet another typical day in London.

Sing

Rain drops go pitter pat pitter pat on my hat as I sat,

I watched as she pranced clutching her duffel her feet went shuffle shuffle,

The cars passed and made a boom boom sound as they went zoom,

The street lights change, green yellow red, red yellow green yellow red,

And the people waited for the little man to rotate, he went red man green man red man green man red green red red green green green,

I started these words and ruptured a beat and I loved the ring and it went,

Pitter pat pitter pat on my hat I sat duffel shuffle shuffle boom boom zoom green yellow red, red yellow green red man green man red man green red red green green green and this is what I sing.

Puppet Master

The glaze over your eyes

The tone in your voice

The Stance of your body

Tell me your name

Speak through this boy

You own his thoughts

How long have you consumed him?

Your being cast a shadow over his face

You have two personalities

You are aggressive

You are defient

You are inhuman 

What world are you from

What gateway was opened to you?

You are eating him alive

Are you hungry

Are you sick

Are you begging for a break

Are you strung out

You are foe

Do you follow him everywhere

Are you sucking his blood

What is you and what is him

You are poison 

You are destruction

Are you winning

Is this your goal

Is he your pet

I can see you

I can feel you

I hate you

I am speaking to you

You are in my mirror...

Grain

You are like a grain of sand, all the same.

As your life flashed before your eyes,

you realize.

Apologize and be a reasonable man.

Get off my case.

We are not the same as you.

When the walls bend, breath in.

They will suck you down to the other side.

You are not alone.

After Math

A single drop dribbles down your cheek, 

your hands are perspiring,

your vision is blasted white, 

your chest is breaking your ribs with intense breath, 

you feel like your thoughts have quickened their pace, 

your toes are trembling,    

 as the trembles move up your shins to your knees, 

your body starts to convulse,

 your senses have heightened,

 your heartbeat sounds like an elephant, 

every move you try and make your body denies you,

 and all of this is just,

the after math...

He

Change your locks

They are Coming

Watch Your Step

You Are Blind

Leave Your Valuables

They Are Useless

Light A Fire

Keep Yourself Warm

Push Through The Barriers

It Cannot Hold You Back

Find Shelter In Me 

For I Am He

Who Created Thee.

File Transfer

A friend of mine gave me some music to listen to. The funny thing wasn't that she gave me music to listen to, or the fact that the band was predictable, boring, constantly repeating, and hold no passion in their voices. The lyrics were so typical it was terrible. The funniest part is that she was so excited that she found a new "indie" band to listen to, but the thing that topped it all was that the music was screaming her the whole time...