pickyourking

You ought to not stand in fire

You ought to not breathe the smoke

Not for the burns and blisters

But for the thoughts that it provokes

An ice bath would be nice

To rid you of the blaze

To freeze your open sores

And to offset your decay

But the fire rages on

Cuz your head is filled with smoke

It burns and burns and stings and kills

Now body and mind both broke

And the winds are picking up

They’re screaming down the road

They run faster with each cough and thought

Furthermore and thoughts have slowed

You grow in your fire

And adapt to the heat

You learn to love desolation

And being hungry with nothing to eat

This is karma this is life

An exercise in waiting

You think you’ve got it in control

But you’re not living your masturbating

8:04 pm • 11 February 2010

6:52 pm • 11 February 2010

6:39 pm • 11 February 2010

What was full contains a void
an empty hole you can’t avoid
When you pass through you step in it
and there’s a noise that it emits
It turns your stomach’s sick

There’s an image that you’ve seen
Eyes all pasted to the screen
Your thoughts lingered around
An answer so profound
But they’ve eluded you now

You used to stand so high
A level not visible with my eyes
Toppled over pressure and time
A non violent offense but a petty crime
It was so easy for them to step on yours and mine

Your vocal chords no longer spit
and it’s a shame to see ‘em quit
cuz, your word was once gospel to some
Articulated and spoken all by one
Creating energy from spoken words like from the sun

The line drawn was a tight squeeze
People were willing to crawl on their knees
But you felt double crossed; you felt betrayed
So trails were created and paths were made
Now i watch them burn down, now i watch them fade

6:37 pm • 11 February 2010