Never To Be Complete...

Another verse versus itself
These nothing-things and nothing else
Emptiness overflowing a hollowed self
into vapid oceans of everything else
as voiceless words cry-out inside
against this vacuous world outside
and the cowardice in which it hides
Enough is never enough for these asides

Never to be complete
The curse defines the lifestyle
with a will to death all the while
Never to be complete
Sentenced to life without a trial
then life's on trial all the while
Never to be complete
(Repeat, repeat, repeat)

Then some Earth's unearthed again
as buried sorrows exhume some truth
that dead dreams may rise to die again
like a zombie-phoenix, but more uncouth
for the cremating flames so rarely peak
& the brains devoured aren't those they seek
This cycle seems more sick than cyclical
as cynicism holds the cynic as what it holds cynical

Never to be complete
This nothingness echoed on abysmal repeat
Empty tones grow so dense and accrete
One might heap them all in one vacant pile
lest follow them along their endless, sightless mile
never to be complete
(Repeat, repeat, repeat)

The Monsters Of My Nightmares Have Dreams They Call Their Own...

The monsters of my nightmares
have dreams they call their own
With eyes relieved of blinded stares
some of these things are shown

The vampire that would drain me
has a relentless bloody thirst
but with coffin closed, his dreams can see
an oasis to end his curse
with an eternal shade, and pure blood river
no glare or withdrawal can make him shiver
but as I sleep and vamp awakes
bringing back these bloody shakes

'Cause the monsters of my nightmares
have dreams they call their own
With eyes closed to blind the glares
some of these things are shown

The ghost that howls & haunts me
feels so empty and ignored
On cloudy nights he dreams to see
his flesh and bone restored
while zombies gather all around
his voice raising life from ground
but as I sleep the ghost cannot
and such dreams are left to rot

'Cause the monsters of my nightmares
have dreams they call their own
With eyes beyond diurnal flares
some of these things are shown

The werewolf with his angry growls
wears thin by prompting moons
but daydreams help relax his scowls
for there no darkness looms
to cull from him a fevered rage
against an encroaching gentry's cage
but as I sleep the wolf brings fear
the kind both strong and near

'Cause the monsters of my nightmares
have dreams they call their own
while REM eyes twitch prayers
one seldom scares
to wake and be alone

Luck Out..

Well, I'd had a lucky bunny's foot
& many four-leafed clovers too
I'd put a dream-catcher by my bed
& snapped wishbones well in two
but all too soon my luck ran out

Yeah, one Friday the 13th
a black cat started stalking me,
& I'd opened an umbrella indoors,
& I'd walked under ladders carelessly
but bad luck can still run out

I'll hang horseshoes ends down,
maybe change my initials to C.C.,
get a Raven for a pet perhaps,
& ask a Quija what it can see
though all this luck will still run out

Yeah, I've tired of the mirror
& I've bashed its' glassy face
I've run over my own & others' graves
& spilled salt all over the place
but I'm sure my luck's not out

'Cause there's rainbow when it rains
& shooting stars keep night skies lit
& Ireland is lucky despite the British reign
for a pot of gold remains in every crock of...
well I'm sure I'll still luck out

Heave Ho...

Spinning of the clock
dizzies night as dizzied day
& falls upon the waking hour
With alarm dreams rush away
Rush of rush-hour's always sour
but all workers need their pay
So...
Heave-ho, heave-ho

Slumber like a rock
then cull water out of stone
Swing the milking hammer
against the fossils left of bone,
Sweat from dust-glands to glamour,
& evaporate blood-tears un-wept alone
What else is there to know?
Heave-ho, heave-ho

Stumble back to dock
of shipwrecked sand-dune shores
then sink into that easy-chair despair
to drown the queasiness of whores
with soul-stomachs poisoned by their fare
This sickening drought forever pours
Keep treading these unholy waters
Now to the oars!
Back to the oars!!!
Time to go, time to go.
Heave-ho, heave-ho

Swallow pride forever
Serve this stranded sand-ship's sails
"We're all in this together"
all the crews and captians wail
In this drought of unchanging weather
the gunmen shoot all those that bail
So now you know, and there you go.
Heave ho, heave ho

With Earthly Eyes...

Here on earth with earthly eyes
Gazing away under moonlit skies
does Gawd, the ghostly Gawd look too
both from behind and right back into
these same searching earthly eyes
transfixed under His celestial skies

Does Gawd see the depth of depths reflected
in the superficiality of a sparse soul's sunken eyes
cast down unto His ocean floor, dejected
by the struggle of squints for a minor glimpse
of more than scattered shards of the shattered shadows
that cast such an abysmal darkness over a slumbering earth
which appears much more forsaken than protected

Here on earth with earthly eyes
Does Gawd gaze back as moonlit skies
as I look to see Gawd looking down
to see if Gawd can see Himself all around
in things above, beyond, or under ground
Or at least to see Him see Himself conflicted
in these earthly eyes so disparate, desperate, & restricted

Must all this light be intertwined
with all these shadows so maligned
Must this darkness so surround
any light that would abound
& Must these eyes be so confined
by umbral shades of an earthly mind

Here on earth with earthly eyes
with heavens obscured by night's disguise
and light no deeper than the ground
there must be something more profound
than truths that masquerade their hues
while tinged by shadows' blacks and blues
or unglimpsed by earthly eyes recused

For why else would these earthly eyes look out
and not cave-in, collapsing under sightless doubt
No there must be much more light than this
There must be so much earthly eyes have missed
More than sparks obscured by densest existential mist
Like loving words unspoken by beloved lips unkissed

Here on earth with earthly eyes
watching as my own light dies
only surfaces come into view
despite the depths from which they grew
All sights unseen or stared straight into
illuminate there's so much here I never knew
and give these earthly eyes insight to continue

The Cenobites Are Calling...

You'd eaten the fallen apple
and opened the infernal box
Then done penance at the chapel
and sacrificed your entire flock
But that blood-sugar aftertaste
was still upon your praying tongue
and your hands remained soiled & disgraced
as you'd held that sacrificial blade and swung

Now the Cenobites are calling
and they have such sights to show
While the bottom continues falling
and your blood is made to flow
The Cenobites are calling
and their secrets are yours to know
if only you'll answer without stalling
and surrender to depths beyond below

There is no sky beyond here
No light descending from above
Only fallen ceilings and crumbled walls
There are no grounds to tend here
Nothing to sow, nor reap, nor love
Only an abyss unto itself that forever falls
Where there is only one abundance
of artificial light and veridical darkness
Intertwined in eternal redundance
& ornamented only by sheer starkness

With the Cenobites still calling
and having such sights to show
While the bottom continues falling
and your blood never ceases to flow
The Cenobites are calling
and this secret you now know
there was never any forestalling
your descent of depths beyond below

Memories illuminate your gloom
as lost life ignites the fires of doom
Every good deed becomes a lie
and each sin good cause to die
Your infinite squandered futures
now eternal wounds that weep for sutures
So far from any life and without death
only perpetually emptied burning breath
With no words upon strained exhalations
only the silence of eternal exclamations

As the Cenobites are calling
with still darker sights to show
For the bottom continues falling
and your blood will forever flow
The Cenobites are calling
they've secrets you'll never know
so your suffering won't be palling
while descending depths beyond below

A Narcissist's Guide To Self Importance (For All You Losers That Wish You Could Be More Like Me)...

Having Noticed The Trend In Self-Help Book Sales I've Decided To Unashamedly Capitalize Upon Those With The Limitless Desire To Be Guided Along The Path Of Self-Help. I've Taken Quotes From Celebrities And Historical Figures, Random Statistical Findings That May Or May Not Be Accurate, Scientific Studies That Don't Matter If They've Been Peer-Reviewed Because They Reinforce My Points, And Other Things That Are Either Not Copyright Protected Or Utterly Made Up And Have Peppered Them Into This Life Changing Guide. Now You Too Can Be Mystified By My Personal Insights And Finally Learn How To Be More Like Me And Become The "You-est" You I Can Possibly Convince You To Be. Here Is A Chapter Index So You Can Get Some Idea Of What Kinds Of Life Changing Knowledge I Have To Ruse You With In Exchange For Your Money.

Chapter One- Why I'm So Incredibly Awesome And You Are Not (You Bought My Book Sucker)

Chapter Two- The Six Number-One Things In The Way Of Your "Number-Two" Stained Dreams

Chapter Three- The Three Simple Orders You Must Follow To Become Independent-Minded

Chapter Four- How To Put Yourself First (After Me Of Course) And Manipulate People Into Subservience

Chapter Five- Tax Havens, Shell Companies, And Other Tools For Protecting Hard Earned Scam Money

Chapter Six- Maintaining The Appearances Of Success Without Drawing Too Much Attention From The IRS

Chapter Seven- Seduction & Subversion: Sex Scams And Circumventing Charges Involving Sexual Misconduct

Chapter Eight- How To Accept All The Credit When Things Go Well, Deny The Blame Whenever There Are Problems, And Give Yourself Praise In Front Of Others

Chapter Nine- Divorce, Bankruptcy, Indictments, And Other Things That Successful Followers Of My Proven System Don't Need To Worry About When They Inevitably Go Through Them

Chapter Ten- How To Convince Yourself That You Did Nothing Wrong When You've Been Incarcerated For Fraud, Tax Evasion, Rape, Or Other Criminal Offense(s)

Chapter Eleven- One Last Reminder About How Exceptionally Fantastic My Life Is Because I'm So Incredibly Awesome And Why You Should Do Everything I've Told You Even If It Ruins Your Life, Which Of Course Will Not Be My Fault

Chapter Twelve- If You Still Don't Get It: A Brief Guide To My Seminars, Special Services, And Other Expensive Things You Can Buy In Order To Get The Most From My Empyrean Wisdom
(Don't Be On Your Own With Self-Help)