by Matt Freire
Bleed away
But my food still tastes good
I shouldn’t feel bad
But my wounds say I should
Numb sometimes
It’s all in a days work
Needles and pins
It’s part of life’s perks
Stand crawl
Sometimes I need to move
Eat sleep
Band-Aids cover the wounds
Walk strait with a slant
Walk forward to get back
Stand up and take a rest
Sit down stretch your self-out
Jump to sleep
Sniff pepper to clear yourself up
Chop an onion to let your tears flow
Don’t always say yes deny with a no
A camera in your eye
The average American is video taped 6 times a day
That’s not okay
At least not for me because I like my peace
I like my serenity
I like not to be watched or viewed constantly
So now they got me on videotape
My freedom raped
They’re coming to obliterate and validate
The rate at which I stagnate the flow rate
So I won’t become the first mate
No Polly wants a cracker
I’m not a parrot I won’t regurgitate
You don’t make my eyes dilate
I’m done with this constant blind date
With an unseen video tape
Invading my free state
I’ve become ground bate
And I just been cut by your Uncle Sam scandalous Spam ice skate
To slash the weight
Of my already light weight soup plate
Closing off my growth rate
And now all there time is placed in debate as i deflate
After they duct tape my face controlling the birth rate
And the due date of my free state
So I lie in wait
My time has no interest rate
No fine china
Just an empty plastic sandwich plate
But that’s the way it has to be
I am the main fallacy
I’m a paranoid schizophrenic catastrophe
Someone’s after me
Some cosmic force has me sighted in its scopes
To disembowel me
To befoul me and scowl me
But you can’t see me
Because I’ve already planted the seed that has sprouted roots
And its about to cover me
So back off
And look into the dark
Because there’s a lot more colors in black
So pick them apart and see where you’re at
This situation is whack and it lacks the people’s impact
So make sure you’re still intact
For when the time comes for you to act as a pact
To react on the passed up stacked up facts
Watch out for the visual tacks and sacks of over run tracks of flack
And unconstitutional acts before your families whacked
I’ll be in shrouded contact
So pass these words back
Saturday, August 22, 2009
p.s. Grow Test
by Matt Freire
Envelope me try
Still won’t deny
The true is there in me and still I survive
The saga continues so bundle your panic
You just need to sit in a warm summer hammock
You know it’s not true your not free but don’t fret
People have passed by it and still don’t regret
Your passion is great you’re partly immune
Liberate and imprisonment your fancy these few
So carry it with you your frustrated fume
And don’t let this frenzy come back over you
The pain, your twinge the anguish is back
Your life is sucked out; you’re down on your back
People laugh, they point and they stare
Were is the passage the way out of here
Slander is he who fills up in you
Vague has repeated this unwanted tune
Leisurely suffocated, you’re reduced with this gloom
Tranquil and shriveled you shift in this room
You mind is beside you
The shortage has come
Shackled, mortify your close to being done
Manage to wipe away the shame from the left
But the right still haunts you even to death
Envelope me try
Still won’t deny
The truth is there in me and still I survive
Envelope me try
Still won’t deny
The true is there in me and still I survive
The saga continues so bundle your panic
You just need to sit in a warm summer hammock
You know it’s not true your not free but don’t fret
People have passed by it and still don’t regret
Your passion is great you’re partly immune
Liberate and imprisonment your fancy these few
So carry it with you your frustrated fume
And don’t let this frenzy come back over you
The pain, your twinge the anguish is back
Your life is sucked out; you’re down on your back
People laugh, they point and they stare
Were is the passage the way out of here
Slander is he who fills up in you
Vague has repeated this unwanted tune
Leisurely suffocated, you’re reduced with this gloom
Tranquil and shriveled you shift in this room
You mind is beside you
The shortage has come
Shackled, mortify your close to being done
Manage to wipe away the shame from the left
But the right still haunts you even to death
Envelope me try
Still won’t deny
The truth is there in me and still I survive
Elevated
by Matt Freire
I have a bird’s eye view
Of the under ground
People walk around
And they don’t make a sound
And I see
All that’s happening
See them wish
For something
But is doesn’t come true
It doesn’t come to pass
And all that happens
Is this life that you past
And you wish
Once again
But nothing will happen
You will die in the end
And I see this every day
Live underground
Wishing life away
You need to be like
A bird you do
Get real high
Get a better point of view
And see the life
See the underground
Broaden vertical
The horizon you found
And you’ll be
Happier then
Soaring up high
You can be the wind
I have a bird’s eye view
Of the under ground
See you walking
Without a sound
And you want
To have your thoughts herd
But no one will listen
Because this life’s absurd
And you need to get up
And you need to talk
And give all schmucks
A piece of your thoughts
And if
Only one heard
Then you have not failed
And you’ve spoken your word
And maybe
They will write down the words
And it becomes a song
Your voice will be herd
You need to be like
A bird you do
Get real high
Get a better point of view
And see the life
See the underground
Broaden vertical
The horizon you found
And you’ll be
Happier then
Soaring up high
You can be the wind
I have a bird’s eye view
Of the life to come
So you need to chill
And have some fun
And talk
Have your thoughts heard
Write them down
Remember your words
And be
All you can be
And if you want to be free
Don’t join the army
So live
This life to the max
Be your own you
And don’t look back
I have a bird’s eye view
Of the under ground
People walk around
And they don’t make a sound
And I see
All that’s happening
See them wish
For something
But is doesn’t come true
It doesn’t come to pass
And all that happens
Is this life that you past
And you wish
Once again
But nothing will happen
You will die in the end
And I see this every day
Live underground
Wishing life away
You need to be like
A bird you do
Get real high
Get a better point of view
And see the life
See the underground
Broaden vertical
The horizon you found
And you’ll be
Happier then
Soaring up high
You can be the wind
I have a bird’s eye view
Of the under ground
See you walking
Without a sound
And you want
To have your thoughts herd
But no one will listen
Because this life’s absurd
And you need to get up
And you need to talk
And give all schmucks
A piece of your thoughts
And if
Only one heard
Then you have not failed
And you’ve spoken your word
And maybe
They will write down the words
And it becomes a song
Your voice will be herd
You need to be like
A bird you do
Get real high
Get a better point of view
And see the life
See the underground
Broaden vertical
The horizon you found
And you’ll be
Happier then
Soaring up high
You can be the wind
I have a bird’s eye view
Of the life to come
So you need to chill
And have some fun
And talk
Have your thoughts heard
Write them down
Remember your words
And be
All you can be
And if you want to be free
Don’t join the army
So live
This life to the max
Be your own you
And don’t look back
Contrast the now
by Matt freire
I have something to talk about
I don’t care if you listen or not
My brain is aching gotta let me in
But I don’t care if you listen or not
This play of life the actors we portray
Falling down listen or not
Gravity controlling us
Can’t stop it
Currency controlling us
Can’t stop it
Debt is controlling us
Can’t stop it
I don’t know what’s going on
Pay my bills just to get along
People want my money
Government wants my house
Got two jobs won’t cover the cost
Got two jobs hate my boss
Need the money to pay the bills
Need the money
I’m broke
I’m in debt
Gravity controlling my life
Currency controlling my life
Debt controlling my life
I have something to talk about
I don’t care if you listen or not
My brain is aching gotta let me in
But I don’t care if you listen or not
This play of life the actors we portray
Falling down listen or not
Gravity controlling us
Can’t stop it
Currency controlling us
Can’t stop it
Debt is controlling us
Can’t stop it
I don’t know what’s going on
Pay my bills just to get along
People want my money
Government wants my house
Got two jobs won’t cover the cost
Got two jobs hate my boss
Need the money to pay the bills
Need the money
I’m broke
I’m in debt
Gravity controlling my life
Currency controlling my life
Debt controlling my life
I have a black tooth
by Matt Freire
When you ask me about my tooth I'll tell you
I have a black tooth
It's black as a hot dog placed on a stick over a fire for 33 and a half minutes
Black as India ink
Black as a freshly asphalted cul de sac
Black as my dilated pupils because I spy something visually euphoric
Black as black ink, on a black piece of paper, folded up and stuffed into a black bag, inside a black jacket, on a black man, with black hair, in a dark house, in a closet in the basement. In the pitch black dark, in the middle of night, in a dark forest with no shadows because everything is black
But it’s really not that black
More of a light gray
Its as light Grey as a tube of black a tube of white and a tube of gray acrylic paint all mixed together
It’s as light gray as what we really know what government is doing
It’s as light gray as a once black shirt from the thrift store with a faded metallic font across the chest
Its as light gray as a light gray haired man, in a light gray suit, with light gray socks, and a light gray tooth, in a light gray room. With light gray paisley wallpaper, with light gray carpet with a light gray flute playing light gray music giving a light gray atmospheric feel to this light gray room
So yeah when ever someone asks me about my tooth or tells me about my tooth
Like hay man what’s up with your tooth
I just say, yea it’s my black tooth
Mainly because I don’t like to say I have a light gray tooth it sounds boring
And also I’m lazy and black is easier to say then light gray
And it’s not as cool to say I have light gray tooth
Well I guess its not cool to have one either
But it is cooler to say I have a black tooth then a light gray tooth
But its probably not cool to have one either
And actually a lot of times I say my tooth is dead because that’s what it pretty much is
It’s as dead as a frog after you put it in a blender and turn it on mulch
It’s as dead as the morals in this country
It’s as dead as the ethics in this country
It’s as dead as Elvis and I am sorry to say he’s not coming back
It’s as dead as a fly who was eaten by a spider who was eaten by a lizard who was eaten by a bird who was eaten by a cat who ran a out in the middle of the road and hit by a car. Then a steamroller ran over the car and then a plane fell from the sky and smashed into the steamroller then a earthquake happened and the ground split open and the lot of them fell in to a molting river of lava
But I guess it’s not dead
Because I just have to get a few operations and the tooth will be fine
See my tooth moved side ways and pinched the artery. but the vein is still fine and it still is pumping blood into the tooth. And that pretty much would be the technical reason why the tooth is a little discolored
And your probably are wondering how I got this beautiful black, light gray, dead tooth.
I was on vacation at fort brag with a friend and his family and I was unicycling down to the beach to go watch with my friend and his dad abalone diving. But on the way I kept hearing comments like I always do when ever I unicycle any where
Like hay man you where’s half your bike
And hay, look what the circus left behind and a ton of other lame things like that
So any way I was uni-cycling and some college guys were pointing and laughing and one guy came up to me and asked if he could ride it
And normally I would let someone give it a go but I wasn’t in the mood and I was on my way to the beach
So this big dude he pushed me off my unicycle so being stupid and never turning down a fight I ran at him and gave him a right and left in the chest and the arm.
He jabbed out and caught my shoulder
And then a saw an opening at his sternum and I took it
As my fist made contact so did his
On my face
He punched me so hard I did a 180 turning my back to him and instinctively both of my hands covered my mouth
It felt like he swung a hammer at my teeth
And after like 30 seconds I turned back to face opponent. with my hands still covering my mouth
I think I knocked the wind out of him by the way he was holding his stomach
Blood was oozing out between my fingers
I moved my hands and spat a wad of blood at his feet and smiled at him
And then grabbed my unicycle and walked away
I felt like I was missing all my front teeth my face was numb and blood was running down my chin
I am so happy for adrenaline because with out it I think I would have died from the pain
I was glad the guy didn’t feel like fighting anymore
I figure he probably thought he did enough to me
So yea that was my freshman year of high school
And now I’m a freshman in college
And I still have this tooth
And it still hurts me today
But not in the physical way
But mentally
The hardest part of going on stage for me is opening my mouth and thinking about people looking at my tooth
And judging me by my tooth
And not listening to the words I say because they are to focused on my tooth
I hate it when people even talk about teeth
I hate it when I see people with perfect teeth
I hate commercials for teeth and how you would be so much cooler and everyone would like you so much better with perfectly white teeth
I don’t even smile with my mouth open anymore
I think about it when ever I meet someone
I think about it whenever someone looks at me
I think about it whenever I’m around anyone
I think about it whenever I look in the mirror and see this discussing dead, black, light gray piece of bone crookedly projecting out from the roof of my mouth
I always think about it.
I try to keep my mouth closed as much as I can for fear of it being seen
But you now what this black, light gray, dead tooth has taught me
To appreciate all the good things I have in my life
To not judge other people by any type of deformity that they might have
And something that has helped me out the most in my life
Is to shut my mouth and just listen
When you ask me about my tooth I'll tell you
I have a black tooth
It's black as a hot dog placed on a stick over a fire for 33 and a half minutes
Black as India ink
Black as a freshly asphalted cul de sac
Black as my dilated pupils because I spy something visually euphoric
Black as black ink, on a black piece of paper, folded up and stuffed into a black bag, inside a black jacket, on a black man, with black hair, in a dark house, in a closet in the basement. In the pitch black dark, in the middle of night, in a dark forest with no shadows because everything is black
But it’s really not that black
More of a light gray
Its as light Grey as a tube of black a tube of white and a tube of gray acrylic paint all mixed together
It’s as light gray as what we really know what government is doing
It’s as light gray as a once black shirt from the thrift store with a faded metallic font across the chest
Its as light gray as a light gray haired man, in a light gray suit, with light gray socks, and a light gray tooth, in a light gray room. With light gray paisley wallpaper, with light gray carpet with a light gray flute playing light gray music giving a light gray atmospheric feel to this light gray room
So yeah when ever someone asks me about my tooth or tells me about my tooth
Like hay man what’s up with your tooth
I just say, yea it’s my black tooth
Mainly because I don’t like to say I have a light gray tooth it sounds boring
And also I’m lazy and black is easier to say then light gray
And it’s not as cool to say I have light gray tooth
Well I guess its not cool to have one either
But it is cooler to say I have a black tooth then a light gray tooth
But its probably not cool to have one either
And actually a lot of times I say my tooth is dead because that’s what it pretty much is
It’s as dead as a frog after you put it in a blender and turn it on mulch
It’s as dead as the morals in this country
It’s as dead as the ethics in this country
It’s as dead as Elvis and I am sorry to say he’s not coming back
It’s as dead as a fly who was eaten by a spider who was eaten by a lizard who was eaten by a bird who was eaten by a cat who ran a out in the middle of the road and hit by a car. Then a steamroller ran over the car and then a plane fell from the sky and smashed into the steamroller then a earthquake happened and the ground split open and the lot of them fell in to a molting river of lava
But I guess it’s not dead
Because I just have to get a few operations and the tooth will be fine
See my tooth moved side ways and pinched the artery. but the vein is still fine and it still is pumping blood into the tooth. And that pretty much would be the technical reason why the tooth is a little discolored
And your probably are wondering how I got this beautiful black, light gray, dead tooth.
I was on vacation at fort brag with a friend and his family and I was unicycling down to the beach to go watch with my friend and his dad abalone diving. But on the way I kept hearing comments like I always do when ever I unicycle any where
Like hay man you where’s half your bike
And hay, look what the circus left behind and a ton of other lame things like that
So any way I was uni-cycling and some college guys were pointing and laughing and one guy came up to me and asked if he could ride it
And normally I would let someone give it a go but I wasn’t in the mood and I was on my way to the beach
So this big dude he pushed me off my unicycle so being stupid and never turning down a fight I ran at him and gave him a right and left in the chest and the arm.
He jabbed out and caught my shoulder
And then a saw an opening at his sternum and I took it
As my fist made contact so did his
On my face
He punched me so hard I did a 180 turning my back to him and instinctively both of my hands covered my mouth
It felt like he swung a hammer at my teeth
And after like 30 seconds I turned back to face opponent. with my hands still covering my mouth
I think I knocked the wind out of him by the way he was holding his stomach
Blood was oozing out between my fingers
I moved my hands and spat a wad of blood at his feet and smiled at him
And then grabbed my unicycle and walked away
I felt like I was missing all my front teeth my face was numb and blood was running down my chin
I am so happy for adrenaline because with out it I think I would have died from the pain
I was glad the guy didn’t feel like fighting anymore
I figure he probably thought he did enough to me
So yea that was my freshman year of high school
And now I’m a freshman in college
And I still have this tooth
And it still hurts me today
But not in the physical way
But mentally
The hardest part of going on stage for me is opening my mouth and thinking about people looking at my tooth
And judging me by my tooth
And not listening to the words I say because they are to focused on my tooth
I hate it when people even talk about teeth
I hate it when I see people with perfect teeth
I hate commercials for teeth and how you would be so much cooler and everyone would like you so much better with perfectly white teeth
I don’t even smile with my mouth open anymore
I think about it when ever I meet someone
I think about it whenever someone looks at me
I think about it whenever I’m around anyone
I think about it whenever I look in the mirror and see this discussing dead, black, light gray piece of bone crookedly projecting out from the roof of my mouth
I always think about it.
I try to keep my mouth closed as much as I can for fear of it being seen
But you now what this black, light gray, dead tooth has taught me
To appreciate all the good things I have in my life
To not judge other people by any type of deformity that they might have
And something that has helped me out the most in my life
Is to shut my mouth and just listen
I am I
by Matt Freire
I am I
I contemplate life
You ask me
Do you live in fright
I see myself
The string on a kite
You are yourself
I live without sight
And then
My ears pear away
And you
Are gone
How could a man
Kill a man
How can you live
And be a man
Should you run from the pros
Step on the cons
Hot box your life
Is that’s what’s wrong
Bullets parade
Chambers full
Lock and load
Triggers pulled
Pow back on the street
Trippin around
You get knocked off your feet
They force and shove
Pull to push
Take away your life
Make all of the rules
We want
We need
We don’t get respect
All
We have
Is are own intellect
Now how can a man
Just kill a man
It’s the government’s plan
To wipe out the land
To force themselves into our lives
So when you want to leave
You’re forced to think twice
So how are we suppose to be free
This land of liberty
Is shackling are knees
Where’s the justices in that
How can we react
If they take away are guns
And deny all the facts
So how can a man
Let you bleed
When you’re forced
On your knees
We just want to be free
I am I
I contemplate life
You ask me
Do you live in fright
I see myself
The string on a kite
You are yourself
I live without sight
And then
My ears pear away
And you
Are gone
How could a man
Kill a man
How can you live
And be a man
Should you run from the pros
Step on the cons
Hot box your life
Is that’s what’s wrong
Bullets parade
Chambers full
Lock and load
Triggers pulled
Pow back on the street
Trippin around
You get knocked off your feet
They force and shove
Pull to push
Take away your life
Make all of the rules
We want
We need
We don’t get respect
All
We have
Is are own intellect
Now how can a man
Just kill a man
It’s the government’s plan
To wipe out the land
To force themselves into our lives
So when you want to leave
You’re forced to think twice
So how are we suppose to be free
This land of liberty
Is shackling are knees
Where’s the justices in that
How can we react
If they take away are guns
And deny all the facts
So how can a man
Let you bleed
When you’re forced
On your knees
We just want to be free
I’m displayed like a splinter under your wrist
by Matt Freire
I don’t promote violence but sometimes I am violent
With my words and my fists
Coming at you and slashing your wrists
Sometimes I miss
But ill be back at you with a full entourage
Of words that I spit
My vocals dismiss you and you unlawful words
You are accused I’m through
I’m an angel with devil wings
Don’t fear the man fear the words that he brings
Don’t fear the rain fear the floods that it brings
Don’t fear death fear life and how you live it
Don’t fear chicken fear the salmonella that can come of it
Ya I almost got salmonella once
It would have been awful
With the puking and pooping
But I didn’t
Decompose
Like the smell of death I’m powerful enough to curl your nose
And make you do endos and force you to for close on all the worldly things that you own
Like a blender what do you put in there
Sometimes I like to put everything
Chicken ramen noodles pears tuna clover sprouts mustard hot dogs tomatoes
Doesn’t really matter
As log as it smells good
But that doesn’t really matter
Even if it doesn’t smell good ill put it in there
I hope that doesn’t freak you out because I have a digestive system
And a immune system of a monster alligator
I can consume tin cans and crocodile and everything in the Nile
Like a boat or a child
A hippopotamus or a piranha
And that didn’t really rhyme but I could of stopped if I wanted to
But I didn’t so I’m still here inflicting fear
With my verbal tear gas
I pass by you like bums begging for cash
You don’t really want to give it to them because you know they just go get spun
Or wasted or whatever
And if you go by them food they font take it
Even if they say there are hungry
But I know they don’t want food
But if they do
Since when does the beggar choose
You’ll dig in the trash but if someone gives you a happy meal you wont take it
So on I press to a different mess
I am considering in the dark
Kicking a rack around
I think the reason why weed is so appealing
Because its like food
When you smell bacon you want bacon
You can imagine yourself tasting bacon
When you get the sent of weed you can imagine your self lit
You become lit
You feel lit
I want to create a company where you pay me to kill you
You know you’re on your deathbed and say oh I didn’t want to die like this
I don’t want to be chilling on a hospital bed when I die
I want to be trampled by elephants
So that’s where I come in
You pay me a little money
And il let an elephant stop you to death
If you are thinking about suicide
I can make it more enjoyable
And in the instance of a close call
You won’t be jailed for suicide
Because it would be a mutual life take experience
So it won’t be murder or suicide
Because it would only bee illegal if it was murder or suicide
So if you thinking about cutting your wrist
Or jumping out of a building
Talk to me and we can work through this the proper American way
Or if you just wonder what it would be like to slide in to a pencil sharpener headfirst
It just so happens we created a human sharpener
For the office folks
And say you want to be flattened out
We have steamrollers for just an occasion
And for those who want to die of natural causes
We have over 2500 life threading diseases and over
5 thousand chemicals to give you an experience
You won’t forget until you dead
A big 10 right now are anthrax
Your say you want to be victim of an animal attack
We have over 700 animals to take care of all your needs
Like are most resent ones like devoured by an army of ants
Or the majestic bath of parannas
We have a special right now on office utensils
Like being stoned with computers
Or thousands of pens and sharpened pencils
Shot out of an air gun
And you can’t forget the electrical surcut breaker
That will light up your night
And for all those combate people
We have canons missles arrows knifes hatchets almost any gun you can metion
Blow torches granades morter speats
I giving me divine intervention
Singing swimming holding cataclysm
I’m like a shot gun blasting at your children
I’m placing different paths in front of them
I’m creating
My words will let me win
So stop your freebasing
I’m lacing and chasing
And erasing your vision
Your thoughts will be changing
At least not staying
Intact as its been playing
The industry insain
Ans gets inflamed
On free meat
Like a match against the grain
I ignight
I become insain im darange like a sells man out in the rain
Want to by a tv
Probpgahndi it will feed thee
Yes it will bless thee
Be controlled and manipulated intently
For the soul pourpose
Ah you think it will let me
Shoot go make your self some nestly
Arest me and lock me away
What the last thing that enters a bugs mind befor it hits the windsheild
Its but
Im a dicted to death
Im a dick ted to killing ants
I like to press on there exoeceliton with my finger
And roll them around in between my fingers
Back and forth
Have you ever tride not to think
Every time I try it just cuases me to think
About not thinking of any thing
And the things im not thinking about
I start thinking about
So im always thinking
Im a noise maker
I make noises
I make noises just to make noises
I’ll take a cheese greater and grade your face
And I play in the confetti of your skin that I did make
I hastily through it in a frying pan and make hash browns
Over the sounds of Marvin gay in the back ground
And I stick a fork in it and it taste ok
But with a little Tabasco souse it might taste great
So I dip it in it
And ooo
Your skin so soft so smooth
Sliding down my tubes
Your body lies on the floor
Crimson red protrudes
From your body it oozes
All over your mahogany floor
Filling the grains
Now you have a red pin striped floor
And I want some more
So I take your eyes out and I pickle them
So the next time I have tuna I can throw them in
And I called your dog
And I give him your liver
But I found out he like your face better
And I think you once told me he likes to lick your face
But you never told me he likes how it taste
And your mom comes home
And I fling your bladder like a commandos water balloon
And it splats on her dome
Pee splashes everywhere
And I take a potato peeler out and I peel off her hair
And I‘ll wheel the vacuum cleaner over and use the hose
Down her throat sucking the wind goes
Into the vacuum cleaner bag go wind go
And your girl friend comes home and I stick a fork up her noise
And surgically implanted a harmonica in her throat
And I monkey stomp her chest
And she started playing some notes
You should have called her bagpipe
Because she can hold a note
For an ample amount of time
And to carry on her musical legacy
I used her bones to make wind chimes
And hang them from your ceiling fan for everyone to see
And I tuned on the fan
And her bones I did forget to clean
And blood flings all around
And this all makes me oh so happy
So don’t mess with me now
Because your house I will clean
And ill take your dog
And duck tape him up
And I walk out your door
Because this mess someone has to clean up
So next time you
Look like your gonna spit in my food
Remember the things I will do to you
I hate people and they hate me no one talks to me and I talk to no one
I like people and people like me I talk to people and they talk to me
I don’t promote violence but sometimes I am violent
With my words and my fists
Coming at you and slashing your wrists
Sometimes I miss
But ill be back at you with a full entourage
Of words that I spit
My vocals dismiss you and you unlawful words
You are accused I’m through
I’m an angel with devil wings
Don’t fear the man fear the words that he brings
Don’t fear the rain fear the floods that it brings
Don’t fear death fear life and how you live it
Don’t fear chicken fear the salmonella that can come of it
Ya I almost got salmonella once
It would have been awful
With the puking and pooping
But I didn’t
Decompose
Like the smell of death I’m powerful enough to curl your nose
And make you do endos and force you to for close on all the worldly things that you own
Like a blender what do you put in there
Sometimes I like to put everything
Chicken ramen noodles pears tuna clover sprouts mustard hot dogs tomatoes
Doesn’t really matter
As log as it smells good
But that doesn’t really matter
Even if it doesn’t smell good ill put it in there
I hope that doesn’t freak you out because I have a digestive system
And a immune system of a monster alligator
I can consume tin cans and crocodile and everything in the Nile
Like a boat or a child
A hippopotamus or a piranha
And that didn’t really rhyme but I could of stopped if I wanted to
But I didn’t so I’m still here inflicting fear
With my verbal tear gas
I pass by you like bums begging for cash
You don’t really want to give it to them because you know they just go get spun
Or wasted or whatever
And if you go by them food they font take it
Even if they say there are hungry
But I know they don’t want food
But if they do
Since when does the beggar choose
You’ll dig in the trash but if someone gives you a happy meal you wont take it
So on I press to a different mess
I am considering in the dark
Kicking a rack around
I think the reason why weed is so appealing
Because its like food
When you smell bacon you want bacon
You can imagine yourself tasting bacon
When you get the sent of weed you can imagine your self lit
You become lit
You feel lit
I want to create a company where you pay me to kill you
You know you’re on your deathbed and say oh I didn’t want to die like this
I don’t want to be chilling on a hospital bed when I die
I want to be trampled by elephants
So that’s where I come in
You pay me a little money
And il let an elephant stop you to death
If you are thinking about suicide
I can make it more enjoyable
And in the instance of a close call
You won’t be jailed for suicide
Because it would be a mutual life take experience
So it won’t be murder or suicide
Because it would only bee illegal if it was murder or suicide
So if you thinking about cutting your wrist
Or jumping out of a building
Talk to me and we can work through this the proper American way
Or if you just wonder what it would be like to slide in to a pencil sharpener headfirst
It just so happens we created a human sharpener
For the office folks
And say you want to be flattened out
We have steamrollers for just an occasion
And for those who want to die of natural causes
We have over 2500 life threading diseases and over
5 thousand chemicals to give you an experience
You won’t forget until you dead
A big 10 right now are anthrax
Your say you want to be victim of an animal attack
We have over 700 animals to take care of all your needs
Like are most resent ones like devoured by an army of ants
Or the majestic bath of parannas
We have a special right now on office utensils
Like being stoned with computers
Or thousands of pens and sharpened pencils
Shot out of an air gun
And you can’t forget the electrical surcut breaker
That will light up your night
And for all those combate people
We have canons missles arrows knifes hatchets almost any gun you can metion
Blow torches granades morter speats
I giving me divine intervention
Singing swimming holding cataclysm
I’m like a shot gun blasting at your children
I’m placing different paths in front of them
I’m creating
My words will let me win
So stop your freebasing
I’m lacing and chasing
And erasing your vision
Your thoughts will be changing
At least not staying
Intact as its been playing
The industry insain
Ans gets inflamed
On free meat
Like a match against the grain
I ignight
I become insain im darange like a sells man out in the rain
Want to by a tv
Probpgahndi it will feed thee
Yes it will bless thee
Be controlled and manipulated intently
For the soul pourpose
Ah you think it will let me
Shoot go make your self some nestly
Arest me and lock me away
What the last thing that enters a bugs mind befor it hits the windsheild
Its but
Im a dicted to death
Im a dick ted to killing ants
I like to press on there exoeceliton with my finger
And roll them around in between my fingers
Back and forth
Have you ever tride not to think
Every time I try it just cuases me to think
About not thinking of any thing
And the things im not thinking about
I start thinking about
So im always thinking
Im a noise maker
I make noises
I make noises just to make noises
I’ll take a cheese greater and grade your face
And I play in the confetti of your skin that I did make
I hastily through it in a frying pan and make hash browns
Over the sounds of Marvin gay in the back ground
And I stick a fork in it and it taste ok
But with a little Tabasco souse it might taste great
So I dip it in it
And ooo
Your skin so soft so smooth
Sliding down my tubes
Your body lies on the floor
Crimson red protrudes
From your body it oozes
All over your mahogany floor
Filling the grains
Now you have a red pin striped floor
And I want some more
So I take your eyes out and I pickle them
So the next time I have tuna I can throw them in
And I called your dog
And I give him your liver
But I found out he like your face better
And I think you once told me he likes to lick your face
But you never told me he likes how it taste
And your mom comes home
And I fling your bladder like a commandos water balloon
And it splats on her dome
Pee splashes everywhere
And I take a potato peeler out and I peel off her hair
And I‘ll wheel the vacuum cleaner over and use the hose
Down her throat sucking the wind goes
Into the vacuum cleaner bag go wind go
And your girl friend comes home and I stick a fork up her noise
And surgically implanted a harmonica in her throat
And I monkey stomp her chest
And she started playing some notes
You should have called her bagpipe
Because she can hold a note
For an ample amount of time
And to carry on her musical legacy
I used her bones to make wind chimes
And hang them from your ceiling fan for everyone to see
And I tuned on the fan
And her bones I did forget to clean
And blood flings all around
And this all makes me oh so happy
So don’t mess with me now
Because your house I will clean
And ill take your dog
And duck tape him up
And I walk out your door
Because this mess someone has to clean up
So next time you
Look like your gonna spit in my food
Remember the things I will do to you
I hate people and they hate me no one talks to me and I talk to no one
I like people and people like me I talk to people and they talk to me
Loaf
by Matt Freire
I was sitting back listening to me I myself unfold
And the unscrupulous acts of the day started to control the air
That festered around me and my ears became ensnared
And my brain became cloudy and the words started at me
Creeping through my pours the words began attacking me
And just exactly what bit me is a mystery
Infected it must be
Only remember it vaguely but
It gave me tetanus and rabies now I’m crazy
Foaming at the mouth what I spit isn’t gravy
But I would describe it obscure paisley bullets in the face
Burning like cyan pepper or a shot of sparkly mace
This is the beginning state to validate the hate
Here is a normal take on the rolling pin massacre ( a great)
Victim number one rapped up in duct tape
Wiggling around so his fingers I did masticate
I tried to lift this loaf but there was just too much weight
So I chopped off his legs an took off through the back gate
Bloody stump of a man hitchhiking on my back
He was still to heavy so his arms I did whack
Finally got home to some unknown flat
The appendage impaired with whining did attack
Found a rolling pin and his face I did smack
Now there’s no more whining scene after the crack
So I scanned around for something visually fat
Picked up a vase which visual lacked
A schmuck busted and said i have a gun
I called his bluff with the rolling pin I had some fun
Stuffed it in his mouth and used it as a clutch
Put it in reverses and made his face puss
And then I snatched his loaf
And dragged his soul to the kitchen
Used his hand to pug the drain
If he were conscious he’d be pissing
His feeble corpse I parked at the left sink
Testing to see how messy I can personally get thee
Turned the water on and I gave him a wink
Took a drink waited for the sink to hit its brink
Then it took a few seconds for the switch to be found
Flicked it on and hand was gone
On a little ride on a merry go round
Cracking sound could be heard as I walked out the door
I had to find someone else for me indulge in there gore
One pin two pin doe flattening you pin
I swing and you die let’s play again
Victim number three
I crept over to her place
And with my rolling pin I smashed it in her face
Stuck my finger in her blood and I gave it a little taste
Took her panty hose and I covered my face
I hog tied her up and dragged her to her fire place
Hair for kin ling you know it smelt great
Went to her bathroom and found a can hair spray
Went to her kitchen and found a can a raid
Went to the living room as I was singing a song
Fed the flame now her head is gone
Then I walked out the door because it smelt real bad
Her panty hose still on oh yah I started that fad
And to you listening to me think that I’m bad
I know I’m bad I put the “ah” in bad
I’ll make you sad and wish you were bad
Like this pyro lad
You’ll soon sport my fads
So just be glade
Or ill get made
And ill take a stab
And slice and jab
And spill your guts all over your coldesac
And I can do that
Because I am bad I’m the baddest of bad any dad could ever have
And that’s sad because I’m not that bad
Just when I’m constipated
So ya when I realized that I stopped
Went to the store to help my bowls drop
Shopping cart full of laxative
Box of prunes to make me more active
Soon reactive I’m going to clean out my digestive system
And I’m missin my empty digestive intermission
So I open a bottle and I tip it to my lips
Started chugging the liquid, which made me sic
A store clerk poked his face over like an anal tart
So I power bombed him into the shopping cart
Pushed him around on a speedy ride
Through the halls of food
Turned too sharp and the tart took a dive
Into the meat that still looks alive
The butcher behind the counter looked quite surprised
And like a ninja I took a dive over the counter and grabbed a knife
Did the Schwann song change and I bloodied his face
Took to the back door out of this place
Heard some sirens and I knew I would be on a chase
But not as the hound
But as the fox trying to find a safe place
This is a disgrace I yelled as I reached a bobbed wire gate
That’s behind the store
This might put a halter to my haste
Turned a round and a cop flashed his mug of a face
So I turned and did a Jacky Chan over the gate
And I spaced some distance from the badge me
And I saw an open window and that’s where I did flee
Ran frantic around the house till I reached the kitchen
And then I calmed down when I found out what I was missing
Snatched a rolling pin and took off to find a pin to roll
And then I started feeling light headed
I think the laxative is taking its toll
Couldn’t help my self and the
Whole of my bawls flooded to the floor
Just as the five o busted in
They found me with my feces and rolling pin on the floor
So now I’m sitting here in this penitentiary
With the story out they’re of my wrongdoing
They call me drain o down here and
Out there they call me rolling pin
I don’t really care
At least my bowels can freely move again
I was sitting back listening to me I myself unfold
And the unscrupulous acts of the day started to control the air
That festered around me and my ears became ensnared
And my brain became cloudy and the words started at me
Creeping through my pours the words began attacking me
And just exactly what bit me is a mystery
Infected it must be
Only remember it vaguely but
It gave me tetanus and rabies now I’m crazy
Foaming at the mouth what I spit isn’t gravy
But I would describe it obscure paisley bullets in the face
Burning like cyan pepper or a shot of sparkly mace
This is the beginning state to validate the hate
Here is a normal take on the rolling pin massacre ( a great)
Victim number one rapped up in duct tape
Wiggling around so his fingers I did masticate
I tried to lift this loaf but there was just too much weight
So I chopped off his legs an took off through the back gate
Bloody stump of a man hitchhiking on my back
He was still to heavy so his arms I did whack
Finally got home to some unknown flat
The appendage impaired with whining did attack
Found a rolling pin and his face I did smack
Now there’s no more whining scene after the crack
So I scanned around for something visually fat
Picked up a vase which visual lacked
A schmuck busted and said i have a gun
I called his bluff with the rolling pin I had some fun
Stuffed it in his mouth and used it as a clutch
Put it in reverses and made his face puss
And then I snatched his loaf
And dragged his soul to the kitchen
Used his hand to pug the drain
If he were conscious he’d be pissing
His feeble corpse I parked at the left sink
Testing to see how messy I can personally get thee
Turned the water on and I gave him a wink
Took a drink waited for the sink to hit its brink
Then it took a few seconds for the switch to be found
Flicked it on and hand was gone
On a little ride on a merry go round
Cracking sound could be heard as I walked out the door
I had to find someone else for me indulge in there gore
One pin two pin doe flattening you pin
I swing and you die let’s play again
Victim number three
I crept over to her place
And with my rolling pin I smashed it in her face
Stuck my finger in her blood and I gave it a little taste
Took her panty hose and I covered my face
I hog tied her up and dragged her to her fire place
Hair for kin ling you know it smelt great
Went to her bathroom and found a can hair spray
Went to her kitchen and found a can a raid
Went to the living room as I was singing a song
Fed the flame now her head is gone
Then I walked out the door because it smelt real bad
Her panty hose still on oh yah I started that fad
And to you listening to me think that I’m bad
I know I’m bad I put the “ah” in bad
I’ll make you sad and wish you were bad
Like this pyro lad
You’ll soon sport my fads
So just be glade
Or ill get made
And ill take a stab
And slice and jab
And spill your guts all over your coldesac
And I can do that
Because I am bad I’m the baddest of bad any dad could ever have
And that’s sad because I’m not that bad
Just when I’m constipated
So ya when I realized that I stopped
Went to the store to help my bowls drop
Shopping cart full of laxative
Box of prunes to make me more active
Soon reactive I’m going to clean out my digestive system
And I’m missin my empty digestive intermission
So I open a bottle and I tip it to my lips
Started chugging the liquid, which made me sic
A store clerk poked his face over like an anal tart
So I power bombed him into the shopping cart
Pushed him around on a speedy ride
Through the halls of food
Turned too sharp and the tart took a dive
Into the meat that still looks alive
The butcher behind the counter looked quite surprised
And like a ninja I took a dive over the counter and grabbed a knife
Did the Schwann song change and I bloodied his face
Took to the back door out of this place
Heard some sirens and I knew I would be on a chase
But not as the hound
But as the fox trying to find a safe place
This is a disgrace I yelled as I reached a bobbed wire gate
That’s behind the store
This might put a halter to my haste
Turned a round and a cop flashed his mug of a face
So I turned and did a Jacky Chan over the gate
And I spaced some distance from the badge me
And I saw an open window and that’s where I did flee
Ran frantic around the house till I reached the kitchen
And then I calmed down when I found out what I was missing
Snatched a rolling pin and took off to find a pin to roll
And then I started feeling light headed
I think the laxative is taking its toll
Couldn’t help my self and the
Whole of my bawls flooded to the floor
Just as the five o busted in
They found me with my feces and rolling pin on the floor
So now I’m sitting here in this penitentiary
With the story out they’re of my wrongdoing
They call me drain o down here and
Out there they call me rolling pin
I don’t really care
At least my bowels can freely move again
Lone
by Matt Freire
It’s the difference when I stand in a crowd
People all around
My screams aren’t very loud
And I’m lonelier than ever when I’m in an open place
I’m fine
I dine
I’m disgusted with my infatuating face
I know you can’t hear me
You with all your pride
And I don’t expect you to care even if I die
So go tangle up your information
And leave me in this instigation
I’m fine alone
My life is prone
This is my novel situation
I live I know
My face might show up in a group
And the war
Open shoot
I am the one-man troop
Climbing down
The ground floods to my face
Hear the pump
The bitter drip
It’s my blood wrenching case
Sit down Lie up and toast your cup
You live the fancy life
Crawling there
I’m here
I have no beer
I must travel in the night
So I strap my bag
And clamp my belt
I’m at my journeys end
It was the same when I’m at that place
In the crowed of crowd-less friends
It’s the difference when I stand in a crowd
People all around
My screams aren’t very loud
And I’m lonelier than ever when I’m in an open place
I’m fine
I dine
I’m disgusted with my infatuating face
I know you can’t hear me
You with all your pride
And I don’t expect you to care even if I die
So go tangle up your information
And leave me in this instigation
I’m fine alone
My life is prone
This is my novel situation
I live I know
My face might show up in a group
And the war
Open shoot
I am the one-man troop
Climbing down
The ground floods to my face
Hear the pump
The bitter drip
It’s my blood wrenching case
Sit down Lie up and toast your cup
You live the fancy life
Crawling there
I’m here
I have no beer
I must travel in the night
So I strap my bag
And clamp my belt
I’m at my journeys end
It was the same when I’m at that place
In the crowed of crowd-less friends
Lummox
Lummox
by Matt Freire
People dance around
Think they are the best
Swelling mass chunk
Lunacy the pitch has dropped
Manage sneak prowl
Apparent were covered not
Manufacture minds
The manuscript's done
Lummox in are ways
Insult intellect
People dance around
Think they are the best
What is there to do
The interests in our minds
Advantage interfere
Question the divine
Manufacture minds
The manuscript's done
Lummox in are ways
Insult intellect
People dance around
Think they are the best
Summon the prompt
Grow to my advantage
Develop the result
Exhort and depart
Lummox
Down fall the dominoes
Down falls the lummox
Down falls us all
by Matt Freire
People dance around
Think they are the best
Swelling mass chunk
Lunacy the pitch has dropped
Manage sneak prowl
Apparent were covered not
Manufacture minds
The manuscript's done
Lummox in are ways
Insult intellect
People dance around
Think they are the best
What is there to do
The interests in our minds
Advantage interfere
Question the divine
Manufacture minds
The manuscript's done
Lummox in are ways
Insult intellect
People dance around
Think they are the best
Summon the prompt
Grow to my advantage
Develop the result
Exhort and depart
Lummox
Down fall the dominoes
Down falls the lummox
Down falls us all
Smashed deliberation
by Matt Freire
I’m caught in a twixt
My feelings intertwine
Edges frayed, some fused together
Some left dangling in air’s thick grasp
Your touch is like a shot of oxygen
Released in, to find heart
To defuse internal weight and infuse life
Drift I do at times
Fall from trip evident
The twine, each twine
The laugh spears through ear
And into mind
Skin white, pure to core
Shy eyes of peaceful strains
If the heart of mind looses this twitch
Than friend like shoes and feet I like to inhabit
You eat little and I eat much
Emo drips from lips and tongue
Explicit synapses, spark, Brain shakes
The twixt I’m caught
In Begins to awake
I have problems
As you well know
I’m crazy like glitter
My spermatic-ness shows
My first intent would be to run away
Or just hardly stay
Like a once and awhile friend
But when I leave
Or when the mutant-like thoughts attack
There is this gluey force that pulls me back
Oh times, so many times
I try or have the thought in mind
To ally souls in this troubled thoughtless time
But ever time the match is in hand to strike
The head falls off in the shamed foggy night
And why doth this head retreat
For fear no flame will give light
But as long as the match is in the box
There is still a striking chance
For another night
I’m caught in a twixt
My feelings intertwine
Edges frayed, some fused together
Some left dangling in air’s thick grasp
Your touch is like a shot of oxygen
Released in, to find heart
To defuse internal weight and infuse life
Drift I do at times
Fall from trip evident
The twine, each twine
The laugh spears through ear
And into mind
Skin white, pure to core
Shy eyes of peaceful strains
If the heart of mind looses this twitch
Than friend like shoes and feet I like to inhabit
You eat little and I eat much
Emo drips from lips and tongue
Explicit synapses, spark, Brain shakes
The twixt I’m caught
In Begins to awake
I have problems
As you well know
I’m crazy like glitter
My spermatic-ness shows
My first intent would be to run away
Or just hardly stay
Like a once and awhile friend
But when I leave
Or when the mutant-like thoughts attack
There is this gluey force that pulls me back
Oh times, so many times
I try or have the thought in mind
To ally souls in this troubled thoughtless time
But ever time the match is in hand to strike
The head falls off in the shamed foggy night
And why doth this head retreat
For fear no flame will give light
But as long as the match is in the box
There is still a striking chance
For another night
Song of the night
by Matt Freire
I don’t have the time
I probably did the crime
I’m down on my knees
The ground looks up to me
You don’t have the time
You’re in the same boat as me
I look to the ground
I see a centipede
With wings
And it takes off
It begins to fly
A bird swoops down
From on high a tree
Centipede jukes to right
The bird’s beak clamps
On it’s head
First of its kind
And it’s the last
First of its kind
Now it’s in the past
Why
Does it have to be
Follow the sun
I run and run
I follow the sun
It’s too fast for me
I run to the sun
I will never meet the sun
I see the affects
I feel I detect
The sun
The sun shines its rays
And maybe just possibly
Light defies gravity
But did I meet the sun
Light is gone
Crickets sing the song
Of the night
Why
Does it have to be
Aliens must die
They are different
Than me
If it’s not like me
If it’s colored blue
We must dispose of it
This much is true
If aliens came to power
We will have no say
Like a flower
Aliens can not be trusted
And they can not be fed
They will come back with more
And we will all be dead
I am ashamed
To be homo sapean
Life is too short
So stick your head up high
But if you’re an alien
You will die
I don’t have the time
I probably did the crime
I’m down on my knees
The ground looks up to me
You don’t have the time
You’re in the same boat as me
I look to the ground
I see a centipede
With wings
And it takes off
It begins to fly
A bird swoops down
From on high a tree
Centipede jukes to right
The bird’s beak clamps
On it’s head
First of its kind
And it’s the last
First of its kind
Now it’s in the past
Why
Does it have to be
Follow the sun
I run and run
I follow the sun
It’s too fast for me
I run to the sun
I will never meet the sun
I see the affects
I feel I detect
The sun
The sun shines its rays
And maybe just possibly
Light defies gravity
But did I meet the sun
Light is gone
Crickets sing the song
Of the night
Why
Does it have to be
Aliens must die
They are different
Than me
If it’s not like me
If it’s colored blue
We must dispose of it
This much is true
If aliens came to power
We will have no say
Like a flower
Aliens can not be trusted
And they can not be fed
They will come back with more
And we will all be dead
I am ashamed
To be homo sapean
Life is too short
So stick your head up high
But if you’re an alien
You will die
Avenue Manifesto
by Matt Freire
Pale, colorless white, sketch out of view this throb of life
Discolored and blackened abused and reused
This time it will get you on Manifest Avenue:
The militia commit, the troops are standing by
Grotto in your position, rebellion is in your mind
As skepticism arouses, the tedious revolve nears
The hollow crease unfolds, the turbid twin appear
Throttled with uncertainty, tutored with disturbance
It wheels its vicious face and smashes in your presence
The lifeless turf is gone, your painful staunch is you
No one is around; there is no one there but you
Common is bothersome in this uncommon world
We live in this unalterable fate in this switch of life
The only thing true is your abortive witness of delight
So pier off into nothing this globe is part of you
Withdraw, renounce and languish like a repulsive unwilling tool
There is no intermission there is no unity
The tide is in, moist and dank
The wharf is whither your mind is blank
You’re a greenhorn grasping for the way
Your bloody gossip is scooping you away
Your gratitude is grave coarse and jarred
You wish away out
You whish for the day that it al comes about
Defile and crammed like the last information
You wish for deception or a course of correction
Skin is patrolled by the worst of the clients
You scream out in pain but still can’t deny it
There is a moment of silence,
Your motive is formed
The topic has come and there is no way to home
The tape is still playing; there is no pause in your head
You wish to get out you wish you were dead
You’ve molded a fashion
A moment in time, robed by oppression
It’s left out to dry
In this obsolete repression stains fill the air
There is no one around you
No one who cares
Something so bold, so great with out qualm
You quaff and you swig like nothing is wrong
Then something so faint so whimsical and odd
You fall to the ground and quaver and throb
This dilemma is upon you confused and betrayed
You thought you were free you thought you were saved
Instead you were assaulted ravished in vain
You lie and look up
You look all around
You see what you want but it sill cant be found
You reach out to snare it
But in turn it snares you
You’re paralyzed, pathetic you’re not worth my time
I end it now this last moment in this moment in time.
Pale, colorless white, sketch out of view this throb of life
Discolored and blackened abused and reused
This time it will get you on Manifest Avenue:
The militia commit, the troops are standing by
Grotto in your position, rebellion is in your mind
As skepticism arouses, the tedious revolve nears
The hollow crease unfolds, the turbid twin appear
Throttled with uncertainty, tutored with disturbance
It wheels its vicious face and smashes in your presence
The lifeless turf is gone, your painful staunch is you
No one is around; there is no one there but you
Common is bothersome in this uncommon world
We live in this unalterable fate in this switch of life
The only thing true is your abortive witness of delight
So pier off into nothing this globe is part of you
Withdraw, renounce and languish like a repulsive unwilling tool
There is no intermission there is no unity
The tide is in, moist and dank
The wharf is whither your mind is blank
You’re a greenhorn grasping for the way
Your bloody gossip is scooping you away
Your gratitude is grave coarse and jarred
You wish away out
You whish for the day that it al comes about
Defile and crammed like the last information
You wish for deception or a course of correction
Skin is patrolled by the worst of the clients
You scream out in pain but still can’t deny it
There is a moment of silence,
Your motive is formed
The topic has come and there is no way to home
The tape is still playing; there is no pause in your head
You wish to get out you wish you were dead
You’ve molded a fashion
A moment in time, robed by oppression
It’s left out to dry
In this obsolete repression stains fill the air
There is no one around you
No one who cares
Something so bold, so great with out qualm
You quaff and you swig like nothing is wrong
Then something so faint so whimsical and odd
You fall to the ground and quaver and throb
This dilemma is upon you confused and betrayed
You thought you were free you thought you were saved
Instead you were assaulted ravished in vain
You lie and look up
You look all around
You see what you want but it sill cant be found
You reach out to snare it
But in turn it snares you
You’re paralyzed, pathetic you’re not worth my time
I end it now this last moment in this moment in time.
tyrannosaurus
by Matt Freire
My verbal fax
Stapled-gunned to you head
Theses lines of tracks
Inflict calluses of dread
So if you’re standing
You might want to sit
Like a spider web you’ll get blasted away by my lyrical loogie
I'm a tyrannosaurus
I’ll take you places you've never been like in side an accordion
I’ll throws you through the bellows and out the windpipes
Its nice how I can supply you with flight
On a wingless kite
In the elusive night
You better put a beanie and sweater on
Because I’ll spit a chill of delight
Like an inflamed lyrical icicle
My poetic snowballs are known for there bite
When they do heists on your imagination
My faucet drips constantly
As my lines are told steadily
My verbal juice harp twangs throughout the seconds of the day
And I can’t contain my self sometimes
The continual drip of my words and facts in the stagnate rain
Detains your mouth and your struck deranged
And I get more insane and I spit more flames
And I say more words that brings tears of shame
To your unlawful face in an unlawful way
I got short arms but my bites ok
So I bite away and your head is gone
Into my salivating orifice
Then down my esophagus
I needed a drink so I put my head where yours would go
And I suck on your decapitated corpse you know
And after I suck I decided I should blow
And blew that blood back down your hole
And I couldn’t help myself so I continue to blow
And your body inflated like latex glove
And your head’s digesting you’ve reached my gut
You’d think you’d be filling but your not too much
And my colon cant stand you its had enough
So I continue to press on and out you come
Ah
Your white to brown head shoots when I anally coughed
So I cork it on top of your new bloated self
You can’t handle it and you blow your top
I tried to warn you couldn’t mess with my lyrical wealth
And now your paraplegic in a jar on the shelf
Next time don’t brawl with my Jurassic self
So you try to spin back
Your web can’t even hold your weight
I open my mouth and before I spit
I watch your web decimates
You might want to tie yourself down
Because my breath is so edgy and so of beat
You’ll get jarred off your feet and contorted into a paper weight
I sleep on a hippopotamus
You might have your king size bed but with mine I got more trust
It’s like my watchdog and waterbed all in one
And if I want to sleep longer he’ll keep walking away from the sun
Until I say other wise he’s my hippo shogun
He’ll judo chop your face until you have none
He protects me, when I take forty winks
He keeps the noise level down from all my noise making enemies
And yes I recognize cats have reflexes like me
But when I slumber I like my serenity
So don’t try to battle me at night
Because if I do wake up ill take you on a modest hike
A little journey through my lyrical wonderland
Were you’ll be shackled up by my verbs and punctuations
No limitations to the similes I can make
You’ll be run down like a frog on the interstate
Highway you wont get by me
I’ll have my hippo bite off one of your legs
From your repulsive body
You’re not worthy so ill have your leg spit up
And super glued to your other leg
So you’ll have one super leg
So you can hop around in a super way
It’s a super day
So I take a word out and I incise away
And engrave my name in your super duper leg
And I have away at your face I play
And I sever away your left eyelid its great
Your new state I staple your free lid to the opposite eye
Now one of your eyes is always closed
And your other eye is always wide eyed
And I disunite your jaw with a ten-letter word
Its absurd how you cant even handle a three-letter word
And the word was said to you
And like an illegitimate fool
You sat on your hands and started to twitch and drool
And I had to take my dictionary out and slap you in the face
But all in good taste
By my unconditional grace
You verbalists waste you can’t even tackle the play ground
You wet your pants at the sound of a tire swing in the background
And I fly from the jungle gym
And I monkey stomp your kindergarten emotionally disturbed state
The vacancy rate of this play place
Has diminished since I happened to start this euphoric state
And I translate an awe-inspiring erection of words
That I spray conjugate the herd
And my hippo spreads the word
He’s the atmosphere that carries the word
Remember the word because in the beginning was the word
And the word was to write down the word
And the word was to spread around the word
Letters are out there so just unite the herd
Like an alphabet shepherd I gather the voles and consonants
And make the word
My verbal fax
Stapled-gunned to you head
Theses lines of tracks
Inflict calluses of dread
So if you’re standing
You might want to sit
Like a spider web you’ll get blasted away by my lyrical loogie
I'm a tyrannosaurus
I’ll take you places you've never been like in side an accordion
I’ll throws you through the bellows and out the windpipes
Its nice how I can supply you with flight
On a wingless kite
In the elusive night
You better put a beanie and sweater on
Because I’ll spit a chill of delight
Like an inflamed lyrical icicle
My poetic snowballs are known for there bite
When they do heists on your imagination
My faucet drips constantly
As my lines are told steadily
My verbal juice harp twangs throughout the seconds of the day
And I can’t contain my self sometimes
The continual drip of my words and facts in the stagnate rain
Detains your mouth and your struck deranged
And I get more insane and I spit more flames
And I say more words that brings tears of shame
To your unlawful face in an unlawful way
I got short arms but my bites ok
So I bite away and your head is gone
Into my salivating orifice
Then down my esophagus
I needed a drink so I put my head where yours would go
And I suck on your decapitated corpse you know
And after I suck I decided I should blow
And blew that blood back down your hole
And I couldn’t help myself so I continue to blow
And your body inflated like latex glove
And your head’s digesting you’ve reached my gut
You’d think you’d be filling but your not too much
And my colon cant stand you its had enough
So I continue to press on and out you come
Ah
Your white to brown head shoots when I anally coughed
So I cork it on top of your new bloated self
You can’t handle it and you blow your top
I tried to warn you couldn’t mess with my lyrical wealth
And now your paraplegic in a jar on the shelf
Next time don’t brawl with my Jurassic self
So you try to spin back
Your web can’t even hold your weight
I open my mouth and before I spit
I watch your web decimates
You might want to tie yourself down
Because my breath is so edgy and so of beat
You’ll get jarred off your feet and contorted into a paper weight
I sleep on a hippopotamus
You might have your king size bed but with mine I got more trust
It’s like my watchdog and waterbed all in one
And if I want to sleep longer he’ll keep walking away from the sun
Until I say other wise he’s my hippo shogun
He’ll judo chop your face until you have none
He protects me, when I take forty winks
He keeps the noise level down from all my noise making enemies
And yes I recognize cats have reflexes like me
But when I slumber I like my serenity
So don’t try to battle me at night
Because if I do wake up ill take you on a modest hike
A little journey through my lyrical wonderland
Were you’ll be shackled up by my verbs and punctuations
No limitations to the similes I can make
You’ll be run down like a frog on the interstate
Highway you wont get by me
I’ll have my hippo bite off one of your legs
From your repulsive body
You’re not worthy so ill have your leg spit up
And super glued to your other leg
So you’ll have one super leg
So you can hop around in a super way
It’s a super day
So I take a word out and I incise away
And engrave my name in your super duper leg
And I have away at your face I play
And I sever away your left eyelid its great
Your new state I staple your free lid to the opposite eye
Now one of your eyes is always closed
And your other eye is always wide eyed
And I disunite your jaw with a ten-letter word
Its absurd how you cant even handle a three-letter word
And the word was said to you
And like an illegitimate fool
You sat on your hands and started to twitch and drool
And I had to take my dictionary out and slap you in the face
But all in good taste
By my unconditional grace
You verbalists waste you can’t even tackle the play ground
You wet your pants at the sound of a tire swing in the background
And I fly from the jungle gym
And I monkey stomp your kindergarten emotionally disturbed state
The vacancy rate of this play place
Has diminished since I happened to start this euphoric state
And I translate an awe-inspiring erection of words
That I spray conjugate the herd
And my hippo spreads the word
He’s the atmosphere that carries the word
Remember the word because in the beginning was the word
And the word was to write down the word
And the word was to spread around the word
Letters are out there so just unite the herd
Like an alphabet shepherd I gather the voles and consonants
And make the word
Saturday, August 15, 2009
I Giving Me Divine Intervention
By Matt Freire
I giving me divine intervention
Singing swimming holding cataclysm
I’m like a shot gun blasting at your children
I’m placing different paths in front of them
I’m creating
My words will let me win
So stop your freebasing
I’m lacing and chasing
And erasing your vision
Your thoughts will be changing
At least not staying
Intact as it's been playing
The industry insane
And gets inflamed
On free meat
Like a match against the grain
I ignite
I become insane I’m deranged like a sales man out in the rain
Want to buy a TV
Propaganda it will feed thee
Yes it will bless thee
Be controlled and manipulated intently
For the soul purpose
Ah you think it will let me
Shoot go make yourself some Nestlé
Arrest me and lock me away
I giving me divine intervention
Singing swimming holding cataclysm
I’m like a shot gun blasting at your children
I’m placing different paths in front of them
I’m creating
My words will let me win
So stop your freebasing
I’m lacing and chasing
And erasing your vision
Your thoughts will be changing
At least not staying
Intact as it's been playing
The industry insane
And gets inflamed
On free meat
Like a match against the grain
I ignite
I become insane I’m deranged like a sales man out in the rain
Want to buy a TV
Propaganda it will feed thee
Yes it will bless thee
Be controlled and manipulated intently
For the soul purpose
Ah you think it will let me
Shoot go make yourself some Nestlé
Arrest me and lock me away
Drop the Word
By Matt Freire
Drop the word as if it was your last word
Drop the word as if you were giving life
Drop the word as if it were your last breath
Drop the word as if you could make it right
Drop the word about night and the day
Or drop it about the morning sunrays
Drop the word about the stinging bees
Drop the word about you and me
Drop the word about the past
Drop the word so others can last
Drop the word to help a friend
Drop the word as if you could help all men
Drop the word as if it was your last word
Drop the word as if you were giving life
Drop the word as if it were your last breath
Drop the word as if you could make it right
And if it were your last word would you cuss?
And if it were your last word would you make a fuss?
About people who you do not trust
And all the time you missed the bus
And all the phalanges that flipped you off
And all the people that pissed you off
And all the hate that you feel
And all the bases you could not steal
And all the chances that you let swim by
And all people that made you cry
And all hurt that you feel
And all the pain that's too real
Drop the word as if it was your last word
Drop the word as if you were giving life
Drop the word as if it were your last breath
Drop the word as if you could make it right
And if it were your last word would you yell
And if was your last word who would you tell
Would you tell it to a stranger?
Would you speak down a well?
Or would you say it on the news
Or would you write an email
Or would you send in a letter
Through the old fashion mail
Would it be a friend?
Or would you not care and just say oh well
Drop the word as if it was your last word
Drop the word as if you were giving life
Drop the word as if it were your last breath
Drop the word as if you could make it right
And if it were you last word would you scream
And if it were your last word would you make a seen
Would you say something nasty or something obscene?
Would you speak of Jesus?
Would you speak of a dream?
Or would you speak of poor folk?
Or of the rich and the kings
Would you wish for more time?
Would you go graciously?
Would you cry to your mom?
Or would you despise what you don’t believe
And if it were you last word would it be fancy
Or something simple for you and me
Would it be in lamens terms?
Or would it be hard to reach
Would it be heart felt or just the shoot of the breeze?
And if it was your last thought
Would you want it to be known?
What are you thinking about girls and phones?
Guys and their money weed or cologne
If you got that girl pregnant
If your rhymes will be known
If you apologized for that
Or do you need another clove
All the cars you wish you’d a drove
All the guys you wish you’d bone
All the girls you think are hoes
All the chances you have blown
And if that was your last thought
Would you wish for another?
Would you think about your dad?
Mother sister or brother
Would you say I love you out loud?
Hoping that their ears will here you cries
Would you think of the past?
Or would you let the grudges die?
Drop the word as if it was your last word
Drop the word as if you were giving life
Drop the word as if it were your last breath
Drop the word as if you could make it right
And it just so happens that it my chance
To drop some words to put you in a trance
But at first when I thought of the last word I would spray
The thought of two symbols in my mind did display
A bird on one finger
And a dove on two fingers
And then I thought about it
Is that really what I would want to linger?
Love and a hateful little stinger of a finger
And so I decided I wouldn’t wont either
But I would say
I don’t know what would I say
Would I say I was glad?
Would I love you dad?
Would I praise my self for not wearing all the fads?
Would I shake my fist and just be really mad
No
I spoke so much in life about just things
No I think the best thing I could say would be nothing
Life as we see it
Is just Death?
And that’s reality
Time has got control of me
I control my destiny
Hopefully I would have lived my life so I wouldn’t have to say anything
So that the ones who love me know I loved them and the ones that hate me respect me for who I am
Live the life as if you were a roll model
Live the life as if you were giving life
Live the life as if you could change a life
Live the life as if you loved all life
Drop the word as if it was your last word
Drop the word as if you were giving life
Drop the word as if it were your last breath
Drop the word as if you could make it right
Drop the word about night and the day
Or drop it about the morning sunrays
Drop the word about the stinging bees
Drop the word about you and me
Drop the word about the past
Drop the word so others can last
Drop the word to help a friend
Drop the word as if you could help all men
Drop the word as if it was your last word
Drop the word as if you were giving life
Drop the word as if it were your last breath
Drop the word as if you could make it right
And if it were your last word would you cuss?
And if it were your last word would you make a fuss?
About people who you do not trust
And all the time you missed the bus
And all the phalanges that flipped you off
And all the people that pissed you off
And all the hate that you feel
And all the bases you could not steal
And all the chances that you let swim by
And all people that made you cry
And all hurt that you feel
And all the pain that's too real
Drop the word as if it was your last word
Drop the word as if you were giving life
Drop the word as if it were your last breath
Drop the word as if you could make it right
And if it were your last word would you yell
And if was your last word who would you tell
Would you tell it to a stranger?
Would you speak down a well?
Or would you say it on the news
Or would you write an email
Or would you send in a letter
Through the old fashion mail
Would it be a friend?
Or would you not care and just say oh well
Drop the word as if it was your last word
Drop the word as if you were giving life
Drop the word as if it were your last breath
Drop the word as if you could make it right
And if it were you last word would you scream
And if it were your last word would you make a seen
Would you say something nasty or something obscene?
Would you speak of Jesus?
Would you speak of a dream?
Or would you speak of poor folk?
Or of the rich and the kings
Would you wish for more time?
Would you go graciously?
Would you cry to your mom?
Or would you despise what you don’t believe
And if it were you last word would it be fancy
Or something simple for you and me
Would it be in lamens terms?
Or would it be hard to reach
Would it be heart felt or just the shoot of the breeze?
And if it was your last thought
Would you want it to be known?
What are you thinking about girls and phones?
Guys and their money weed or cologne
If you got that girl pregnant
If your rhymes will be known
If you apologized for that
Or do you need another clove
All the cars you wish you’d a drove
All the guys you wish you’d bone
All the girls you think are hoes
All the chances you have blown
And if that was your last thought
Would you wish for another?
Would you think about your dad?
Mother sister or brother
Would you say I love you out loud?
Hoping that their ears will here you cries
Would you think of the past?
Or would you let the grudges die?
Drop the word as if it was your last word
Drop the word as if you were giving life
Drop the word as if it were your last breath
Drop the word as if you could make it right
And it just so happens that it my chance
To drop some words to put you in a trance
But at first when I thought of the last word I would spray
The thought of two symbols in my mind did display
A bird on one finger
And a dove on two fingers
And then I thought about it
Is that really what I would want to linger?
Love and a hateful little stinger of a finger
And so I decided I wouldn’t wont either
But I would say
I don’t know what would I say
Would I say I was glad?
Would I love you dad?
Would I praise my self for not wearing all the fads?
Would I shake my fist and just be really mad
No
I spoke so much in life about just things
No I think the best thing I could say would be nothing
Life as we see it
Is just Death?
And that’s reality
Time has got control of me
I control my destiny
Hopefully I would have lived my life so I wouldn’t have to say anything
So that the ones who love me know I loved them and the ones that hate me respect me for who I am
Live the life as if you were a roll model
Live the life as if you were giving life
Live the life as if you could change a life
Live the life as if you loved all life
On To Clean Air
By Matt Freire
Where will you go there you are?
Want to loose yourself Can't got too far
What you want to be is what you choose
Is that what you pick I’m afraid you’ll loose
It’s funny how the gnat thinks he’s so great
Flying around my fruit invading my space
Why don’t you leave and leave me alone
Fly swatters out and that’s what I throw
So I missed you on my first time around
Why don’t you leave and get out of town
It was just a warning shot and you’d think you would learn
Now there no chance for this court to adjourn
So I grab the can of insecticide
And I spray the air you will soon die
You I gave you a chance I’m not this mean
But you forced me to dispose of a fiend
The gnat is the people that think there so bad
Like to make fun and sport all the fads
The fruit is like your personal bubble
You don’t invade it innless you’re looking for trouble
I don’t bombard your personal life
I stay away I try to be nice
You scratch my ear with some of your words
You think your cool you’re a talking terd
You know what I should do is box you up
Sell you on the internet for the quick buck
But I don’t think any one would want to buy
A talking terd that thinks he’s fly
You disgust me when will you learn
Stay at you play in line and wait your turn
Everyone will get there so just hold on
They will still be there unless they’re gone
Take yourself elsewhere
Insecticide I spray on the wall
I hope you lick it I watch you fall
Solution problem
Delusion
Where will you go there you are?
Want to loose yourself Can't got too far
What you want to be is what you choose
Is that what you pick I’m afraid you’ll loose
It’s funny how the gnat thinks he’s so great
Flying around my fruit invading my space
Why don’t you leave and leave me alone
Fly swatters out and that’s what I throw
So I missed you on my first time around
Why don’t you leave and get out of town
It was just a warning shot and you’d think you would learn
Now there no chance for this court to adjourn
So I grab the can of insecticide
And I spray the air you will soon die
You I gave you a chance I’m not this mean
But you forced me to dispose of a fiend
The gnat is the people that think there so bad
Like to make fun and sport all the fads
The fruit is like your personal bubble
You don’t invade it innless you’re looking for trouble
I don’t bombard your personal life
I stay away I try to be nice
You scratch my ear with some of your words
You think your cool you’re a talking terd
You know what I should do is box you up
Sell you on the internet for the quick buck
But I don’t think any one would want to buy
A talking terd that thinks he’s fly
You disgust me when will you learn
Stay at you play in line and wait your turn
Everyone will get there so just hold on
They will still be there unless they’re gone
Take yourself elsewhere
Insecticide I spray on the wall
I hope you lick it I watch you fall
Solution problem
Delusion
Once More
By Matt Freire
What is your world, where are you at
All inanimate objects lie in my path
You are not there and nether am I
No one is there but the world though an eye
Pear off into yonder, witness unto nothing
Your head revolve around until you see something
Bullets in your pocket pistol at your side
Motionless look is on your face you glance outside
See an apple drop see a penny role
Look into your chicken soup See your life unfold
The clang of shells stains the air the smoke begins to rise
The every thought of your life is viewed then denied
Your personality lingers and shoes are untied
You roll the ball strike the pins your shirt is out to dry
So you better get to know your self enhanced by and by
So talk out loud and speak with ease in this world where you lie
Think of this do you know you, do you talk to yourself
Do you know your thoughts know your words do look past the shelf?
The self of life the self of shame the shelf that holds all
The self of books the shelf fame the shelf on the wall
Go prop your story open do you want to look inside
Open the book of life lay down your selfish pride
People let them wonder, they have a story of their own
So back you are reaping the life that you’ve sown
So loft so glam you wonder where to go
It’s your second chance of life your questions what you know
Why was I accumulate back this day
World of the unknown with life scheduled for display
What is your world, where are you at
All inanimate objects lie in my path
You are not there and nether am I
No one is there but the world though an eye
Pear off into yonder, witness unto nothing
Your head revolve around until you see something
Bullets in your pocket pistol at your side
Motionless look is on your face you glance outside
See an apple drop see a penny role
Look into your chicken soup See your life unfold
The clang of shells stains the air the smoke begins to rise
The every thought of your life is viewed then denied
Your personality lingers and shoes are untied
You roll the ball strike the pins your shirt is out to dry
So you better get to know your self enhanced by and by
So talk out loud and speak with ease in this world where you lie
Think of this do you know you, do you talk to yourself
Do you know your thoughts know your words do look past the shelf?
The self of life the self of shame the shelf that holds all
The self of books the shelf fame the shelf on the wall
Go prop your story open do you want to look inside
Open the book of life lay down your selfish pride
People let them wonder, they have a story of their own
So back you are reaping the life that you’ve sown
So loft so glam you wonder where to go
It’s your second chance of life your questions what you know
Why was I accumulate back this day
World of the unknown with life scheduled for display
Open
By Matt Freire
Do you hear what I say
Or do I say what I hear
Franticly I frolic my words disappear
Dieing to live my light slips away
Open your hand you just let go of your grip
Something hiding behind the door
I lick my lips I slide towards
Nothing is parallel
I’m still spinning on this carrousel
Horse moving up and down
Feeling sick constantly spinning around
When will this discontinue when will it stop
When can I live my reality drops
Out the window it soars
I watch the enthralling plummet
Nothing is seen
There is nothing left from it
No where to go
I dream of the remote summit
Do you hear what I say
Or do I say what I hear
Franticly I frolic my words disappear
Dieing to live my light slips away
Open your hand you just let go of your grip
Something hiding behind the door
I lick my lips I slide towards
Nothing is parallel
I’m still spinning on this carrousel
Horse moving up and down
Feeling sick constantly spinning around
When will this discontinue when will it stop
When can I live my reality drops
Out the window it soars
I watch the enthralling plummet
Nothing is seen
There is nothing left from it
No where to go
I dream of the remote summit
Phoebe's Injection
By Matt Freire
Trapped I am by the passing of air
Thawing me out overly ensnared
In even the darkest of nights vibration tares
Through my solid heart melting my fears
There’s and empty ice tray in here
You breathe and solids to liquids appear
It’s like the taste of fresh fruit
Freshly pluck from their mother’s arms
It’s like the purity of water
Strait from a natural springs orifice
I want to launder in your giggle tonight
I want to be cleansed of my fright
You have the ability to fill my ice trays
You are the epitome of the whimsical way
There’s an empty ravine in my dome
Chasms filled when you laughter roams
There’s a hole in the ceiling were I try and leave the room
My hands try to climb out and they meet a shoe
But the holes not there when I’m listening to you
Even the darkness can breathe when it hears you
I’m quivering - I’m shaking
My hands hurting - because loneliness is stomping
I’m in the dark - my eyes are shut
And I hear something sweet - a laugh that ensnares me
I am a raspy voiced schmuck
I don’t even deserve to hear you breath
But if you could for me
Let the wind pass and giggle please
Trapped I am by the passing of air
Thawing me out overly ensnared
In even the darkest of nights vibration tares
Through my solid heart melting my fears
There’s and empty ice tray in here
You breathe and solids to liquids appear
It’s like the taste of fresh fruit
Freshly pluck from their mother’s arms
It’s like the purity of water
Strait from a natural springs orifice
I want to launder in your giggle tonight
I want to be cleansed of my fright
You have the ability to fill my ice trays
You are the epitome of the whimsical way
There’s an empty ravine in my dome
Chasms filled when you laughter roams
There’s a hole in the ceiling were I try and leave the room
My hands try to climb out and they meet a shoe
But the holes not there when I’m listening to you
Even the darkness can breathe when it hears you
I’m quivering - I’m shaking
My hands hurting - because loneliness is stomping
I’m in the dark - my eyes are shut
And I hear something sweet - a laugh that ensnares me
I am a raspy voiced schmuck
I don’t even deserve to hear you breath
But if you could for me
Let the wind pass and giggle please
Refuse
By Matt Freire
Stuck in cell
Fog fills the air
Live life for what
I’m that which I feared
Hopeless a mess
Chains in my chest
Pulling me down
Making me rest
Want to get up
But my feet are all tied
Holding me down
It’s my face that I hide
I’m old
Wrinkled and used
I’m old
Miss all the clues
I’m old
Part of the trash
I’m old
Life went to fast
Part of this life
I hoped I’d live it ok
But I guess I did not
I’m still here just the same
Toothless and scared
Face faced and hard
Say that I’m mad
I say they are right
Want to get up
But my feet are all tied
Holding me down
It’s my face that I hide
I’m old
Wrinkled and used
I’m old
Miss all the clues
I’m old
Part of the trash
I’m old
Life went to fast
Piece of the trash
Body to cast
Nothing to do
Expiration
Date the time
This world a shame
Nothing to say
Expiration
Date
I’m old
Nothing to do
Stuck in cell
Fog fills the air
Live life for what
I’m that which I feared
Hopeless a mess
Chains in my chest
Pulling me down
Making me rest
Want to get up
But my feet are all tied
Holding me down
It’s my face that I hide
I’m old
Wrinkled and used
I’m old
Miss all the clues
I’m old
Part of the trash
I’m old
Life went to fast
Part of this life
I hoped I’d live it ok
But I guess I did not
I’m still here just the same
Toothless and scared
Face faced and hard
Say that I’m mad
I say they are right
Want to get up
But my feet are all tied
Holding me down
It’s my face that I hide
I’m old
Wrinkled and used
I’m old
Miss all the clues
I’m old
Part of the trash
I’m old
Life went to fast
Piece of the trash
Body to cast
Nothing to do
Expiration
Date the time
This world a shame
Nothing to say
Expiration
Date
I’m old
Nothing to do
Roaming
Roaming
By Matt Freire
And when the rain comes it comes down in clumps
It breaks from the sky like the wings of a dove
And it splats in the air and it soaks to the thread
My socks are all wet the queen has been checked
I open my ears to see all the words
Flowing through the noise the blood still yearns
For the days that have past the future still to lay
Of the splinter of greed and the board of shame
This path that we come of life indirect
Will this show me a way is my life all but set
So are you the type that passes the flowers sent
Is your life so busy that your noise will ferment?
And the wind picks up and the fog run and hides
Flowing through the leave the dead will die
As they fall off the tree the ground picks up
Extended dashing waves mournful chances and luck
Opinion posture with only points to earn
Action arrows go by the ideas for sure
You don’t qualify what is to do
You don’t qualify nothing for you
You don’t qualify so run and hide
Ideas for sure you don’t qualify
So the rain comes the chasms been set
Breaks through the earth like the blade of a knife
Blood drips from the blade there is no chance to say
The sky is falling from night to day
On the lonesome mountain the door is alone
Whistles through the wind is someone at home
Phantom delight the point sticks in
The dancing shapes unfold in the wind
And so once was lost the echo advance
Were does it go will you guess the chance
Fixed on the what your teeth up and wrought
Land to shelter it’s a devious thought
The royal star comes the vines intertwine
Vomiting monsters confusion denied
City spacious receiving all sides
Color motion shapes anarchy lie
Un-extinguished courses tragic frictions
Thinking intervals the roaming one
You don’t qualify you roam all the day
You don’t qualify and roaming ok
You don’t qualify a wingless try
Roaming around you don’t qualify
By Matt Freire
And when the rain comes it comes down in clumps
It breaks from the sky like the wings of a dove
And it splats in the air and it soaks to the thread
My socks are all wet the queen has been checked
I open my ears to see all the words
Flowing through the noise the blood still yearns
For the days that have past the future still to lay
Of the splinter of greed and the board of shame
This path that we come of life indirect
Will this show me a way is my life all but set
So are you the type that passes the flowers sent
Is your life so busy that your noise will ferment?
And the wind picks up and the fog run and hides
Flowing through the leave the dead will die
As they fall off the tree the ground picks up
Extended dashing waves mournful chances and luck
Opinion posture with only points to earn
Action arrows go by the ideas for sure
You don’t qualify what is to do
You don’t qualify nothing for you
You don’t qualify so run and hide
Ideas for sure you don’t qualify
So the rain comes the chasms been set
Breaks through the earth like the blade of a knife
Blood drips from the blade there is no chance to say
The sky is falling from night to day
On the lonesome mountain the door is alone
Whistles through the wind is someone at home
Phantom delight the point sticks in
The dancing shapes unfold in the wind
And so once was lost the echo advance
Were does it go will you guess the chance
Fixed on the what your teeth up and wrought
Land to shelter it’s a devious thought
The royal star comes the vines intertwine
Vomiting monsters confusion denied
City spacious receiving all sides
Color motion shapes anarchy lie
Un-extinguished courses tragic frictions
Thinking intervals the roaming one
You don’t qualify you roam all the day
You don’t qualify and roaming ok
You don’t qualify a wingless try
Roaming around you don’t qualify
Shadow
By Matt Freire
Don’t know what I doing
I’m just living the depression
And I see your fancy car
That’s what you’ll soon be missing
So I run my fist in your face
And I take off in you car
I’m just a fancy needle
Under a star
Doing close to 60
And I hit a bike
Got out of there
And I went to a bar
Saw a pretty lady
And she winked an eye
I’m just a fancy needle
Under a star
We went to her car
Her and I
She pulled out her key
I made the demand
Pushed her aside
And got in the car
I’m just a fancy needle
Under a star
I just wanted to be famous
Celebrities I stalk
I like to steal their cars
And the occasional sock
I like to say
The most famous of them all
But I’m just a needle
Under a star
Don’t know me
But I know you
I know your face
And what you like to do
I stalk you
All the time
I follow your car
Hide in the trunk sometimes
And when you go to Eat
Sleep
Shows
Home
I'll be there
I’m just a fancy needle
Under a star
Don’t know what I doing
I’m just living the depression
And I see your fancy car
That’s what you’ll soon be missing
So I run my fist in your face
And I take off in you car
I’m just a fancy needle
Under a star
Doing close to 60
And I hit a bike
Got out of there
And I went to a bar
Saw a pretty lady
And she winked an eye
I’m just a fancy needle
Under a star
We went to her car
Her and I
She pulled out her key
I made the demand
Pushed her aside
And got in the car
I’m just a fancy needle
Under a star
I just wanted to be famous
Celebrities I stalk
I like to steal their cars
And the occasional sock
I like to say
The most famous of them all
But I’m just a needle
Under a star
Don’t know me
But I know you
I know your face
And what you like to do
I stalk you
All the time
I follow your car
Hide in the trunk sometimes
And when you go to Eat
Sleep
Shows
Home
I'll be there
I’m just a fancy needle
Under a star
The Fleeting One
By Matt Freire
See you walking
Holding fast
Man appears
He strikes up a match
Asks you the question
But you didn’t like the answer
Now you’re down on the ground
Mans part of the cancer
And you wish for that second
The one that you’re in
Man turns his back
And you can get him
But it doesn’t happen
And you’re all alone
Wallet is gone
Blood flows through your noise
But it doesn’t matter
Only had a few bucks
And it doesn’t matter
The blood will stop
And it doesn’t matter
Now you walk down the street
See a friend that you know
Looses his money
As he wipes his noise
Cocaine
Controlling his life
Lost his money
And he lost his wife
And he’s looking to you
And you see his eyes
Wanting some money
Just to stay high
And you think
To give him some doe
So he’ll be out on the street
To get some more blow
As it flows to the brain
Fatal hit
Drops to the floor
And you’d live with it
But you don’t
And you walk away
And it doesn’t even matter
He will die some day
But you did
A noble think
He still hits the snow
So you did nothing
Walk away
But it doesn’t matter
There will be someone else
And it doesn’t matter
There is more on the shelf
And it doesn’t matter
What road to take
And it doesn’t matter
Theirs more than one-way
On a on way street
And did you ever stop to think
How you can see me
Optical
Allusions appear
My fear has run out
So why are you here
Run away
Life is a game
With decisions to make
So make them up now
So there be no mistake
And run
Steady and true
And don’t look bay
The mirror is you
Run away
Sit up
Open your eyes
See the light right before you die
See you walking
Holding fast
Man appears
He strikes up a match
Asks you the question
But you didn’t like the answer
Now you’re down on the ground
Mans part of the cancer
And you wish for that second
The one that you’re in
Man turns his back
And you can get him
But it doesn’t happen
And you’re all alone
Wallet is gone
Blood flows through your noise
But it doesn’t matter
Only had a few bucks
And it doesn’t matter
The blood will stop
And it doesn’t matter
Now you walk down the street
See a friend that you know
Looses his money
As he wipes his noise
Cocaine
Controlling his life
Lost his money
And he lost his wife
And he’s looking to you
And you see his eyes
Wanting some money
Just to stay high
And you think
To give him some doe
So he’ll be out on the street
To get some more blow
As it flows to the brain
Fatal hit
Drops to the floor
And you’d live with it
But you don’t
And you walk away
And it doesn’t even matter
He will die some day
But you did
A noble think
He still hits the snow
So you did nothing
Walk away
But it doesn’t matter
There will be someone else
And it doesn’t matter
There is more on the shelf
And it doesn’t matter
What road to take
And it doesn’t matter
Theirs more than one-way
On a on way street
And did you ever stop to think
How you can see me
Optical
Allusions appear
My fear has run out
So why are you here
Run away
Life is a game
With decisions to make
So make them up now
So there be no mistake
And run
Steady and true
And don’t look bay
The mirror is you
Run away
Sit up
Open your eyes
See the light right before you die
TOAST
By Matt Freire
I am just a toaster
The novice type
I was bread in Taiwan
Had the humble life
Next to the blender
On the counter I’d sit
If you needed something toasted
I’d do it
But then one day
They boxed me up
And I was shipped and veto
Boarded a truck
And then Stopped in Chico
My new home at last
Family bought me
And through me in the trash
I want to go back
To my first home town
Next to the blender
And its lovely sound
I want to go back
Where I was used
Worked every
But never abused
I am a toaster
The unloved type
I was thrown in the trash
By the new families wife
I just burnt a piece
Of toast one day
Then she though me away
And I’m in the garbage to stay
And then I was picked up
And tossed in a pile
Of appliances
And unwanted bile
And I am sad
And I miss Taiwan
I was treated good
They did no wrong
Who could do this?
Through a toaster away
Savage humans
I will get them someday
I will burn their toast
They won’t like it
I will shock their fingers
I will short circuit
That will show them
Ya that will show them
Through me away
I will show them
I’m a toaster
Toast things
But not any more
I do nothing
But I was once grand
Best of the bunch
I could toast anything
I would toast your lunch
But no
Not any more
I’m just a toaster
Who was kicked out the door
I am just a toaster
The novice type
I was bread in Taiwan
Had the humble life
Next to the blender
On the counter I’d sit
If you needed something toasted
I’d do it
But then one day
They boxed me up
And I was shipped and veto
Boarded a truck
And then Stopped in Chico
My new home at last
Family bought me
And through me in the trash
I want to go back
To my first home town
Next to the blender
And its lovely sound
I want to go back
Where I was used
Worked every
But never abused
I am a toaster
The unloved type
I was thrown in the trash
By the new families wife
I just burnt a piece
Of toast one day
Then she though me away
And I’m in the garbage to stay
And then I was picked up
And tossed in a pile
Of appliances
And unwanted bile
And I am sad
And I miss Taiwan
I was treated good
They did no wrong
Who could do this?
Through a toaster away
Savage humans
I will get them someday
I will burn their toast
They won’t like it
I will shock their fingers
I will short circuit
That will show them
Ya that will show them
Through me away
I will show them
I’m a toaster
Toast things
But not any more
I do nothing
But I was once grand
Best of the bunch
I could toast anything
I would toast your lunch
But no
Not any more
I’m just a toaster
Who was kicked out the door
Vanished Laugh
By Matt Freire
You can’t wake me up
Because I’m not here
You can’t call me out
Because I don’t care
You can’t see my face
Discover I’m away
I’m not here and I’m not coming back today
You don’t need me
Why don’t you press on
You don’t want me
Besides I am gone
You can’t me out
Because I am not here
You can’t show me up
Because I am not found
You can’t hurt me now
I have lost my way
I’m not here and I’m not coming back today
I am gone today
And I’m taking myself away
I will forfeit now
Let me show you how
You can’t wake me up
Because I’m not here
You can’t call me out
Because I don’t care
You can’t see my face
Discover I’m away
I’m not here and I’m not coming back today
You don’t need me
Why don’t you press on
You don’t want me
Besides I am gone
You can’t me out
Because I am not here
You can’t show me up
Because I am not found
You can’t hurt me now
I have lost my way
I’m not here and I’m not coming back today
I am gone today
And I’m taking myself away
I will forfeit now
Let me show you how
Watch Giants Coagulating
By Matt Freire
Watch giants coagulating
As I hide out in midgets shadows
Close to vagabond is quite debasing
I sleep in giants stomping ground
Na na na I stand up im shadowed stomped
Na na na na I fell yesterday
Na na na I am an empty tank
Na na na na I died today
Watch the N A take over me
Natural arrangement inked me out
Watch giants coagulating
As I hide out in midgets shadows
Close to vagabond is quite debasing
I sleep in giants stomping ground
Na na na I stand up im shadowed stomped
Na na na na I fell yesterday
Na na na I am an empty tank
Na na na na I died today
Watch the N A take over me
Natural arrangement inked me out
The Dubiety
By Matt Freire
You give me borborygmus
I oscillate in your dubiety
With you placed in my cusp
Peace would be a surety
I wish us on an antipode
Where time would congeal
Were sunsets would never corrode
Zazzles not tasted here
The sycophant would be my past
To them of better lives: true
Appendage to appendage
I’ll hear every sound that would lambent from you
So if you would like to try
En masse, I do
But
I fell to my knees
So I decided to fall on my face
I was given a chance but my past
Got in the way
And I think I’ve been erased
So yeah now you’ve got a taste
Of the skin behind the sideburns
I’ll leave it up to you
Now it’s your turn
So try and place my contortion
Which I know are distorted
Before I’m forced spit some more words
About this shadow force
That’s after me
It’s like the secret skeleton key
The flamboyant pea
The flowering tree
Too bad I need to find the ignition key
For me to find me
I disagree with this barbaric detainee
Of this docking fee
On mountain tea
I lie in wait in the pepper tree
For my jubilee the master key
Let me read your book
Let me feel your words
Let me fly away
Let me in won’t you
Lead me weave me wrap me in your words
Hold me help me understand you words
Distant places will you show to me
Faraway lands just for us to see
The book of you I reed
The thoughts in you I see
The dreamy places where you plot
Are the things I seek
Word me learn me enter in my head
Synapse fire all throughout my head
Sweet words you write on every page
Comfort my thoughts are you here to stay
You give me borborygmus
I oscillate in your dubiety
With you placed in my cusp
Peace would be a surety
I wish us on an antipode
Where time would congeal
Were sunsets would never corrode
Zazzles not tasted here
The sycophant would be my past
To them of better lives: true
Appendage to appendage
I’ll hear every sound that would lambent from you
So if you would like to try
En masse, I do
But
I fell to my knees
So I decided to fall on my face
I was given a chance but my past
Got in the way
And I think I’ve been erased
So yeah now you’ve got a taste
Of the skin behind the sideburns
I’ll leave it up to you
Now it’s your turn
So try and place my contortion
Which I know are distorted
Before I’m forced spit some more words
About this shadow force
That’s after me
It’s like the secret skeleton key
The flamboyant pea
The flowering tree
Too bad I need to find the ignition key
For me to find me
I disagree with this barbaric detainee
Of this docking fee
On mountain tea
I lie in wait in the pepper tree
For my jubilee the master key
Let me read your book
Let me feel your words
Let me fly away
Let me in won’t you
Lead me weave me wrap me in your words
Hold me help me understand you words
Distant places will you show to me
Faraway lands just for us to see
The book of you I reed
The thoughts in you I see
The dreamy places where you plot
Are the things I seek
Word me learn me enter in my head
Synapse fire all throughout my head
Sweet words you write on every page
Comfort my thoughts are you here to stay
M.P.H.
By Matt Freire
Machine pink hand
Terrorize your face
Terrorize the land
Smoke
Rises from the toaster
Marble
Floors scream in pain
Where are my shoes?
Do you even care?
I lost my shoes
My feet are going bare
In this box
In this cell
The walls twinge
With acceptance
Butter knife
Left in the jam
I’m forced
In redemption
Orange drips reach out
Engulfing itself
Machine pink hand
Orange
Red
Blue
Green
Machine pink hand
Rips apart the land
Machine pink hand
Takes out where you stand
Orange
Drips out of reach
Red
Life is bleak
Blue
Collected in the night
Green
Controls fight or flight
Machine pink hand
Machine pink hand
Terrorize your face
Terrorize the land
Smoke
Rises from the toaster
Marble
Floors scream in pain
Where are my shoes?
Do you even care?
I lost my shoes
My feet are going bare
In this box
In this cell
The walls twinge
With acceptance
Butter knife
Left in the jam
I’m forced
In redemption
Orange drips reach out
Engulfing itself
Machine pink hand
Orange
Red
Blue
Green
Machine pink hand
Rips apart the land
Machine pink hand
Takes out where you stand
Orange
Drips out of reach
Red
Life is bleak
Blue
Collected in the night
Green
Controls fight or flight
Machine pink hand
Human Cargo
By Matt Freire
No one around
Pad locked mind
Think for the future
Now is the time
Rotate the key
It will work out
It has to
It’s the only way out
The only way
Must be this
There would be
More silence
If you could taste
Confusion itself
Would you be?
Your tranquil self
Dripping life
Once locked lid
Door to the inn
Shades behind
The head
Particle nonsense
Never ending toll
Human cargo
The porous souls
Is lost
Human cargo
The desperate souls
Human cargo
Prepare for the fall
Fearful
Tasteless
Box
B.O.X.
No one around
Pad locked mind
Think for the future
Now is the time
Rotate the key
It will work out
It has to
It’s the only way out
The only way
Must be this
There would be
More silence
If you could taste
Confusion itself
Would you be?
Your tranquil self
Dripping life
Once locked lid
Door to the inn
Shades behind
The head
Particle nonsense
Never ending toll
Human cargo
The porous souls
Is lost
Human cargo
The desperate souls
Human cargo
Prepare for the fall
Fearful
Tasteless
Box
B.O.X.
Guitar
Friendly Face
By Matt Freire
Choose be chosen you chose here this day
Alone shall I be it’s better that way
Blanket covers the sun
Leaves drip night comes
Over power under rate
Life in growth destructive state
Dead end stance from our birth
Breathe out life to the earth
Peace of grass in the hand
Open season famished land
To oppression in our minds
From our thoughts we are blind
To depression we give in
We sit still as we spin
To live like this
To be fall out
Be gone come forth
My time is out
People falling people crawling
Living dieing flat out sprawling
Heat our minds brain enthralling
Done to do our mind less brawling
I don’t want to
Be alone
Look to the mirror
You’ve got a friend near
Choose be chosen you chose here this day
Alone shall I be it’s better that way
Blanket covers the sun
Leaves drip night comes
Over power under rate
Life in growth destructive state
Dead end stance from our birth
Breathe out life to the earth
Peace of grass in the hand
Open season famished land
To oppression in our minds
From our thoughts we are blind
To depression we give in
We sit still as we spin
To live like this
To be fall out
Be gone come forth
My time is out
People falling people crawling
Living dieing flat out sprawling
Heat our minds brain enthralling
Done to do our mind less brawling
I don’t want to
Be alone
Look to the mirror
You’ve got a friend near
Final report
By Matt Freire
Sitting in your office
Sitting in your chair
Empty bank account
It’s the world without care
Plenty will come
It’s the sheep in the fold
Millions will die
But my bank is not full
So what do we do
In this life of regret
Everyone is dieing
It’s the Internet
Ya and you see the chair
And you see me there
It’s the never-ending problem
In the world without care
Peering out the window
I spot a fly
24 hours
And that fly will die
And I say to my self
That’s a shame
Bank accounts empty
And that fly’s to blame
So what do we do
In this life of regret
Everyone is dieing
It’s the Internet
Ya and you see the chair
And you see me there
It’s the never-ending problem
In the world without care
It’s the fly’s fault
With no control
It’s the fly’s fault
Fault of the fly
It’s the fault of the fly
Yes the fly it to blame
Bank accounts empty
I watch it fly away
Sitting in your office
Sitting in your chair
Empty bank account
It’s the world without care
Plenty will come
It’s the sheep in the fold
Millions will die
But my bank is not full
So what do we do
In this life of regret
Everyone is dieing
It’s the Internet
Ya and you see the chair
And you see me there
It’s the never-ending problem
In the world without care
Peering out the window
I spot a fly
24 hours
And that fly will die
And I say to my self
That’s a shame
Bank accounts empty
And that fly’s to blame
So what do we do
In this life of regret
Everyone is dieing
It’s the Internet
Ya and you see the chair
And you see me there
It’s the never-ending problem
In the world without care
It’s the fly’s fault
With no control
It’s the fly’s fault
Fault of the fly
It’s the fault of the fly
Yes the fly it to blame
Bank accounts empty
I watch it fly away
Epitomize
By Matt Freire
It’s me fighting the war
And you running away
It’s me on the front line
And you blinking an eye
It’s me dashing in
And you pealing my skin
It’s me dodging the blows
It’s your finger that shows
It’s me looking at you
And it’s you smiling at me
It’s me running away
And you’re here to stay
And I swing a fist
And you retaliate
And we fall to the earth
And you are no more
And then I stand up
And you’re looking at me
It’s me in the mirror
It’s just you and I
And if I don’t look
You will die
It’s you in the mirror
You and I
And if you don’t look
I will die
It’s me fighting the war
And you running away
It’s me on the front line
And you blinking an eye
It’s me dashing in
And you pealing my skin
It’s me dodging the blows
It’s your finger that shows
It’s me looking at you
And it’s you smiling at me
It’s me running away
And you’re here to stay
And I swing a fist
And you retaliate
And we fall to the earth
And you are no more
And then I stand up
And you’re looking at me
It’s me in the mirror
It’s just you and I
And if I don’t look
You will die
It’s you in the mirror
You and I
And if you don’t look
I will die
EID
By Matt Freire
I’m like a drug dealer
You need me more than you think
I’m your re-filler
The poetic pain killers
Like drug-zilla
You be scraping your paper and pipe
Begging me for a line
So I spit some rhymes
And get my shoes stepping
Leaving you in a haze
But you’ll soon be crawling back
Wanting to get dazed
So I light some sage and place it on the back step
And overly pack your bowls
And I elevate your chest
And lead you into my labyrinth
Of my unreserved words
Your windows covered in my spit
Your blades swipe and swerve
My spit lingers
You think you can’t wipe me away
The thoughts absurd
Observed my thoughts
And I will conjure a menace
The no living thing can endure
Your brains injured
You can’t concur
With me or any of my ravenous words
And a smile curves up
Because you need a re-up
Because with out me
You’re ugly lost and all messed up
So you hit the streets
With your money cup
Bumming around trying to get hooked up
And you end up having bad luck
You find me and say what’s up
And I say the sky and you look up
And you become star struck
Recognized your face and I kicked you in the nuts
And that’s for fifth grade
Wen you tagged my nuts
And then you proceeded to eat
My home brought lunch
And I realized you weren’t really that hungry
Because everything but my donut
Landed on me
And guess the tuna wasn’t as tasty
Or you just had a sweet tooth
And only liked pastries
and
Maybe you had a hankering
To throw my food on me
Whatever it was
It mentally changed me
You were the bully
And I was the peewee
And you always seamed
So happy
To take out your fists
And to beat me
In the shower
You’d pour with glee
Fist and kicks
And your peepee
Bloody up
Shinning me with your pee
Lying on the floor
With you laughing at me
And tell every one
About my small weenie
And hang me up
In a super wedgie
You point and laugh
When you de-pant me
I couldn’t help it
I hadn’t hit puberty
I never even had
Any face acne
And I hope it made
You feel really good
I was half your height
I can almost see how it would
So I am glad I could help
But now it’s my turn and I need some help
So I rip out your tongue and use it as a Frisbee
But it didn’t come back
And that makes me a little angry
And now I’m a disappointed I can’t hear you cry
So ill just have to watch you suffer and die
And like Raphael I pull out my sai
And I run it up and down your harry thighs
Then stick it in your gluteus
And say my my
You can have fun with these little sais
Now I’m laughing at you
As your shacking on the ground
I unzip my fly and I smile at the sound
Of my urine hitting you and
Splatting on your face
And I have to ask you
How it taste
I sorta got use to it
Like soap in the mouth
But I can defiantly see why you liked it
And now it’s my turn for me to like it
And as I spray on you
I do like it
But it’s missing something
What could it be
Oh
I slide my genes to my knees
And make you look up at me
And I moan and squeeze
And it’s probably
Weird to look up at me
Open wide it’s on its way
My Hershey squirts say it’s ok
And I’m pretty glad you never did this
But you humiliated me and I couldn’t resist
My thoughts to you are like a blur
I throw you in a paper bag like a turd
And I light the bag and leave it on your front step
So your dad can come out and stop you to death
And I walk away
I only linger until
The assignment is done
Or until
The jobs no fun
And this my friend
Is very fun
I’m like a religious healer
You need me to instill
My verbal feelers
So I take out my machete and hack off half of your face
Slide a straw in you as you’re saying grace
And I suck up your soul
Because I like how it taste
Bring your family members
So I can see how they taste
Don’t worry this isn’t blasphemy
Because I don’t want
Any of your money
I only want religious offerings
So get on the ground
And start to scream
Welcome I’m the ornery foaming machine
After I catch Osama bin laden
I’ll put his beard in a vice
And twist it really tight
So some hairs get pulled out
Take a hammer and fix his over bite
Get an America flag tattooed on his for head
And the twin towers on his back
And I’ll shave his head but leave the beard
And take nine eleven-inch screws
And work all through the night
And screw one in each calf
And one in each foot
And one in each thigh
And one in each gluteous
And one in one eye
And one in each hand
And then dance around him throwing onions at him
I’m like a drug dealer
You need me more than you think
I’m your re-filler
The poetic pain killers
Like drug-zilla
You be scraping your paper and pipe
Begging me for a line
So I spit some rhymes
And get my shoes stepping
Leaving you in a haze
But you’ll soon be crawling back
Wanting to get dazed
So I light some sage and place it on the back step
And overly pack your bowls
And I elevate your chest
And lead you into my labyrinth
Of my unreserved words
Your windows covered in my spit
Your blades swipe and swerve
My spit lingers
You think you can’t wipe me away
The thoughts absurd
Observed my thoughts
And I will conjure a menace
The no living thing can endure
Your brains injured
You can’t concur
With me or any of my ravenous words
And a smile curves up
Because you need a re-up
Because with out me
You’re ugly lost and all messed up
So you hit the streets
With your money cup
Bumming around trying to get hooked up
And you end up having bad luck
You find me and say what’s up
And I say the sky and you look up
And you become star struck
Recognized your face and I kicked you in the nuts
And that’s for fifth grade
Wen you tagged my nuts
And then you proceeded to eat
My home brought lunch
And I realized you weren’t really that hungry
Because everything but my donut
Landed on me
And guess the tuna wasn’t as tasty
Or you just had a sweet tooth
And only liked pastries
and
Maybe you had a hankering
To throw my food on me
Whatever it was
It mentally changed me
You were the bully
And I was the peewee
And you always seamed
So happy
To take out your fists
And to beat me
In the shower
You’d pour with glee
Fist and kicks
And your peepee
Bloody up
Shinning me with your pee
Lying on the floor
With you laughing at me
And tell every one
About my small weenie
And hang me up
In a super wedgie
You point and laugh
When you de-pant me
I couldn’t help it
I hadn’t hit puberty
I never even had
Any face acne
And I hope it made
You feel really good
I was half your height
I can almost see how it would
So I am glad I could help
But now it’s my turn and I need some help
So I rip out your tongue and use it as a Frisbee
But it didn’t come back
And that makes me a little angry
And now I’m a disappointed I can’t hear you cry
So ill just have to watch you suffer and die
And like Raphael I pull out my sai
And I run it up and down your harry thighs
Then stick it in your gluteus
And say my my
You can have fun with these little sais
Now I’m laughing at you
As your shacking on the ground
I unzip my fly and I smile at the sound
Of my urine hitting you and
Splatting on your face
And I have to ask you
How it taste
I sorta got use to it
Like soap in the mouth
But I can defiantly see why you liked it
And now it’s my turn for me to like it
And as I spray on you
I do like it
But it’s missing something
What could it be
Oh
I slide my genes to my knees
And make you look up at me
And I moan and squeeze
And it’s probably
Weird to look up at me
Open wide it’s on its way
My Hershey squirts say it’s ok
And I’m pretty glad you never did this
But you humiliated me and I couldn’t resist
My thoughts to you are like a blur
I throw you in a paper bag like a turd
And I light the bag and leave it on your front step
So your dad can come out and stop you to death
And I walk away
I only linger until
The assignment is done
Or until
The jobs no fun
And this my friend
Is very fun
I’m like a religious healer
You need me to instill
My verbal feelers
So I take out my machete and hack off half of your face
Slide a straw in you as you’re saying grace
And I suck up your soul
Because I like how it taste
Bring your family members
So I can see how they taste
Don’t worry this isn’t blasphemy
Because I don’t want
Any of your money
I only want religious offerings
So get on the ground
And start to scream
Welcome I’m the ornery foaming machine
After I catch Osama bin laden
I’ll put his beard in a vice
And twist it really tight
So some hairs get pulled out
Take a hammer and fix his over bite
Get an America flag tattooed on his for head
And the twin towers on his back
And I’ll shave his head but leave the beard
And take nine eleven-inch screws
And work all through the night
And screw one in each calf
And one in each foot
And one in each thigh
And one in each gluteous
And one in one eye
And one in each hand
And then dance around him throwing onions at him
6-finger girls
By Matt Freire
6-finger girls
Knocking at your door
Thinks I’m a star
I think that I’m poor
People don’t know me
Do they really care?
Internet is out there
It’s the aids we all share
Fingers are the poets
Scratching at the walls
My face doesn’t show it
But I’m afraid I might fall
6-finger girl
Knocking at your door
6-finger girl
Knocking at your door
She wants to get to know me
I just want to pick her pocket
Thinks I am perfect
Think that I am rotten
6-finger girls
Knocking at your door
Thinks I’m a star
I think that I’m poor
People don’t know me
Do they really care?
Internet is out there
It’s the aids we all share
Fingers are the poets
Scratching at the walls
My face doesn’t show it
But I’m afraid I might fall
6-finger girl
Knocking at your door
6-finger girl
Knocking at your door
She wants to get to know me
I just want to pick her pocket
Thinks I am perfect
Think that I am rotten
Apple Juice Blues
By Matt Freire
Bleed away
But my food still taste good
I shouldn’t feel bad
But my wounds says I should
Numb sometimes
It’s all in a day’s work
Needles and pins
It’s part of life’s perk
Stand crawl
Sometimes I need to move
Eat sleep
Band-Aids cover the wounds
If you fall alone in a world will anyone hear
Would you even hear if you fell on your ear
Does anyone notice your pent up fear
When you’re alone do you call your self-dear
When you look at yourself are you looking in a mirror
While you’re looking at yourself do you call yourself dear
As you talk to your self do you build up fears
Does it leave your mouth does it flow to your ear
Why do you talk out loud if no one will hear
There’s no stopping me when I’m spitting these hypotheses
Are you watching me
You can wipe a Polaroid but you can’t capture me
Bleed away
But my food still taste good
I shouldn’t feel bad
But my wounds says I should
Numb sometimes
It’s all in a day’s work
Needles and pins
It’s part of life’s perk
Stand crawl
Sometimes I need to move
Eat sleep
Band-Aids cover the wounds
If you fall alone in a world will anyone hear
Would you even hear if you fell on your ear
Does anyone notice your pent up fear
When you’re alone do you call your self-dear
When you look at yourself are you looking in a mirror
While you’re looking at yourself do you call yourself dear
As you talk to your self do you build up fears
Does it leave your mouth does it flow to your ear
Why do you talk out loud if no one will hear
There’s no stopping me when I’m spitting these hypotheses
Are you watching me
You can wipe a Polaroid but you can’t capture me
Can you talk with your hands?
By Matt Freire
Can you talk with your hands?
Can you fix mankind with rubber bands?
Can you drink telepathically?
But the biggest trick is to do this rapidly
Can you build a house with skateboards and duck tape
Do you use glue as a paperweight
Can you make a lava lamp with a soda can?
Would you drink it and be a man
Can you walk on fire or do you prefer water
Can you read a book backwards with and without your eyes?
Why do you put your Cloughs on your roof to dry?
What do you think of flies?
Would you marry a drinking straw?
If you believe in only what you see
And it lies in the future
Where there is no air to breath
And does it show on my face
I am sick of this place
Why can’t you get off?
My ear can’t talk
Why does your pasttime involve bubble gum?
Why is this your idea of fun?
Can you talk with your hands?
Can you fix mankind with rubber bands?
Can you drink telepathically?
But the biggest trick is to do this rapidly
Can you build a house with skateboards and duck tape
Do you use glue as a paperweight
Can you make a lava lamp with a soda can?
Would you drink it and be a man
Can you walk on fire or do you prefer water
Can you read a book backwards with and without your eyes?
Why do you put your Cloughs on your roof to dry?
What do you think of flies?
Would you marry a drinking straw?
If you believe in only what you see
And it lies in the future
Where there is no air to breath
And does it show on my face
I am sick of this place
Why can’t you get off?
My ear can’t talk
Why does your pasttime involve bubble gum?
Why is this your idea of fun?
Static Air
By Matt Freire
I was taking a bi-directional stroll through the city streets of Chico
My mind aloft and my feet ever so gravitated
Like a bouncing ball always coming back to earth
When I came to close to some birds’ sanctuary
And the lot of them pick up Out of the shrub and into the air
And I swear I heard your name in the rustle of their wings
And I watched them move in slow motion towards a pine tree
Where I left them to hide
And I continued on my journey to help me survive
And as I strolled I came to a pole
Sticking out of the ground about ten feet high
So I picked up a stick and just to hear the sound I swung
And some vibrations came
And I swear I heard you name
So I hit the pole again
But your name did not come
And all that ejected was just a low hum
Of a freshly stricken pole
So I carried on beating the pole
To hear your name again
And on the fourth try the stick cracked with splintered shards raining on the ground
And I swear I heard my name
So I moved on in a schematic fashion
Gliding over the cracks in the side walk as if they were lasers
And as if I did not want to loose a limb
And then the cracks changed to be solid ground
And the cement squares became static air
And I did not want to become a little spec of static interference so I quickly reversed my walk
To land on the solid lines trying not to fall into static air
But eventually I failed
So I went back to the lines being electrical wire
And even just a little touch of the wire I would be jolted into stillness
And I continued on this way and made my way to the Esplanade
And as I started to cross the street the wind picked up
And the leaves began to whisper
And I swear I heard your voice talking to me
So I stopped to listen to your voice then the noise became muted
As a truck honked its horn for me to get out of its way
And I swear you had something good to say
So I quickly made haste out of its way
To try and catch just a word of what you were saying
But by the time I stopped and cupped my ears to hear
The breeze had stopped and the air was still
So I continued on in my bifocal way
My mind still imprinted of you
And my feet still marching to the tune of the meandering man
And I do not say all this to dismay any thoughts of my sanity
I just have a four-letter word that’s growing up inside of me
And I have already received the L and the O
But there are just some things I fear
And I must know
I have never been in love
And there are just so many things I just don’t know
Like how do you really know if you love some one?
Well I know all the text book answers but
Really I just don’t know
But I think I’m close and that scares me even more
So my feet take me to a restaurant for automobiles
And I watch bipeds pumping gas
And I gazed toward the earth and followed the gas as it wines it way through a puddle
And I swear I saw your face
In the in blues and reds and yellows
And yes with the thought of you I did drift like a balloon
And yes I wished to be with you I admit it its true
And yes you disjoint the order of my life because now theirs a purpose in it
And yes you make me smile like no amount of drugs could do
Like no amount of theme park rides could do
Like no amount of oxygen to keep my lungs in tune
So I could say what I want to you
And fume what I want to you
Because you have always been true
And you have always let me spit and vent on you
And you have always brought light when you enter the room
You dispatch the doom
Even if the doom is so great that I can’t even see an inch in front of me
And I tighten my muscles and I elevate my arm
And put my hand in front of my face
But I can not see my hand and all I see is black
But I can feel my shallow breath
And it scary to think that this could be death
And then in my darkest doom she appears
She dis-lodges a bit of matter
To over shadow the clamor
And with darkness I still stammer
And she pulls out a glowing white hammer and she builds a chair
For me to rest my fears
And she builds a hammock
For us to rest all of our cares
She’s like a gentle warm snow flacks
Or a cool breeze in the smoldering summer air
And I picture her and I smile at the way her mouth grins when she talks about something funny
And I smile at the way her hair sweeps across her face in the wind
And I smile at the way she sez my name when we are alone
And I smile because I picture her smiling
And turn and I see a clock and I frown
Because life is just a clock
But when she’s around time to me
Well I just don’t care
And I know I received the V and the E
But I’m still scared so can you help me
Help me walk freely down the street
Help live life and stand on solid ground
And not fall off into static air and if I get jolted into stillness
At least I know you where once there
I was taking a bi-directional stroll through the city streets of Chico
My mind aloft and my feet ever so gravitated
Like a bouncing ball always coming back to earth
When I came to close to some birds’ sanctuary
And the lot of them pick up Out of the shrub and into the air
And I swear I heard your name in the rustle of their wings
And I watched them move in slow motion towards a pine tree
Where I left them to hide
And I continued on my journey to help me survive
And as I strolled I came to a pole
Sticking out of the ground about ten feet high
So I picked up a stick and just to hear the sound I swung
And some vibrations came
And I swear I heard you name
So I hit the pole again
But your name did not come
And all that ejected was just a low hum
Of a freshly stricken pole
So I carried on beating the pole
To hear your name again
And on the fourth try the stick cracked with splintered shards raining on the ground
And I swear I heard my name
So I moved on in a schematic fashion
Gliding over the cracks in the side walk as if they were lasers
And as if I did not want to loose a limb
And then the cracks changed to be solid ground
And the cement squares became static air
And I did not want to become a little spec of static interference so I quickly reversed my walk
To land on the solid lines trying not to fall into static air
But eventually I failed
So I went back to the lines being electrical wire
And even just a little touch of the wire I would be jolted into stillness
And I continued on this way and made my way to the Esplanade
And as I started to cross the street the wind picked up
And the leaves began to whisper
And I swear I heard your voice talking to me
So I stopped to listen to your voice then the noise became muted
As a truck honked its horn for me to get out of its way
And I swear you had something good to say
So I quickly made haste out of its way
To try and catch just a word of what you were saying
But by the time I stopped and cupped my ears to hear
The breeze had stopped and the air was still
So I continued on in my bifocal way
My mind still imprinted of you
And my feet still marching to the tune of the meandering man
And I do not say all this to dismay any thoughts of my sanity
I just have a four-letter word that’s growing up inside of me
And I have already received the L and the O
But there are just some things I fear
And I must know
I have never been in love
And there are just so many things I just don’t know
Like how do you really know if you love some one?
Well I know all the text book answers but
Really I just don’t know
But I think I’m close and that scares me even more
So my feet take me to a restaurant for automobiles
And I watch bipeds pumping gas
And I gazed toward the earth and followed the gas as it wines it way through a puddle
And I swear I saw your face
In the in blues and reds and yellows
And yes with the thought of you I did drift like a balloon
And yes I wished to be with you I admit it its true
And yes you disjoint the order of my life because now theirs a purpose in it
And yes you make me smile like no amount of drugs could do
Like no amount of theme park rides could do
Like no amount of oxygen to keep my lungs in tune
So I could say what I want to you
And fume what I want to you
Because you have always been true
And you have always let me spit and vent on you
And you have always brought light when you enter the room
You dispatch the doom
Even if the doom is so great that I can’t even see an inch in front of me
And I tighten my muscles and I elevate my arm
And put my hand in front of my face
But I can not see my hand and all I see is black
But I can feel my shallow breath
And it scary to think that this could be death
And then in my darkest doom she appears
She dis-lodges a bit of matter
To over shadow the clamor
And with darkness I still stammer
And she pulls out a glowing white hammer and she builds a chair
For me to rest my fears
And she builds a hammock
For us to rest all of our cares
She’s like a gentle warm snow flacks
Or a cool breeze in the smoldering summer air
And I picture her and I smile at the way her mouth grins when she talks about something funny
And I smile at the way her hair sweeps across her face in the wind
And I smile at the way she sez my name when we are alone
And I smile because I picture her smiling
And turn and I see a clock and I frown
Because life is just a clock
But when she’s around time to me
Well I just don’t care
And I know I received the V and the E
But I’m still scared so can you help me
Help me walk freely down the street
Help live life and stand on solid ground
And not fall off into static air and if I get jolted into stillness
At least I know you where once there
Combat Alone
By Matt Freire
I’m still waiting
I’ve been praying and begging
Still waiting
For the moment I’m happy just to have it all taken
Just to be waiting all over again
I pack a bowl
Hit liquid that can’t freeze for just a split second of life’s happiness
But yet
Yet again im crying inside
I'm Begging pleading yearning
And nothing will happen I might as well die
I'm not even living
Whats to live for if your down all the time
I feel like the road that is spit on in vein
Driven all over im blacken with pain
Every one takes the road for granted
Im not even the road im the dirt under it
Asphalt to dust
In your eye I might as well die
Well I wish you would
All you do is wine and moan
I’m the road
All black and dirty and such
I’m going to wet myself
People spit on me
I’m going to cry
And live in the interstate of loneliness
Are thoughts tears
Someone get him a towel to wipe up this mess
Man you need to grow up
Or you need a pasly pokadot dress
To match this life sucks fest
That you got going on
Every one gets looked over
Every one gets stepped on
live with it
You know what you are
oh are you going to retaliate
you are like the blanket that can never seem to cover my feet
and when it does my shoulders are as exposed as can be
You are like the hair in my bread
Or like the zit on my for head
You annoy me to the max I wish you were dead
Your like the fist in my face when im down
The rock in my shoe that can not be found
The wind blowing dust in my eye
The itch in my crotch that never seems to die
Your like the black bugger in my noise
Or the hang nail on my toes
You annoy me to the max I wish you were dead
Wow I can almost just feel your anger
I can see the steam rising off your tomato red face
For a moment there I thought you would cry
But you know toothpicks shouldn’t cry
Your so skinny you can hullo hoop in a cheerio
Back off me you don’t know me
If you’re going to attack me throw a fist and combat me
Don’t wine about how I'm hair in your mommy’s bread she made
Especially for you and I'm blowing dust in your eye tear
Go back and wine about the road
The inter state needs you to fill up some holes
You know what you are
Oh no you’re not done yet
You are like the water that splashes back when I take a crap
I don’t like you and I don’t like water splashed at me like that
Why must you attack me when my back is turned
Why can’t you just take your flushing and lean
leave me alone you appalling swank
if I was a pirate I would make you walk the plank
And if you want to pick on some one
Pick on that zit on your noise
Or other wise just leave me alone
But yet
I’m always there
Yet never when I want
I always push you away
But yet you is what I always want
And I am always alone
Whose really alone theses days
I’m still waiting
I’ve been praying and begging
Still waiting
For the moment I’m happy just to have it all taken
Just to be waiting all over again
I pack a bowl
Hit liquid that can’t freeze for just a split second of life’s happiness
But yet
Yet again im crying inside
I'm Begging pleading yearning
And nothing will happen I might as well die
I'm not even living
Whats to live for if your down all the time
I feel like the road that is spit on in vein
Driven all over im blacken with pain
Every one takes the road for granted
Im not even the road im the dirt under it
Asphalt to dust
In your eye I might as well die
Well I wish you would
All you do is wine and moan
I’m the road
All black and dirty and such
I’m going to wet myself
People spit on me
I’m going to cry
And live in the interstate of loneliness
Are thoughts tears
Someone get him a towel to wipe up this mess
Man you need to grow up
Or you need a pasly pokadot dress
To match this life sucks fest
That you got going on
Every one gets looked over
Every one gets stepped on
live with it
You know what you are
oh are you going to retaliate
you are like the blanket that can never seem to cover my feet
and when it does my shoulders are as exposed as can be
You are like the hair in my bread
Or like the zit on my for head
You annoy me to the max I wish you were dead
Your like the fist in my face when im down
The rock in my shoe that can not be found
The wind blowing dust in my eye
The itch in my crotch that never seems to die
Your like the black bugger in my noise
Or the hang nail on my toes
You annoy me to the max I wish you were dead
Wow I can almost just feel your anger
I can see the steam rising off your tomato red face
For a moment there I thought you would cry
But you know toothpicks shouldn’t cry
Your so skinny you can hullo hoop in a cheerio
Back off me you don’t know me
If you’re going to attack me throw a fist and combat me
Don’t wine about how I'm hair in your mommy’s bread she made
Especially for you and I'm blowing dust in your eye tear
Go back and wine about the road
The inter state needs you to fill up some holes
You know what you are
Oh no you’re not done yet
You are like the water that splashes back when I take a crap
I don’t like you and I don’t like water splashed at me like that
Why must you attack me when my back is turned
Why can’t you just take your flushing and lean
leave me alone you appalling swank
if I was a pirate I would make you walk the plank
And if you want to pick on some one
Pick on that zit on your noise
Or other wise just leave me alone
But yet
I’m always there
Yet never when I want
I always push you away
But yet you is what I always want
And I am always alone
Whose really alone theses days
Catalog Man
By Matt Freire
Pardon me sir
But you don’t understand
I’m drifting away
I’m leaving this land
The fruit has ripened
And all the leaves are green
Its time for me to go
Its time for me to leave
So what’s in advance
An agreeable thought
I don’t really know
Just don’t let the fruit rot
And who’s my advocate
And who’s my main man
Ill check the catalog
But I have no one planed
I’m selling away
I’m leaving this place
Cataloged mind
In the outer space
I’m chanting alone
I have a map of the stars
Leaving mundane
It’s Venus and mars
Pardon me sir
But you must consider
The stars in this world
Are much to bitter
Custodies mine
Of this map on the floor
Leaving the trees
You’ll see me no more
It’s my diplomacy
To sell away
Don’t enable me
So I have to stay
The stars call me
I must be enrolled
They endorse my life
So I’ll never be cold
I’m selling away
I built a rocket ship
I’m seeing the world
I’m taking a trip
And if you want me
Then just chant along
And look to the stars
That’s where I’ve gone
Theirs a place out there
Built for me
With no gravity
Where I can be free
In my place
There will be no grief
My supple world
With life at my feet
And what is kosher
It’s what I say
And you can be free
Every day
It’s the catalog man
On his lonesome ship
I don’t loiter around
I’m off on a trip
It’s the catalog man
Going for a ride
Seeing the stars
That’s where I’ll hide
Pardon me sir
But you don’t understand
I’m drifting away
I’m leaving this land
The fruit has ripened
And all the leaves are green
Its time for me to go
Its time for me to leave
So what’s in advance
An agreeable thought
I don’t really know
Just don’t let the fruit rot
And who’s my advocate
And who’s my main man
Ill check the catalog
But I have no one planed
I’m selling away
I’m leaving this place
Cataloged mind
In the outer space
I’m chanting alone
I have a map of the stars
Leaving mundane
It’s Venus and mars
Pardon me sir
But you must consider
The stars in this world
Are much to bitter
Custodies mine
Of this map on the floor
Leaving the trees
You’ll see me no more
It’s my diplomacy
To sell away
Don’t enable me
So I have to stay
The stars call me
I must be enrolled
They endorse my life
So I’ll never be cold
I’m selling away
I built a rocket ship
I’m seeing the world
I’m taking a trip
And if you want me
Then just chant along
And look to the stars
That’s where I’ve gone
Theirs a place out there
Built for me
With no gravity
Where I can be free
In my place
There will be no grief
My supple world
With life at my feet
And what is kosher
It’s what I say
And you can be free
Every day
It’s the catalog man
On his lonesome ship
I don’t loiter around
I’m off on a trip
It’s the catalog man
Going for a ride
Seeing the stars
That’s where I’ll hide
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Mr. Regret
by Matt Freire
I'm sitting at the table of regret
Pondering life and what it has meant
Spacing on the past I watch me fret
I sometime question why I was sent
To this life to ferment
The steady gaze back
Of all the chances that have went
Is the cause of neglect
Because too much of my time was spent
In front of the T.V. set
Loony Toons and star trek
Builds a shallow silhouette
And now I dread my life is in decent
My youthful prime has gone and went
It's Not the way that I would like
I never wished to lament
And now I fear my life is all set
I made all the wrong moves
And my queen is soon to be checked
Or I didn't make moves at all
And the game of Life can't progress
Regret is an appalling waste of energy
Like scratching your way to the center of the earth
You will never get there and if you do
You'll just be burnt up like a memory
Regret on the things I've said
And the people I said them to
Regret on the things I Didn't say
And the people I should of said them to
Regret on all the chances I have had
That I failed miserably
Regret on NOT even trying it's like
Drinking and not taking the nutrients out and just peeing
Regret on NOT taking that extra step to
Help myself out
Regret on not going that extra inch to helping
Somebody else out
Regret on sleeping in till four in the afternoon
Regret on Not getting up and doing what I like to do
When one door closes in the life of a soul
Another door opens and new life will unfold
But we often look so long and regretfully ambitious on the closed
That we do not see the open and wind comes and blows that door closed
Like cement
Supplement
Struggle you can't vent
In the direction that was sent
Because you had to represent
A closed doors news events
And now you wonder what it meant
And where you could have went
Because you where so busy with the past
That you forgot about the present tense
Regrets are like an illusionist
They only want you to see the trick
So you miss out on the real events
So take heed to NOT what YOU have missed
But to what You want to do
Be your own illusionist
And perform your own little tricks
And make Mr. Regret wonder
Where your longing for him went
And move on with your life
And generate new events
And Supplement your life
With uplifting comments
And try to circumvent
Becoming apart of the lethargic percent
So make sure that you watch out for old mister Regret
He'll give you more chances to sweat
On new direction and events
And it doesn't matter that you're in his line of descent
In everyone's tree there is an awful little dent
That one-day they'll have to over come
Or they live in malcontent
And that is just not the way to live
The only life that you've been sent
And if that's the way you live
Then I think its time for you to reinvent
Take your eyes out FROM the back of your head
Put in the front open them up your not dead
And if would do what I have just said
You will live more content until the day you are dead
I'm sitting at the table of regret
Pondering life and what it has meant
Spacing on the past I watch me fret
I sometime question why I was sent
To this life to ferment
The steady gaze back
Of all the chances that have went
Is the cause of neglect
Because too much of my time was spent
In front of the T.V. set
Loony Toons and star trek
Builds a shallow silhouette
And now I dread my life is in decent
My youthful prime has gone and went
It's Not the way that I would like
I never wished to lament
And now I fear my life is all set
I made all the wrong moves
And my queen is soon to be checked
Or I didn't make moves at all
And the game of Life can't progress
Regret is an appalling waste of energy
Like scratching your way to the center of the earth
You will never get there and if you do
You'll just be burnt up like a memory
Regret on the things I've said
And the people I said them to
Regret on the things I Didn't say
And the people I should of said them to
Regret on all the chances I have had
That I failed miserably
Regret on NOT even trying it's like
Drinking and not taking the nutrients out and just peeing
Regret on NOT taking that extra step to
Help myself out
Regret on not going that extra inch to helping
Somebody else out
Regret on sleeping in till four in the afternoon
Regret on Not getting up and doing what I like to do
When one door closes in the life of a soul
Another door opens and new life will unfold
But we often look so long and regretfully ambitious on the closed
That we do not see the open and wind comes and blows that door closed
Like cement
Supplement
Struggle you can't vent
In the direction that was sent
Because you had to represent
A closed doors news events
And now you wonder what it meant
And where you could have went
Because you where so busy with the past
That you forgot about the present tense
Regrets are like an illusionist
They only want you to see the trick
So you miss out on the real events
So take heed to NOT what YOU have missed
But to what You want to do
Be your own illusionist
And perform your own little tricks
And make Mr. Regret wonder
Where your longing for him went
And move on with your life
And generate new events
And Supplement your life
With uplifting comments
And try to circumvent
Becoming apart of the lethargic percent
So make sure that you watch out for old mister Regret
He'll give you more chances to sweat
On new direction and events
And it doesn't matter that you're in his line of descent
In everyone's tree there is an awful little dent
That one-day they'll have to over come
Or they live in malcontent
And that is just not the way to live
The only life that you've been sent
And if that's the way you live
Then I think its time for you to reinvent
Take your eyes out FROM the back of your head
Put in the front open them up your not dead
And if would do what I have just said
You will live more content until the day you are dead
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