The day is short, the nights are long,
Your angry heart must carry on.
The Stillness baiting, the tears are wept,
This emptiness has left you unkempt.
But you’re just finding ways to kill the pain,
Searching for the antidote for this deadly bane.
Does she make your heart go pitter pat?
Is she better than me, in the sack?
Your time’s run out, you feel the same,
But now this girl, she shares your claim.
And you’re just finding ways to kill the pain,
Searching for an antidote for this deadly bane.
You use and use, all at your disposal indeed,
At other’s expense do you try to relieve,
And deep inside, you still feel the same,
How much longer will you stand to place the blame?
Oh but you’re just finding ways to kill the pain,
For there’s no antidote for this deadly bane.
Time they say heals all wounds, so they say,
And as you revert down to stall, there is another way.
Though you may find solace there, a little or a lot,
There is no answer there, just the pain that you have brought.
There’s no finding ways to kill the pain,
In the end, it’s all the same.
11-23-01
Author Archives: Arcane Cognition
Jaded
Red and white, yellow and gold,
Doing this as you are told.
Rain pours down from above,
As He surely shows his love.
Dreams fall down into the mist,
For all who have forgotten this.
A teardrop fall beside a stream,
All because she didn’t mean.
She cried, she cried, to no avail,
There was nothing to lift the veil.
A book of love, stood near beside,
But she would not pick it up and ride.
Stranger and stranger, the weary steeped days,
Pain and anguish swept over all of her ways.
There was no way to end this pain,
She wouldn’t turn from the window pane.
Red and white, yellow and gold,
She never would do as she was told.
Out of the deep a willows cry,
The end was now passing by.
Her life she spent in solemn care,
For solace sake she would dwell there.
Her children left, she stood alone,
Her t.v., chilled her to the bone.
She wept, she wept, there was no end,
There was no way to go back to Begin.
A book of Life stood ready and waiting,
But she would not stop her near debating.
Deeper and deeper, into her sorrow filled fate,
Jaded and graded until it’s too late.
There was no way to end her sorrow,
For she would not look for the Tomorrow.
Red and white, yellow and gold,
At one time or another we don’t do as we’re told.
6-3-98
Fighting
Some people fight for freedom, some people fight for fun,
Some people fight for anything, I’m not the only one.
They fight for injustice, they fight just to be mean,
They fight to be left alone, they fight to be seen.
Fighting all the time, what do we accomplish,
Fighting all the time, what’s the final wish?
Some people fight for Love, some people fight for hate,
Some people fight for glory, some people fight til it’s too late.
They fight to tell the story, they fight to prove a point,
They fight to drink their beer, they fight to smoke a joint.
Fighting all the time, what do we prove,
Fighting all the time, what do we lose?
Some people fight for fortune, some people fight for reign,
Some people fight for peace, some people fight for pain.
They fight for money, they even fight for lust,
They fight for t.v., they fight over the dust.
Fighting all the time, but at what cost,
Fighting all the time, look at what we’ve lost.
8-28-96
If I don’t get out of this place
This room is too small, there’s not enough light,
The voices in my head are starting to fight.
There’s a gun in the corner, pointed at my head,
At first it was amusing, these visions of Dead.
And down on the corner, not even half a mile,
I thought I heard promises to make me smile.
But the walls they are closing, it’s too hard to breathe,
As the sun it sets down, on a desperate new breed.
I don’t know what rational I shall explain,
If I don’t get out of this place.
Everything’s moving to fast, as I stand at will,
Watching the blur, as I stand still.
Bumped into and pushed, along to the side,
This train derails, that I decided to ride.
And amuong the wreckage, in the morning light,
I see the reason, I gave up the fight.
But these people are pushy, it’s too hard to breathe,
As I watch the anguish, for which I wreathe.
And I just don’t know what I will do,
If I don’t get out of this place.
For my life is a torture, with no escape.
I’m tired of all of this emotional rape.
The mental abuse, from which I reside,
The evident Comport from which I arise.
I race with my thoughts to a place with no end,
I’m telling you now, i’m starting to give in.
But this pace is too fast, it’s too hard to breathe,
And I don’t know who will take up the lead.
And I wont be held responsible,
If I don’t get out of this place.
7-13-01
I Complain Now
I complain now, but i’ve seen it worse.
All of this hatred in the universe.
Wars that happen, people that hate,
I never can seem to get a break.
Minds so shallow, and closed.. you see,
With lust filled thoughts of vanity.
So yes i complain, for our future is bleak,
our own government constrains us and calls us weak!
Our media lies, and lends it own hand,
to the destruction of youth the best it can.
so no more innocence or magic, create,
no imagination, it’s all digital mate.
So yeah i complain, and my mouth does run,
I complain now, because something still can be done.
1-27-2007
The Things That Make Me Happy
I’m happy when I’m watching the rain,
I’m happy when I’m in no pain.
I’m happiest when the wind is on my face,
I’m happiest when I’m not caught up in the race.
I’m happy when I’m alone and not blue,
I’m happy when I’ve got nothing better to do.
I’m happiest when there’s someone to hold me tight,
I’m happiest when I’m dreaming at night.
I’m happy when the sun fades away,
I’m happy when I see another day.
I’m happiest when I sit and see the moon,
I’m happiest when I get the answers soon.
I’m happy when I’m lonely, happy when I’m sad,
I’m happy when I’m on the run, happy when I’m mad.
I’m happiest when I’m suicidal, happy when I’m not,
I’m happiest when I’m homicidal, my feelings are naught.
I’d be happier if there was someone just like me,
I’d be happier if just once I could see.
I’d be happier if I took on a whole new life,
But from what I’ve seen there’s no point, it’s all strife.
7-26-96
Gone
A garden green now weeds and thorns,
A life once happy now tattered and torn,
A flower once blooming has withered away,
A magical night has turned into a tiring new day.
A bright young face now wrinkled with age,
A wonderful movie start now stuck on a second class stage.
A warm day turned into a freezing night,
A brave person now runs in fright.
A freshly painted house now peeling and dirty,
A sucessful person now is unworthy.
A strong marriage now broken and weak,
A wonderful future now is bleak,
Things that should have been are not,
I guess that’s what we get for thought.
5/31/89
Flicker
Like a distant dream you recall in the mist,
You knew it once, but forgotten it since.
Glancing around for what you’ve misplaced,
You thought you saw it but you’re too busy in the race.
(Did you put your finger on it,
Did you blink and it had gone away.
On the tip of your tongue was it,
Though now it’s so far away.)
I do not hold the answer, don’t bother searching here,
I understand the feeling, when it almost becomes so clear.
You thought you knew it a moment ago, somehow it slipped away,
Waiting for you to sit and ponder, remember it another day.
(Chorus)
I know you see the answers, hidden in my eyes,
Listen when I tell you, ask no questions get no lies.
I don’t have what your looking for, I don’t know what it was,
Should you ever find it be sure to stop and give me a buzz.
(Chorus)
1996
The Failing Suicide Attempt
However much felt, however much dreamed,
However much, my life redeemed.
Songs unsung, lives unlived,
All the things they should’ve did.
The tears uncried, the weeping ceased,
Smoothing out the life’s crease.
Fading laughter, drying eyes,
Listen to the untold lies.
Words unspoken, restless souls,
Raking over all the coals.
Sleepless nights, treatcherous days,
Sinking into morbid ways.
Passing loves, dreams undreampt,
The failing suicide attempt.
Killing lives, stabbing hearts,
Everything must fall apart.
5/16/89
To the Dreamer
To the dreamer who once was the dream,
with incomparable suffering the world has not seen.
A fire, a glint, a gleam in your eye,
A passion fulfilled with no time to die.
Where the bloodstone fields were your solace there,
And the autumn leaves did fall in your hair.
Through the winters cold, till arrival or spring,
No one knew of the dreamer dreaming the dream.
To the dreamer who once was the dream,
Whose love could eclipse the nights we’ve seen.
In tiring drudges, retaking your claims,
You forgot your umbrella and it’s starting to rain.
In the depth of the trenches on the war zone path,
The anger in your eyes showed it wouldn’t last.
And upon the armorments u did lean,
The lonely dreamer of the dream.
To the dreamer who once was the dream,
On starlit nights you lost your sheen.
Through morning light you did awake,
Unaware that it did break.
And though the days were slipping by,
Never did you think to try.
For your life is what you’ve seen,
The dreamer always lived the dream.
12-30-97