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Bigfeet

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#1
What I Want

I want to touch her face,
I want to feel her all about,
long to hear those noises I know I can make her make.
Close to close and tongue in cheek
that we can hear our own hearts beat.
Hers is so hard and cold almost as if it were made of stone.
Soft and smooth to every tactile,
caressed her body but felt no signs
that there’s a sadist inside.
Underneath the mischief and makeup
lies a worthless psychotic that’s torn.
Cover up with mascara,
poster the things she wants to be.
Loveless in every whisper,
but all this is sadly nothing to me.

I want a body, never clued on the mind.
Pushing deeper in to what I can't find.
Loneliness only settled with a lay.
Maybe I'll want again, some day.

The closer I get the further I fall.
The closer I get the further I fall.

Rejoice on your knees, try scream a whisper.
You are all I need, just for one night.
Your state means nothing, why should I care?
Why should I; it's just for tonight.

Underneath the mischief and makeup
lies a worthless psychotic that’s torn.
Cover up with mascara,
poster the things she wants to be.
Loveless in every whisper,
but all this is sadly nothing to me.
With a loveless response.
 
#2
Simple Minds

Substance suffers in the simplest of minds; depth and color are blurred forever, now lost for all of time. Leaving those to paint the past of what those biased have whipped white and night. Show themselves as the victor and play large the most trivial of fights. Pages long torn have decayed under the floorboards, dust and ink of philosophies never to be known. History never dictates it is all the ire of the pious and robed. Absolved by the invisible man forever, circumcise their wives and torture their children, they will always feel justified. Blood lost of the innocent, kill all who are in the noble tribes, all for the lack of knowledge. Sweep aside the meaningless dead and ruins under the carpet with existing ash. Sew shut and bond the suffered scars of the past. Rotting with no stench just by the accursed flower scent. Look at the ornate cloak, a second skin grown by ignorance. Look up, look on as the sheep scale the cliff finally evolved to climb but they’ll always see their hands as hooves. Live and die for what they see as right, all is absolute and perfect in the simplest of minds.
 
#3
Last song written:

Fangs

Gravity has cannibalized itself
Bore into the ground to stop the feeding
Eaten alive, striking out
Twice the fangs and half the venom
Caged like an attraction of malnutrition
Starvation feeds from the bitter root
Nursery rhymes dancing and crying
Rape is all that you are born for
Violate what you’ve helped strangle
Abuse your body and show the scars
Hold those wrists up to the light
Is there and blood left to drain?
Sucked dry so early for so long
Even marrow tastes of bitter poison
Twists and turns follow guardian knots
Born thrice again at the drop of a hat
Take inspiration and kill it slowly
Watch conviction flay its own skin
Wildly catch the falling fire in the sky
Self-defeating crimeset laid you to waste
Take that vaunted heart and soul to the grave
Without ever seeing your own headstone
Let the bile rinse your veins
Bringing realization one step closer
As the walls are eroded by recognition
Asking for honesty is asking too much
When even heroes are dead at the gates
But we’re in too deep this time
Not even being saved is saved enough
Tear your lungs out to breath but once
Let breath come as a corrosive shower
Cleanse yourself for the rebirth of innocence
So the wound is clean for infection anew
Terminate all the little things to discover
The problem with emotion
Is that you’re always on your knees
Heart in your throat and gun in your groin
Swallow your own seeds and choke on
All the warmth you’ve been weeping
Drown in your own tears and the saline kiss
 
#4
Prior to that:

Triggered

Carry that load you’ve got to bear
Quit posing on those crosses before you’re nailed to them
Calculating hysteria to 21 grams isn’t enough to condemn anyone
Doesn’t seem enough to stem the arson
Molotov dreams of enlightenment scorch draught acres
Quixotic aspirations lead to detriment’s harvest
Murderers
Obey the slaughter of sanction purification
Dreams have been killed in your name
Tell the rest of the world what you think of it
Refusal is at best encouragement
Does it send chills up your spine?
Or has it been severed in favor of anesthesia’s embrace?
Ghosts only shadow those who need it
Can you still sleep through your own haunting?
Intricate delusions compound fractured reality
Splinter sessions cap reasonless divinity catapults
Magnum ravages opiate burnished acoustic flesh
Culmination of dissent slack jaw strychnine revenge
Resonance is lost on the stone face of transmutation
Cable the dire ocean with lines of distrust and sin
The inhuman condition dictates sickness again
Season the sky with stars and hopelessness
One less time now before cataract concussions
Tonic of lies and half an ounce of degradation
Another shot of conviction to the sternum
Consume your victim hood and it’s guilty burden
Silo of migraine internalization prepare for assassination
End neurosis’ invocation with a breath of suffocation
Bleakness is not a condition borne of realization
Wrangle bones of discontinuity’s favorite slag
Synthesis intake bygone skeleton ruination
Singularity inclinations brand diluted razors
Contempt for what bludgeons have been laid bare
Contortions of provocation lead onward and downward
How does extermination sound to you?
Circus of circles and permutations
Murderers
 
#6
Little kitty, in the bush
Kitty, let me see your tush
Aha, I see your little balls
There's a really good vet at the mall

It's the right thing to do
The right thing to do
The right thing to do
The right thing to do

Kitty's got some pesky testes
Testosterone is holding sway
Better get those rocks off pussy
This is your last gendered day

It's the right thing to do
The right thing to do
The right thing to do
The right thing to do

Little kitty, you're so nice
I love the way you catch those mice
Kitty, you will still be cool
After you have lost those jewels

It's the right thing to do
The right thing to do
The right thing to do
The right thing to do

Get in the car
We'll take a hop
To get those little
Gonads chopped

Meow, meow, meow
Meow meow meow meow
Meow meow meow meow
Meow meow meow meow (etc., for way too long)

Get in the car
We'll take a hop
To get those little
Gonads chopped

Little kitty, in the bush
Kitty, let me see your tush
Aha, I see you have no balls
Now you're a eunuch, after all

It's the right thing to do
The right thing to do
The right thing to do
The right thing to do

Kitty had some pesky testes
Testosterone was holding sway
He should have had his pleasure quickly
Before he lost that little prickly

It was the right thing to do
The right thing to do
The right thing to do
The right thing to do...meowwwwwww!

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#8
Here are my recent ventures into lyrics:

Outside In

One step foward and two steps back with an aching in your brain.
You watch the sunset tide of life go by and the places that remain.
You always wanted to be outside in, but you never had the time.
So now your sitting on your ass and the world listens to you cry.

I feel fine, but maybe it's the drugs talking.

Another time, so long ago.
Just like a bomb, all set to blow.
But now you find as time goes by,
there's not much left of you inside.

I feel fine, but maybe it's the drugs talking.

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Clans

The clans of the alphane moon stand poised against
The forces of their former jailers.
Beamed in from satalites, the infinite knowledge.
Empty spaces speak volumes.

But the Mans know that freedom means power.
They'll take it away.
We have knowledge of violence that will astound you.
We'll push them back hard.

The ones who are waiting for someone to save them.
The ones who are content to live in a pig pen.
The ones who will destroy all that's before them.
The ones who will live on this moon.

But the Mans say the invader will be defeated.
The decision is made.
The rivers will run red with their blood.
The invasion will end.

(a little tip o the hat to Philip K Dick)

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#9
Im really tired to write the full lyrics...
but some chorus are:

I might be ugly:

"I might be ugly
But im feeling fine
I might be st*pid
Baby, That`s my style
Hey Man! You are Ugly
I might be ugly but im feelin
all right now!"

Lucy:

Lucy was still young
no problems on her mind
until she found one day
a demon by her side

Why you are so hi?
you know that you can fly...
Please don`t leave myself
the dark `ll pass you by

(Chorus)
And Im alone this night
Cause Lucy is not around
I can`t stand that she has gone now
Her picture on the wall
Her bed is empty now
And I still her sweet voice...
Lil`Lucy

Human Nature:

How many times did you see it
On your father`s eyes
How many times do you hear it
coming from you mind

(Chorus)
Sometimes we don`t focus rigth our atention
Sometimes we don`t comprehend our own behaviors
Sometimes light don`t seems to be a good direction
The act of inhumanity is a human nature

hope you like it...

Peace, Love & poetry

Mike
 
#11
Amphibian Man

Amphibian man says
"I don't know who I am"

Amphibian man says
"The water's too wet;
it's too dry on land"

"Once I had the power
but I gave it all away."

Now this world is overtaking
Now his weary heart is breaking
with every breath that he is taking:
a tragedy of his own making.

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Untitled

Water falling here for days
Don't know when it hasn't been
This time I hear it gently knocking
Go away

Stop this flood
I can't stand it
Go away
This is my place

If every raindrop was a tear
Not enough to shed for all the pain
Born from just this single heart
Killing me

Open wide
Flood this filth away
Drowning me
Until I am alive

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Jugger(not)

Naked again
I stumble out into the world
dying while pretending to be living
It seems so easy just to sit
and let it all pass by
and slip into the comfort of oblivion

Crippled again I lie and
wait for my reward
hobbled by the wounds
of my own making
With my flesh and blood
I built an altar to my pride
with yours I made a mockery of truth

Building altars to my pride
amuses for a while
and then when all the dust
has blown away
the structure left behind
soon crumbles
in the morning sun
But I, undaunted, start to build again.
 
#14
I wrote this to be sung by a female singer in a band I used to play in. A little clunky in places, but I like it.

(Not another)Love Song

I can see your smile
From over a million miles
To meet you, I'd cross a desert on my knees.
Some people say I'm crazy
That you made my mind hazy
But they don't see the forest for the trees.

I just love the way you make me feel
Without you my life seems unreal
You mean more than the world to me
How long have I not felt this way
Must be sedated ev'ry day
So I don't go beserk with glee.

And the neighbors frown
As they look us down
They talk behind out backs
Let them voice their sores
Behind their closed doors
We'll just sit back and laugh

Let's forget the "whys"
And then close our eyes
Let's sit under the sun
Forget what we know
And clear our minds so
that the answers will come...

That's the poem you once wrote to me
But it was never meant to be
Everyone knows that life's not fair
All the stars were in the right place
The right time and the right ways
But the spark just wasn't there.

The rain tumbled down
So hard and so loud
it could have drowned the world
Our frail romance
Didn't stand a chance
Just like our dreams of old.

(Solo)

And this is the story I had to tell
Some of you already know it well
A different actor, same old scene
And those who don't, here's my advice:
Be prepared to pay the price
If you live too long with a single dream...
 
#18
Bump

I just wrote this, I'm posting it before I have time to think about if it's bad or not:

He Turns My Own Against Me
by: Cat Thrill

The Sun kisses the ocean, but not my bloodshot eyes
My darkened vision towards these blue fore spacious skies
My hard days toil, spit upon by kings
Holding me in prison, with shiny diamond rings

(Chorus, I guess)
I’ll lick the devil’s eyeball before tucking him into bed
Just so he can take his nightmares out on me instead
He turns my own against me

I slowly poison the water and ring the dinner bell
You’ll bury me before my time, saving me from hell
You like to empty pockets and rule the bloody sun
No matter how many of you I kill, you make another one

(Chorus?)

You piss on my gravestone to mark your territory
Oh, you’re so romantic.




I sat down thinking, I should write a funny song, instead I wrote a song about my friends abusive dad from the eyes of his mother. :hmm: I tacked on the end part because it was relevant yet sickly funny. Is that enough lyrics for a song, this is kinda my first one.
 
#19
Here's a rough draft of some rhymes, most of these were written off the dome, so there might be some silly rhymes here and there, I haven't really gone through it with a comb yet.


You live dreams, it seems, that you mean what you mean, but you're careening, off the edge off your head, thinking only things that you've read, I challenge you to bite the hand that fed -you, what you do, is the future up to you foo. but you're cool. Taking advise from the sages that came before, the old ones of mystic lore, for all times I picked up your sentences for no ammendments is not the sentence for your tension is, the world going to fall apart, is the planet getting cut in two? what did you do? for the simple things in the world we bred you were lead to believe what you breathe is life only something you can't conceive, leave.

but that's not to take away from your idea, the perpetual mic YE-AH, I move using lines, like chess, put you in a mess, then stress, that you won't be set free yet, if I digress, it's best if I confess to test the statements, against the pavement that has ordainment, sent against the sayings, the playings or paintings, that's the world that you lay in.


It's hard to live your dreams, if you thinking things like kings, the things you can achieve if you believe in truth, that which is un tarnished, un tainted and sought out since youth, the world, un furled before your eyes, lies, chasing flies with a bucket full of holes, leaked out the sole of your soul, we were sold to this mold that we live in, only can't be driven by the ones above the kingdom that which we were given.

Take a dictation for my fuedal nation, I bring lords together for all occasions, staging the most elaborate plays and festivals, the only things that you want I can bring with less than all. enthusiatic, you got caught up quick, in a rap stick, tricked to do an all out back-flip, you're trapped kid, thinking you can play with the champions, the mic titans, be fighting all of the things that can't be done. or undone, the word on the street is RUN! when you hear the cannon, BOOM! it's the sound of a revolution.

One- rebel stood up for his land, against all odds, against the kings and grand plan, of the mortal leaders he teetered, but did not tremble as I do remember, well, he went all out, holed up in his structure, fortified his perimiter to strengthen the juncture, between him and them, the beginning and the end, find a thin line to the way we find, time to sign. But reeewind.

Go back, to before all this started, you thought you could hold a mic up to the big kill squadron, but then, what happened next you couldn't flex, your vocal stressed out and at best you were bested, vested up your property and reputation, assimilated by the greater nation, wasting time on a weak ass suckah like you, thinking you can be down with our crew.
 

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