Words from the mind of Marcus Byron Cheney

Month: December, 2007

your good, for my sins.

You are all super heros
and I am that fog on your window
after a shower
lingering
that see threw smog
that disapates
when in conflict
with something cold
i have gone deaf
then the world went silent
we lost comuncation
till we all became islands
and when the water enchroched
there where no boats
or shores to save us
the world has enslaved us
with no parting gifts
just lists of [...]

Bob is a palendrome.

Everything seems to make me sick
my stomach turns
I have lost intrest
i see hoards of people
lost as lab rats
in new labryths
its late
I have not slept
and there are
suddle hits of anger
supresed
told to be quite in there
its loud, really loud
and then like the silence
at the end of the apoclypse
its gone
all gone
and a smile starts to adorn
my mature [...]

Sirens.

Cops beat the boulvard
while the crimanals are elsewhere
causing crime
somesay the times they are a changing
but its more of the same thing
in diffrent packedging
bored with the whores
and  johns
who litter the street
genitals waving
with smirks and squints
the hustlers and the pimps
sing vengence
while the kids are soaking wet
from the busted fire hydrent
chasing the days last glimpse of sunset
at night [...]

The ups and downs

 
Scream truth inside my ear
as they transform the words
into salt grains
and i disolve them like sugar cubes
this is because i learned to breath deep
it has been to long since I have
assumed buddhist postions
and propasitions
I find no religion
just the pain and suffering
swirling in the air of ignorence
i see chalked drawn images
acting out the drama
This is also [...]