The Soldier
By Kaoss
Mind decaying
Body betraying
Could this finally be the end?
Or is it just a continuing
comsic joke
Being played out on one who has had quite enough!
Of course it is!!
Well laugh on
For the fight will continue
Throw what you will
The stand will go on
Nothing can break the resolve that has risen!
Days turn to months
Years roll on.
Fighting a battle
The outcome enevitable.
Resolute and determined
The soldier undaunted
Never once a thought to surrender!
Friday, December 30, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Be Swift
Be Swift
By Kaoss
Death be swift,
remove me from this coil.
Flesh to dust,
refreshing the soil.
Circle complete,
at least for a time.
Revel at empty,
rejoice in the sublime.
Answer come quick,
patience fleeting and lost.
Always wondering,
why such a cost.
Never certain,
Which is the way.
Such decisions,
To leave or to stay.
Always uncertain,
From begining to the end.
What's our purpose,
An Enemy or a friend.
Divided by,
All that multiplies.
Questions unanswered,
Naught left but why's.
Year after year,
Time continues on.
Left to reflect,
on those who've gone.
Death be swift,
remove me from this coil.
Flesh to dust,
refreshing the soil.
By Kaoss
Death be swift,
remove me from this coil.
Flesh to dust,
refreshing the soil.
Circle complete,
at least for a time.
Revel at empty,
rejoice in the sublime.
Answer come quick,
patience fleeting and lost.
Always wondering,
why such a cost.
Never certain,
Which is the way.
Such decisions,
To leave or to stay.
Always uncertain,
From begining to the end.
What's our purpose,
An Enemy or a friend.
Divided by,
All that multiplies.
Questions unanswered,
Naught left but why's.
Year after year,
Time continues on.
Left to reflect,
on those who've gone.
Death be swift,
remove me from this coil.
Flesh to dust,
refreshing the soil.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Words Burn
Words Burn
by Kaoss
Poison not taken but heard,
Far more dangerous if written
What makes them think
They have the right
To dispense all this venom
On any given night.
A stab in the back
A slice of the throat
Hurt far, far less than
A flaming wordly stab at the heart.
Feelings don't really matter,
They're abstract like art.
+ Words burn, cut and crucify.
Sometimes the near truth,
Hurts far worse than any lie.
Words kill, maim and objectify
Purposely injuring without out
thought Or reason why!
A simple paragraph wounds,
Like twas shot from a gun.
Vicious hatefull sentences
Launched just to deride
Nothing can stop the blood flow
It's an endless tide.
What gives one the right
To spit hate and venom blight.
No thought of outcome
No concern about injury
Just spew the piece
And move on to the next.
+ Words burn, cut and crucify.
Sometimes the near truth,
Hurts far worse than any lie.
Words kill, maim and objectify
Purposely injuring without out
thought Or reason why!
Think about what is spoken
Words burn, hurt, make broken.
Think before you let hate fly
you could be responsible
for multiple deaths or suicide.
Think, it's not that hard.
Once launched, retreval is.
by Kaoss
Poison not taken but heard,
Far more dangerous if written
What makes them think
They have the right
To dispense all this venom
On any given night.
A stab in the back
A slice of the throat
Hurt far, far less than
A flaming wordly stab at the heart.
Feelings don't really matter,
They're abstract like art.
+ Words burn, cut and crucify.
Sometimes the near truth,
Hurts far worse than any lie.
Words kill, maim and objectify
Purposely injuring without out
thought Or reason why!
A simple paragraph wounds,
Like twas shot from a gun.
Vicious hatefull sentences
Launched just to deride
Nothing can stop the blood flow
It's an endless tide.
What gives one the right
To spit hate and venom blight.
No thought of outcome
No concern about injury
Just spew the piece
And move on to the next.
+ Words burn, cut and crucify.
Sometimes the near truth,
Hurts far worse than any lie.
Words kill, maim and objectify
Purposely injuring without out
thought Or reason why!
Think about what is spoken
Words burn, hurt, make broken.
Think before you let hate fly
you could be responsible
for multiple deaths or suicide.
Think, it's not that hard.
Once launched, retreval is.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
An Overview of Madness
Howdy! And welcome! This is now the new home of my lyrical outbursts. Contained so far is everthing from the old site. More than likely there is probably some duplication, but hey what do you want from a madman!!
Here insanity is rampart, silliness a way of life and don't forget the ever present fear and confusion. If you like what you read and someday may hear, I thank you! If not? Oh well such is life.
Please feel free, or expensive if you prefer, to leave comments they are appreciated and assist me in delving even deeper into the strange madness that is me.
Alright!! Sit back, relax and hold on tight for madness ensues!!!
Here insanity is rampart, silliness a way of life and don't forget the ever present fear and confusion. If you like what you read and someday may hear, I thank you! If not? Oh well such is life.
Please feel free, or expensive if you prefer, to leave comments they are appreciated and assist me in delving even deeper into the strange madness that is me.
Alright!! Sit back, relax and hold on tight for madness ensues!!!
Monthly Archives: September 2011
Too Many Questions
By Kaoss
Can I have this?
Do you know where?
Why is this happening?
What is wrong.
How do I?
Why oh why?
Why oh Why?
All Kinds of question
being thrown around
With no thoughts given
nor taken a look about
perhaps the answers right in front
if you’d open your eyes.
Asking question without need
seeking answers unnecessarily
draining and constraining,
Question always changing
Blocking those that really require
an honest needed answer.
Selfishly hoarding
Asking, seeking, redemption
when all they need is
in the palm of their hand
If they’d just open their eyes
And unclose their minds.
Can I have this?
Do you know where?
Why is this happening?
What is wrong.
How do I?
Why oh why?
Why oh Why?
By Kaoss
Can I have this?
Do you know where?
Why is this happening?
What is wrong.
How do I?
Why oh why?
Why oh Why?
All Kinds of question
being thrown around
With no thoughts given
nor taken a look about
perhaps the answers right in front
if you’d open your eyes.
Asking question without need
seeking answers unnecessarily
draining and constraining,
Question always changing
Blocking those that really require
an honest needed answer.
Selfishly hoarding
Asking, seeking, redemption
when all they need is
in the palm of their hand
If they’d just open their eyes
And unclose their minds.
Can I have this?
Do you know where?
Why is this happening?
What is wrong.
How do I?
Why oh why?
Why oh Why?
Life in the Sub-Suburbs
By Kaoss
Washed up, worn out
Left by the side of the curb.
So it goes
Life in the the sub-suburbs
Watching the drivel
Spew from the idiot box
It’d feel much better
being tied to a pile of rocks,
Lied to and beaten,
By those we elect.
If there was somewhere to go
certainly we’d all defect!
But here we stay,
Slowly wasting away
In our cardboard menagerie
with nothing to play,
Why ask why
because it takes to much time
It’s so much easier
to sit here and whine.
Washed up, worn out
Left by the side of the curb.
So it goes
Life in the the sub-suburbs
Bombarded by media’s
onslaught galore
Draining our brain cells
We’re all corporate whores.
Minute by minute
We sell ourselves whole
Until there’s nothing left
As is there goal.
Washed up, worn out
Left by the side of the curb.
So it goes
Life in the the sub-suburbs!
By Kaoss
Washed up, worn out
Left by the side of the curb.
So it goes
Life in the the sub-suburbs
Watching the drivel
Spew from the idiot box
It’d feel much better
being tied to a pile of rocks,
Lied to and beaten,
By those we elect.
If there was somewhere to go
certainly we’d all defect!
But here we stay,
Slowly wasting away
In our cardboard menagerie
with nothing to play,
Why ask why
because it takes to much time
It’s so much easier
to sit here and whine.
Washed up, worn out
Left by the side of the curb.
So it goes
Life in the the sub-suburbs
Bombarded by media’s
onslaught galore
Draining our brain cells
We’re all corporate whores.
Minute by minute
We sell ourselves whole
Until there’s nothing left
As is there goal.
Washed up, worn out
Left by the side of the curb.
So it goes
Life in the the sub-suburbs!
Going Through the Motions
By Kaoss
Day in, Day out.
Over and over, never changing.
One bleeding into the next
no change, just more of the same.
Is it any wonder the line
is blurring crazy and sane.
Tedium eats at the soul.
Forever pursuing some faceless goal.
Never to achieve
Nor to arrive
Like rats in a maze,
Fighting to survive.
*Going through the motions
It’s like swimming in the ocean.
Getting nowhere fast.
Fighting a losing battle.
How much longer can it last!
Back and forth,
popping up and down.
Everyone freaking
And running around.
Glassy eyed stares
no one really cares.
This one blabbing,
That one back.
incessant chatter, constant
Intelligence lacks.
Fighting for sanity
Avoiding calamity.
*Going through the motions
It’s like swimming in the ocean.
Getting nowhere fast.
Fighting a losing battle.
How much longer can it last!
Back and forth,
popping up and down.
Everyone freaking
And running around.
Glassy eyed stares
no one really cares.
This one blabbing,
That one back.
incessant chatter, constant
Intelligence lacks.
Fighting for sanity
Avoiding calamity.
*Going through the motions
It’s like swimming in the ocean.
Getting nowhere fast.
Fighting a losing battle.
How much longer can it last!
By Kaoss
Day in, Day out.
Over and over, never changing.
One bleeding into the next
no change, just more of the same.
Is it any wonder the line
is blurring crazy and sane.
Tedium eats at the soul.
Forever pursuing some faceless goal.
Never to achieve
Nor to arrive
Like rats in a maze,
Fighting to survive.
*Going through the motions
It’s like swimming in the ocean.
Getting nowhere fast.
Fighting a losing battle.
How much longer can it last!
Back and forth,
popping up and down.
Everyone freaking
And running around.
Glassy eyed stares
no one really cares.
This one blabbing,
That one back.
incessant chatter, constant
Intelligence lacks.
Fighting for sanity
Avoiding calamity.
*Going through the motions
It’s like swimming in the ocean.
Getting nowhere fast.
Fighting a losing battle.
How much longer can it last!
Back and forth,
popping up and down.
Everyone freaking
And running around.
Glassy eyed stares
no one really cares.
This one blabbing,
That one back.
incessant chatter, constant
Intelligence lacks.
Fighting for sanity
Avoiding calamity.
*Going through the motions
It’s like swimming in the ocean.
Getting nowhere fast.
Fighting a losing battle.
How much longer can it last!
Import of Lyrics June 2011
Darkness Abounds
By Kaoss
The sun shines, yet it doesn’t.
In the brightest day,
It’s still one dark night.
Progressing onward,
In an endless parade
getting deeper and darker,
with each passing step.
Self hatred grows,
but what else is new.
One keeps wondering
About the other foot.
But then there’s that,
Whole thing with the shoe.
Nothing every goes right.
One tries to do the best.
But no matter, It’s never enough.
The boogeyman always,
Pops up and turns it south.
Murhpy’s law in full effect
before it’s started,
everything’s wrecked.
Pariah at large
Shunned by the light
The abyss always calling
Embedded with fright.
It’s never any different
always the same
No winning….end of game.
By Kaoss
The sun shines, yet it doesn’t.
In the brightest day,
It’s still one dark night.
Progressing onward,
In an endless parade
getting deeper and darker,
with each passing step.
Self hatred grows,
but what else is new.
One keeps wondering
About the other foot.
But then there’s that,
Whole thing with the shoe.
Nothing every goes right.
One tries to do the best.
But no matter, It’s never enough.
The boogeyman always,
Pops up and turns it south.
Murhpy’s law in full effect
before it’s started,
everything’s wrecked.
Pariah at large
Shunned by the light
The abyss always calling
Embedded with fright.
It’s never any different
always the same
No winning….end of game.
Import May 2011
Monthly Archives: May 2011
PRISONER INSIDE
bY KAOSS
EYES OPEN
EVERYTHING SEEMS ALL RIGHT
KIND OF DARK
BUT IT IS THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
AWAKE AGAIN
EVERYTHING SEEMS OFF
NOT QUITE SURE
SOMETHING FEELS LOST
LOOKING ABOUT
LIFE RUSHES AROUND
TRYING SPEAK
BUT OUT COMES NO SOUND
NOT CERTAIN
BUT ALL IS NOT RIGHT
IT’S GETTING DARK
SOON WILL BE NIGHT
NOW QUITE FRANTIC
SHAKING WITH FEAR
SCREAMING ALOUD
BUT NOT A SOUL HEARS
TRYING TO REASON
BUT ALL HOPE IS LOST
FEEL LIKE A PRISONER
ON WHOM THE KEY IS TOSSED
SHRIEKING AND SHAKING
BUT NO NO AVAIL
NOT ONE SOUL DOES NOTICE
LIKE SAND IN A PAIL
PRISONER INSIDE
LOCKED DEEP WITHIN
STILL QUITE ALIVE
BUT NONE CAN GET IN.
bY KAOSS
EYES OPEN
EVERYTHING SEEMS ALL RIGHT
KIND OF DARK
BUT IT IS THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
AWAKE AGAIN
EVERYTHING SEEMS OFF
NOT QUITE SURE
SOMETHING FEELS LOST
LOOKING ABOUT
LIFE RUSHES AROUND
TRYING SPEAK
BUT OUT COMES NO SOUND
NOT CERTAIN
BUT ALL IS NOT RIGHT
IT’S GETTING DARK
SOON WILL BE NIGHT
NOW QUITE FRANTIC
SHAKING WITH FEAR
SCREAMING ALOUD
BUT NOT A SOUL HEARS
TRYING TO REASON
BUT ALL HOPE IS LOST
FEEL LIKE A PRISONER
ON WHOM THE KEY IS TOSSED
SHRIEKING AND SHAKING
BUT NO NO AVAIL
NOT ONE SOUL DOES NOTICE
LIKE SAND IN A PAIL
PRISONER INSIDE
LOCKED DEEP WITHIN
STILL QUITE ALIVE
BUT NONE CAN GET IN.
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