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a rock n' roll song

i want to fall into this dream
and rip away all the skin
as my sins teem with life
under the brim of a boiling
water cup with too much in it
let me go or i'll be forced to cry
for police or playground security
militant rifles and playschool dirties
touch me here or touch me there
i can't touch you just anywhere
i have to know where your hands
want me to be at a certain time
a certain decree

let me piss down on your party and run
the parade
let me get on top of you and
grind our hips to save
the only thing ever left
when the day is through, the humping
and the moaning and the spilling
over when we're done

let me reach inside
let me touch your eyes
and let me drink your milky white
wonderful fruit
let me drink the juice when it spills from you
i can eat every word you've ever vomitted
and repeat every notion in a
regurgitated flood

it makes no sense but it sure does sound fun
can't i ever get close to you?
i want to see like you
i want to hear the hums of the drives
i want to tune in, kick into overdrive

i want to have your black hair straight
and messed behind my ears while i look
into a camera that will preserve
an image of me
for ten thousand years
make me angelic like your pretty little face
don't spoil a minute or will never save
this place
we can't ever be such a million dollar man
but if the record company calls
we might as well send it to the can

i want more!
i can't ever reach the sun
i flew too high and i burnt up like a crumb
a snowflake in hell is a testament to suicide
a flowergirl in the woods is lost
like a vacant cow
touch my everglowing green bulbs and illuminate
the sand as it turns to glass
RIGHT INSIDE YOUR HANDS!

burn like the holy motherfucker you claim you are
take your ever present morals and your
overbearing laws
shove them up that tiny little ass
and let it grow inside until
you explode into a mess

ancient cities rise and again and now
run currents to the falls
under bridges sink the world
and here is where i fall
falter in a million different
single, vile ways
each and everyone special
each one the same
finger special cousins and finger
special names
finger special foods
and finger special days
finger every single second you thought
you were in bliss
open up your fucking eyes
and walk among the piss
finger every sappy little story
ever told
finger every soul in this
solitary mold
finger body, finger mind, finger all the time
finger more until your stuffed
finger till your full!

i'm nothing like you
i can't touch and taste
like the single burning tongue
that's scarred onto your face
i'm nothing
i'm single solitary!
alone and scary!

point your fingers at my home
point your fingers at my door
point your fingers
point your fingers
snap them off!
take a look in your mirror
repeat variables
and wipe away your sneer

grossed out by what you see
and your homosexual fears?
grossed out by your manditory tears?
take a tearstained pillow and blow
away complaints
if you can stand to point
then you can take the blame!

take it from me
take it all away
i'm not your puppet
i'm not your string
i'm not the user
i'm not the used!
i'm not your victim
i'm not the few
i'm not many
but so few between!

blink your eyes and shut your mouth
blink away the blurry pouts
open your mouth
but it's sewn shut
try to scream
but hear no sound!

what can you see here?
what do you know?
what can i promise?
what have i shown?

a little lake here
deep and blue!
an empty vigil
to the new

open but so closed and dry
in a drought your mouth seems wide
crack a smile and crack your mouth
crack your face and fall apart!

i'm not your nothing
i'm not filled with pain
i'm not a messiah
i'm not a flame
i'm not youth
i'm not game
i'm not up for these overplaying games
stink and rot and shit upon sorry
little raves
we can't get away
so we'll sink away
into

wake up!
smell the coffee?
how long can you stay here?

i have to play here
a rock n' roll song

don't you open up your sorry mouth
you can't carry my own health
you can't play these games
such much more i could say!

what do i play here?
do the pieces all fit?
do i even really give a shit?


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