Thursday, March 23, 2006

She had but to pretend

She was truly invulnerable

She was skilled at being blase
She was immune to it all
She had but to pretend
And all before her would fall

She could look the other way
If civilization itself burned to the ground
She could walk past the suffering wounded
Without making one single committed sound


She had the kind of style and wit
That went with her hair and clothes
Because mostly it's about appearance
And maybe some of what you dare to know

Oh...she went to all the hip places
She sipped her coffee just so
She wore all the current fragrances
And scrubbed her young face into a glow

That would stay there as long as
The coincidence of youth remained
But in the end we all get the face
That shows how we chose to or not to

Honor the inner flame

8:21 am
transcribed this time
9:10 am


Brain cells and Hair dye

What an impolite
Little twit poser

What is it
Is it your hair color dye
Soaking through
Into your head

That leaves you
This indulgently
Intellectually lazy that
You're almost brain dead

7:45 am
transcribed this time
9:04 am


Thursday, March 16, 2006

As to basic values

You have no basic values

You believe in Pacificism till it's inconvenient
You believe in loyalty till it isn't easy
You believe in honor and integrity till
You think you can get more by being sleezy

Essentially you're a moral relativist
And opportunistic excuse making creep
The only important things in the world
To you are the ones you can keep

You are hollow and empty inside
You have no steel no forged core
You have no compass or code
And less honesty and decency

Than a whore

9:42 am
transcribed this time
9:56 am