Pus Bag

I read you as dangerous.

I find you offensive
And dismissive of my kind
I find you a pus bag
Without logical use of your mind

You're dangerous like a tick
On the back of a rat
Carrying bubonic plague
And being you are that

You come under my judgement
You into a category do fall
Of being on an elimination list
When it comes time to give it all

You use up resources
Soon you shall be gone
You are nothing but
What a red dot should reside upon




Neils
11:06 am
05/19/2010
*
standard statement of denial
of any violent intent


N....again

It's been my observation

Some people only change
When they're losing
They don't make moral adjustments
Upon rationally considering their choosing

They simply quiet down
They go to lying in wait
They bathe in resentment
They soak in their own foul hate

They play to destroy you
Use every low down dirty trick
They are obsessive and insane
They are unbalanced and sick

But don't mistake their ramblings
For they are tricky and conniving as well
And if they seriously hurt you
They'd laugh like Hell

Oh they'll act partially remourceful
But they know what they're doing
When they give a five minute apology
For a years worth of screwing

First it was all your fault
And you should pay and pay
But when the tables turn
Then they don't want to play

They want to negotiate
But it's not for right or peace
They do it because they're losing
And want the struggle to cease

So they can gather their resources
They can take a little time
To work together another scourge
With their partners in crime


Neils
10:31 pm
05/07/2010
*
transcribed this time
10:50 am
05/10/2010

N....again

To fight evil

One has to be brave
One has to go deep into the guts
One has to measure carefully
The full meaning of the ifs ands and buts

That is applied to the situation
Where does strength lie
What is it that blinds the truthful eyes
When does discretion apply

For slippery is the motivation
Of snakes and creepy crawly things
And circle talks that never unlock
But wind about in endless rings

That surround the everyday
And follow you into the night
How does not risking being wrong
Qualify one to pursue what’s right



Neils
9:17 am
09/26/2009
*
transcribed this time
1:29 pm
09/29/2009


N....again

Disingenuous

She's nobody's tiger shark
More like a rat infested with fleas
That leap off and bite you
And leave you with the plague of her disease

She's nobody's lioness stalking
She's more like a Hyena sneaking
She has no eye of the eagle
More like a scavenger furtively peeking

She's a bottom feeder slithering
Through the sewers of slime
She wins no savage battles
But is satisfied at wasting your time

She dares no true victory
Because she risks no loss
There's no true allegiance to her
No one she will not double cross




Neils
10:21 pm
07/09/2009
*
transcribed this time
10:27 pm
07/09/2009

N....again

Oh man I don't know what I'll do

If the queers don't like me
If they consider me a bad bad man
Because I don't care whether they get it
I could hardly really give less of a damn

About their views about marriage
Because it's between a woman and a man
I'm not explaining anything to idiots anymore
I'd rather give them the back of my hand

I'd knock one down if he dared to enter
And interrupt my church's goings on
I'd hit him so hard he wouldn't know if
He was there or had already got up and gone

No son of mine will have a gay boy scout leader
That sick slick would find himself in one helleva fix
Not that he'd be able to pin it on anybody
No matter how many he knew of the ACLU tricks

He'd just have an accident
And that's all I'm going to say
I'm not in their masturbate debate club
They can just get the hell out of the way

He'd just have an accident in
My Marines my fire team my squad
He could section 8 scream it leavin
Lame flame game blame'n it all on God

And I wouldn't even care a little bit
I ain't putin up with it anymore
And believe me I wouldn't need to get caught
To relieve me of my guilt or to even out the score

I'd be as bright eyed as the day I was born
I'd be as innocent as a lamb
I've had enough of the no let ups on the sets up
I believe it's time for the rise of the

Hetero-sexual Northern Eurocentric man





Neils
9:28 pm
03/26/2009
*
transcribed this time
10:48 am
03/29/2009


N....again

Great Scott

This is the time of the Jihad

This is the time of the Holy war
This is the time of the saviors
Who try to pretend they're not whores

Petty are the arguments
Revenge and self righteousness reign
To be insulted is the worst offense
Other than choosing to be insane

Minimizing by criticizing
But not allowing any hits back
Champions of the world
But only with their sneak attacks

Consider this offering here
Supposedly a stupid waste of time
How dare everyone not express alike
How dare uniqueness apply to the human mind

Man I hate the petty tyrants
And their go along squad
The only one equal to their opinion
Might be just might be God's

They don't have to prove anything
Insinuation is enough
Come on come on what's that other part
About when the going gets tough



Neils
11:06 pm
03/16/2009
*
transcribed this time
11:42 am
03/17/2009


N....again

Why do you subject yourself to people who act like assholes all the time

I like to kick bad guys in the nuts the knees the ribs
I like to fuck them up and completely ruin their day
Because I hate them for everything they do
And every stupid ass ridiculous thing they have to say

I like to psychological hurt the bullies of the world
I like to see real fear come up into their eyes
When I strip them of all their false front image
And expose all their manipulative selfish ignorant lies

Innocent people are hurt Good people suffer
Because fools have been gettin way to much slack
They're not really arguing points they're like poison
Or a scum bag tryin to stab you in the back

I subject myself to them because I have the skill
To turn all their bullshit around on them at times
I have the ability to actually hurt their souls
And put off balance their small petty weak minds

The whole world has gone half crazy
But there are still people of excellent quality and style
And for those individuals of effort toughness and courage
I am always willing to go that extra mile

You can succeed in many ways in this world
But nothing beats in some way making your enemy die
Nothing beats taking them down hard and then
Standing foot on his chest and raising your weapon

In Victory to the sky


Neils
9:41 pm
03/02/2009
*
transcribed this time
9:49 pm
03/02/2009

N....again

Clarification

On some guy asserting
He does know shit

Yeah but I mean when you don't have a spoon and fork in your hand
And a napkin tucked under your chin
Or you aren't anxious and waiting to use your tongue
For some dude who ran out of toilet paper as a way to make a friend






Neils
12;21 pm
02/04/2009

Train schedules

Train schedules Conductors and Tickets
Or why nobody believes you're in the big league
If you don't bring your own balls

You guys are so pathetic
You guys are so small
You've done nothing with your lives
And in the end you'll have done nothing at all

You have no will to achieve
You have no drive to excel
You walk around in mundanity
And there is where you'll dwell

You see no greatness in the humble
You see no magic in the everyday
You hear no miracle in a bird's song
Or what a child might offhandedly say

You pride yourselves on shared put downs
And derisions decisions to demean
All of which is admittedly much much easier
Than to muster the courage it takes to dream

So cackle and laugh and dance and prance
And point and snicker and hide behind snide
But one day the conductor's gonna punch your ticket
The one you're countin on you think

Entitles you to a free ride



Neils
4:51 pm
01/16/2009
*
transcribed this time
8:18 pm
01/16/2009


N....again

Hate

I'm not tricky about it
I'm not making you a fool
You do that all by yourself
You're your own best tool

I honestly hate you
Like that isn't a valid state
Beats all that victim dictum
That spews out of reprobates

I also love
I'm also kind
I can think for myself
And responsible for my own mind

I can be really savage
All out edgy rage
Is written all over my books
When I leaf though page to page

At least I'm not a whiney dog
At least I'm not a beast
Who steals his way into the tent
And thinks he's entitled at the feast

I like my brothers and family
I like me and mine
I like Bar B Que and Southern Music
That'll do me just fine

So

Don't be sayin I didn't tell ya
Don't be sayin you weren't warned
Don't be tryin anymore to set me up
Because I'm not in the least bit torn

If you survive or need my help
Or want my money guns or food
Because

I kinda actually hate you as a way of life
And not some come and go kind of mood





Neils
4:17 pm
11/22/2008
*
transcribed this time
5:25 pm
11/23/2008



N....again

I miss Katie

I miss her intelligence
I miss her wild wonderful stories
About death and love and sex
And some part time glory

I miss her rants and raves
I miss her cutting through the crap
She didn't easily fall in line with a
Bunch of namby pamby wussy pap

Katie could dish it out
But man she had some stalkers
She didn't care she never was a
Fan of any empty brained talker

People would just freak out
When she'd tell'm to eat shit and die
She was all kinds of crazy heat with a beat
I like chicks who can make you laugh and cry

With their direct approach to the truth
I like hard corps rollin and bold
I'll always take the fire for effect kind
Over the tepid critics and their shoulders cold




Neils
6:18 pm
11/19/2008
*
transcribed this time
5:28 pm
11/20/2008


N....again

Your tolerance

Your tolerance is amazing
Your moral equivalency is strong
How convenient being blind to the obvious
Makes you never wrong

How compassionate and understanding
How open minded and deep
Like the media isn't completely depraved
And rooting for abominations number one creep

Petty details distractions and deflections
The tools of trash talking squawking fools
Morons who don't even know what the game is
Oh but they sure do want to tell us the rules


Neils
9:31 am
04/02/2008

Witness to the Cruelty

The dog is screaming
And the master just lets it go on
The dog is dying
But the master’s heart is gone

The dog is bleeding
While the master only looks down
The dog is crying pleading
But the master is a punk bitch clown

The master loves his image
He loves for his animal to have game
But he doesn’t have to have any
He doesn’t even have to use his brain

The dog is paying the full price
For the master not having any feelings
All the master loves is his adrenalin
Pumping and his senses reeling

The master gets all the credit
While the dog looks up into his eyes
But all he sees in his master
Are shallow self indulgent evil lies

****
****

The dog is bleeding bleeding
While the master only looks down
The dog is crying pleading
But the master is punk bitch clown

****
****

It ought to be the so called master
That gets his throat ripped out
Dog fighters are among the lowest of the low
And of that there is no doubt





Neils
6:36 pm
01/10/2008
*
transcribed this time
6:43 pm
01/10/2008



N.....again

A mouthy little boy toy

You need a buttstroke to the face
You need a swift kick in the guts
You need a fist to the groin
You need your head shoved up your butt

You need your attitude adjusted
You're such a pathetic worthless wimp
You need a journey to the Middle East
You need to be sold to a Syrian pimp

What a gutless wonder
What a mouthy little boy toy
You deserve the fires of Hell
For your small self indulgent joy

You speak of young brave men
And know not of the roads they've walked
You're nothing but an empty shell
Who thinks they've said something

Because they opened their mouth and talked



Neils
6:22 pm
12/15/2007
*
transcribed this time
6:27 pm
12/15/2007



N....again

You try to give them a chance....Till you just have to punch their literary teeth out and break their pop corn back bones

You deserve a beat down

A blanket party and a
Foot locker to fall over
Mr rocket car driver and
The world is all flowers and clover

What a punked out bitch
You've turned out to be
Even if you were anything before
All you are now is a used to be

Quite your whining and crying
Neal Young ain't gonna be your friend
How does it feel to live in a world
Completely built around pretend

Cole Porter was in the French Foreign Legion
Jimi Hendrix was Airborne and didn't sing rap
You on the other hand seem to hope against hope
You can slip by with your sing songy soft pedaled crap

Wake up and quit bein the organ grinders monkey
Quit trying to placate the ship of fools request
Some where Some how in Some way you've forgotten
Where to go deep inside to step forth with your best

I bet you can't even name one guy who isn't a lame ass
Who isn't an over self involved hollowed imitation man
What are you gonna do take the so called slide ride
And then and only then on your last day and last breath

Try to do the best you can



Neils
10:48 pm
09/03/2007
*
transcribed this time
10:56 pm
09/03/2007



N......again

Bravo Bravo

You never stood up for nuthin

You never stood up for your nation
You never stood up for your race
You were born with a set of cotton balls
No guts and no desire to merge with grace

You were clever with your words
They never touched either blood or bone
When ever a brother ever needed another
You were always proud to stand alone

You believed in contrived connections
You taught nothing of substance or stone
You had all the faith of a false tale teller
For your sins of omissions you never atoned

Oh you were smart enough to give lip service
To look another seriously in the eye
To say that you finally understood your real teacher
Never told you or lived as an example a lie

But those were just conveniences
Something that slipped easily off the tongue
Like the skill you had long ago learned
Long ago when we were all strong and young

But you seemed to meet every test
With a side step a put off or a slide
But neither intellectual acumen or
Protected surroundings forever gets a free ride

Do you remember anything you’ve said
Do you remember any vows that you have taken
Do you remember any chances you’ve been given
Or have you just done your walk away fade

And left them all forsaken

Do you remember sitting on that porch
That wintry day at the Ave B cafe
Do you remember the words
Stand up for the truth

Or have you
Still got nuthin to say




Neils
7:37 pm
07/24/2007

You need to wake up

You need to wake up

To a boot in your face
To a fist in your gut
To being slammed on the ground
To somebody kicking your butt

You're irritating and simpering
You're petty and bed wetty
You need a claymore good morning
And to step on a bouncing betty

You need your knees broken
Your head stomped in
You need a left to the throat
And and a right to the chin

Shut up with your cry baby
Version of the world
You can't even toss your
Hat in the ring.....

Without throwin it like a girl



Neils
5:04 pm
07/21/2007
*
transcribed this time
5:07 pm
07/21/2007



N.....again

How nice it is to attack

By always being the one who's insulted
Somehow slighted somehow hurt
How convenient justification slides off
The tongue when it snakes out

To dish its dirt






Neils
2:03 am
03/26/2007

A Broken Back

Another explanation
Another whacked out crack
At another creation

Another infected wound
Bleeding on your shirt
How impolite
And who cares if you're hurt

Can't you shut up
Don't you know by now
We're never given in
Till completely overpowered somehow

Then I'll be on your side
Then I always was
Then I'll finally get it
And you'll be the newest buzz

Come on and be my teacher
I Know you're not a saint
But why be so unmerciful
Can't you show some self restraint

For my malignant narcissism
For my rule by power
Aren't the iris's beautiful
Underneath the prisoners tower

I've protected you and loved you
I've forgiven all your sins
Now the least you can do for me
Is to bend enough to be a friend

Maybe then I'd trust you
Maybe if you'd just learn to compromise
You wouldn't have that look you do
When people look you in the eyes

Neils
1:36 am
05/05/2003
*
transcribed this time
7:31 pm
11/03/2006

N.....again

THE DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

THE DIRTY LITTLE SECRET IS
NOT SO SECRET

You're an idiot

You're a control freak and a whiner
All rolled up into one
Somehow somebody sold you
On how you get things done

You think by twisting and turning
And spinning on petty detail
You’re showing how brilliant you are
But you’re coming off weak and pale

You’re an odd combination of arrogance
And impudence speaking as one voice
It’s like you’re trapped by your obsession
And intensity of direction is your only choice

You don’t slow down enough to think
You can’t feel anything but your pride
I can sense the collector coming for you
And wait till you see the price to pay

When you think you're owed a free ride





Neils
10:47 pm
10/05/2006
*
transcribed this time
11:01 pm
10/05/2006


N.....again