the lonely atheist

I don't believe in Jesus
I don't have a god
I don't pray to no one
It's all a fucking fraud

So I went looking for gold in the ghetto
But I found a white lady instead
She showed me meaning
She showed me faith
And then left me for dead

I turned around on the main drag
She tried to follow me down
She better never find me
And smile that quinine frown

It's okay now

But I still don't believe in Jesus
I still don't have a god
I will pray to no one
Your foundation is a fraud

And for that I must applaud
It's a lonely world with no god

non-prose from the psych ward

I was recently in Western Psych for four days. I had a lot of free time to think. Once I started feeling better, I got a great burst of creativity. Here's eight for you.

"WPIC"

a sterile smell
where beauty lies
and everything she does despise
a three armed gown
one shade of blue
they all know what she's going through

the empty feeling seems to die
she don't know why
she don't know why

gray haired addict
handicapped braids
orange light splaying through the shades
smooth dark skin
a breathing tube
we all slowly get the groove

this is it
no more getting high
to make the empty feeling die

she don't know why
she don't know why

but it's a good thing



"The Mark"

there's a mark
pink and raised
delicate
little girl's lace

there's a mark
i put in place
over bone
i'm coming home

but where is home?
i'd like to know
is it the place
my void did grow?

there's a mark
it's getting dark
i hear the hum

oblivion


"A Good Burn" or "Getting Better"

white noise of the song machine
transmissions in my sad head
there's a light cracking through

some brain dead freak
uncomfortable chairs

that light peeking through is you

my head still aches
it's getting better everyday
sometimes i get scared of progress
what can i blame my failure on today!

sick of technology
running between my ears
it pierces and distorts the truth
electro convulsions are the beer
it's a psycho proof

then the break through starts to come
it's gonna be okay
sometime i'll learn my way

until then sickly smoke will rise
and burn into my mind



"Triazdam"

there's a fire in my heart
there's a fire in my mind
there's a fire in my calves

waiting for the dose
waiting for the dose

there's some crazy pacing 'round
but it doesn't make a sound
and i'm ready to head on down

waiting for the dose
waiting for the dose

my apathy meets the empathy
on the pale translucent skin
my eyes minuscule dots
the color of mossy rocks

the milky white remains
stopped turning this girl on
but that feeling's coming on
damn it's strong

there's a fire in my heart
there's a fire in my mind
there's a fire in my smile

waiting for the dose



More soon.

avoid and distract

She puts a spin on apathy
It's a quiet walk away
A permanent brand of empathy
Black ink on pale clay

Avoid and distract, because there's no turning back
Empty black circles dilate and contract
Brown it then turns to green
I'm tired of trying to find what it means

empty head

Your hands on my body burn in a bad way
Can't stand the feeling anymore
Today is gonna be the day
It resonates in his core

I can't believe in myself
I can't look into the mirror
I can't feel anymore
So how am I supposed to feel for you?
Even if I wanted to

I just want you to go away
You have no idea of the words I say
"Emily, why are you so sad?"
You ask me everyday

I can't put the past away

okay

Check the park for a man
Before you hit the floor
The old junkies under the bridge
Don't speak much anymore

And the world changed
Right before our eyes
Their size, oh their size

Swimming through a sea of garbage
She said
Trash seems to follow us everywhere
But we don't care
We don't care

Sometimes I just can't go on
Dear, I want to die
Write the main line down her arm
And send it down her spine

Swimming through a sea of garbage
She said
Trash seems to follow us everywhere
But we don't care
We don't care

turn your life around

You spoke, "I'm not going back,"
But I'm pretty sure that's no fact, no
My phone keeps buzzing on

Would you give it up for me?
You spoke, "I surely think so,"
I'm pretty sure that's no fact, no
No where to go

Special kid showed her how
To turn her life around
He's a handful
But he's hers

He was hers
Where to go now...