one can almost see
the entropy felt by a galactic bastard
smoldering in that empty hole labeled "soul"
wait a while
our fatherless child
might slip some crystal lenses
onto his crooked nose
watch bicycle spokes
and stars shoot by
that shitty windows 95 screensaver comes to mind
oh oppression
disdainfully he presses down on the lever
marked carefully "operation microsoft freedom"
a penguin climbs aboard
soon the thirst will come
when it does, all that will be found in the fridge is
condiments
the tap broke long ago
only sand comes out now
but anyway
the penguin asks, "would you like to keep your
left click capabilities?"
the reply is a trickle of drool
some days the milkman's boy
likes to land his ship
he might visit walden, or take a stroll through
sleepy hollow
now and then, he shows off his hairy feet
down in the shire
5.01.2009
#10 - untitled
untitled
we have no hands to work with
just arms to bear your weight
we have no heart to love with
just organs made to mate
we have no eyes to see with
just ears to follow orders
we have no soil to grow with
just endless marks and borders
censorship
subjugation
worn down
humiliation
we have no way to heat our homes
just the clothes upon our back
we have no food or clean water
just an empty pot turned black
we have nothing to take for granted
just some dirt and a few guns
we have no young or innocent
just a few guerrilla sons
need met
with exploitation
hell bent
determination
we have no future to look to
just a bleak day by day
we have no chance or ability
just a few minutes to pray
we have no stance or objective
just a need to defend
we have no religion or hope
just means to make an end
we have no hands to work with
just arms to bear your weight
we have no heart to love with
just organs made to mate
we have no eyes to see with
just ears to follow orders
we have no soil to grow with
just endless marks and borders
censorship
subjugation
worn down
humiliation
we have no way to heat our homes
just the clothes upon our back
we have no food or clean water
just an empty pot turned black
we have nothing to take for granted
just some dirt and a few guns
we have no young or innocent
just a few guerrilla sons
need met
with exploitation
hell bent
determination
we have no future to look to
just a bleak day by day
we have no chance or ability
just a few minutes to pray
we have no stance or objective
just a need to defend
we have no religion or hope
just means to make an end
4.14.2009
#9 - allnighter
allnighter
a warm embrace
led to locked eyes
2 seconds too long
disney characters
make good distractions
overanalysis
one forte in common
questions beg for
5 cent answers
my tin cup rattled
soft lips set
below shimmering eyes
lit before dawn
an hours sleep
taken from the clouds
sleepy afternoon
walk across the grass
the door shuts but
i feel you follow me
i forgot to wave
a warm embrace
led to locked eyes
2 seconds too long
disney characters
make good distractions
overanalysis
one forte in common
questions beg for
5 cent answers
my tin cup rattled
soft lips set
below shimmering eyes
lit before dawn
an hours sleep
taken from the clouds
sleepy afternoon
walk across the grass
the door shuts but
i feel you follow me
i forgot to wave
3.31.2009
#8 - National Debt
National Debt
“Liberty” stomping
Dressed in bloodstained camouflage
Leaves a wake of toil.
“Liberty” stomping
Dressed in bloodstained camouflage
Leaves a wake of toil.
#7 - my world/your world
my world/your world
there’s a world out there
where all the pigeons have tourett’s
and all the girls wear red lipstick
where the blind are led by unicorns
and all the cops ride scooters
where tortoises wear knee socks
and cheetahs chat on Bluetooth
where neckties are turbans
and cocaine is for breakfast
where trees like to dance
and wind smells like phosphorous
there’s a world out there
where Santa Clause is a gun for hire
and Bill Gates lives in a cardboard palace
where cabbages can crawl
and your p.o. is in love with you
where apathy is a necessity
and you can feel subatomic energy
where dreams are lucid every night
and classical music kills babies
there’s a world out there
where the drive-through gives you AIDS
and a gargoyle is your copilot
there’s a place, a time
where bad things happen
we all know it
we all love it
we make it happen
this is your world, your life
the place you go
when you’ve no other options
a little hell is all you need
here you make the options
choose the place you go
your world, your life
you make it happen
you love it
you know it
all the bad things happen
in this place, this time
there’s a world out there
where horses fly crop dusters
and the militia men perform ballet
where the system can’t be beat
and goblins run our fiefdom
where trilobites are pets
and brick houses burn down
where entropy is our life
and masturbation kills people
where smoke rises red
and mom sprinkles ash in the corners
there’s a world out there
where abstinence gets you shot
and pogo-sticks roam the freeway
where you don’t go on dates
and breakfast cereal is for rodents
where everyone is full of shit
and the blasphemy is tolerable
where sandboxes are booby traps
and the forest is full of manholes
there’s a world out there
where you fit in
and so do i
there’s a world out there
where all the pigeons have tourett’s
and all the girls wear red lipstick
where the blind are led by unicorns
and all the cops ride scooters
where tortoises wear knee socks
and cheetahs chat on Bluetooth
where neckties are turbans
and cocaine is for breakfast
where trees like to dance
and wind smells like phosphorous
there’s a world out there
where Santa Clause is a gun for hire
and Bill Gates lives in a cardboard palace
where cabbages can crawl
and your p.o. is in love with you
where apathy is a necessity
and you can feel subatomic energy
where dreams are lucid every night
and classical music kills babies
there’s a world out there
where the drive-through gives you AIDS
and a gargoyle is your copilot
there’s a place, a time
where bad things happen
we all know it
we all love it
we make it happen
this is your world, your life
the place you go
when you’ve no other options
a little hell is all you need
here you make the options
choose the place you go
your world, your life
you make it happen
you love it
you know it
all the bad things happen
in this place, this time
there’s a world out there
where horses fly crop dusters
and the militia men perform ballet
where the system can’t be beat
and goblins run our fiefdom
where trilobites are pets
and brick houses burn down
where entropy is our life
and masturbation kills people
where smoke rises red
and mom sprinkles ash in the corners
there’s a world out there
where abstinence gets you shot
and pogo-sticks roam the freeway
where you don’t go on dates
and breakfast cereal is for rodents
where everyone is full of shit
and the blasphemy is tolerable
where sandboxes are booby traps
and the forest is full of manholes
there’s a world out there
where you fit in
and so do i
#6 - sometimes
sometimes
i use a compound miter saw
to cut off people’s fingers
fingers that touch things
they are not supposed to
fingers that steal
hurt and break.
i use a compound miter saw
to cut off people’s fingers
fingers that touch things
they are not supposed to
fingers that steal
hurt and break.
#5 - 777 Prospect Ave.
777 Prospect Ave.
scantily clad women
and a kilo on the counter
white smiley faces
the wind could blow away
papers and paper backs
reeks like a hamster cage
waterlogged wood
swells and creaks
men with guns
holstered or otherwise
swagger from room to room
then mysteriously leave
the surrounding houses
with shot out lights
boarded up windows
no signs of life
our house stands Alone
Decrepit yet Glorious
testament to Lust, Addiction
and Parasitic existence
scantily clad women
and a kilo on the counter
white smiley faces
the wind could blow away
papers and paper backs
reeks like a hamster cage
waterlogged wood
swells and creaks
men with guns
holstered or otherwise
swagger from room to room
then mysteriously leave
the surrounding houses
with shot out lights
boarded up windows
no signs of life
our house stands Alone
Decrepit yet Glorious
testament to Lust, Addiction
and Parasitic existence
#4 - .50 caliber clarinet
.50 caliber clarinet
woodwinds and brass
strings and percussion
these are but small units
yet when they gather
they are a whole
sometimes Conflicted
a Battle
sometimes Harmonious
a Union
who is to say
what it is that makes
A woodwind a woodwind
the strings strung
the creator of the instrument
he that holds its neck
its barrel or joint
he that plays it
makes it do his will
guns and knives
planes and bombs
these are but small units
yet when they gather
they are a whole
sometimes Conflicting
in Combat
sometimes at Peace
an Armistice
who is to say
what it is that makes
a gun a weapon
a knife a bayonet
the creator of the instrument
he that holds its hilt
its barrel or its stock
he that uses it
makes it do his will
woodwinds and brass
strings and percussion
these are but small units
yet when they gather
they are a whole
sometimes Conflicted
a Battle
sometimes Harmonious
a Union
who is to say
what it is that makes
A woodwind a woodwind
the strings strung
the creator of the instrument
he that holds its neck
its barrel or joint
he that plays it
makes it do his will
guns and knives
planes and bombs
these are but small units
yet when they gather
they are a whole
sometimes Conflicting
in Combat
sometimes at Peace
an Armistice
who is to say
what it is that makes
a gun a weapon
a knife a bayonet
the creator of the instrument
he that holds its hilt
its barrel or its stock
he that uses it
makes it do his will
#3 - Death On Call
Death on Call
it’s extremely odd to look back
it was the last time i’ll see you
for god knows how long
you’re off to kick some ass
for the country called america
not a patriot though
you just know what you want
you are beautiful this way
air force tactical air control party
red green and blue dots on your map
a first step in changing all of our lives
my current picture of you
watching your white subaru pull away
your index and fuck you finger held high
i hear zach wylde, randy blythe
every audioslave album there is
i relive every conversation
religion, politics, running, military
i will miss you my friend, my brother
it’s extremely odd to look back
it was the last time i’ll see you
for god knows how long
you’re off to kick some ass
for the country called america
not a patriot though
you just know what you want
you are beautiful this way
air force tactical air control party
red green and blue dots on your map
a first step in changing all of our lives
my current picture of you
watching your white subaru pull away
your index and fuck you finger held high
i hear zach wylde, randy blythe
every audioslave album there is
i relive every conversation
religion, politics, running, military
i will miss you my friend, my brother
#2 - I Steal Sticky Notes From My Employer
(fyi - this is a terrible attempt at prose. but in a silly zombie way.)
I Steal Sticky Notes From My Employer
Dreaming about dying
from the third person perspective
is not very fun for many people.
Sometimes I see myself falling for hours
only to land on the concrete patio of some coffee shop.
The worst are the recurring ones
that stop in once weekly
for a little cerebral chit chat.
Exactly when I fall asleep
I know the dream is coming
but I can’t ever wake myself back up.
More often than not
I wake up all sweaty
and hot
and crying
and really needing to take a leak.
This happens way too much
I really need it to stop
so I can sleep on a consistent schedule. Strangely my boss seems happy to see me
every time I come to work after an episode.
Most mornings
he looks at me like I am a small bit of breakfast stuck to his new Armani Suit.
I think he controls my brain
he knows when I have this dream
that’s why he’s always nice.
One time he even bought me a
coffee
the day after and smiled real big and high fived me.
Normally he just glares at me
tells me not to spill
coffee
in the copier so it won’t stick. Every now
and then I think my coworkers have strange dreams too
when I overhear them talk.
They think our boss is crazy
they ask me
if I can summon my zombie friends to help. Next time I have that scary dream
I have to call the graveyard
and warn them about all the dirt.
For now
I think I’ll just write it on a sticky note
so I don’t forget
and hope no one sees it there.
Now I want our boss to control all of our minds I can summon the zombies tomorrow night.
I’ll write that on a sticky note too.
I Steal Sticky Notes From My Employer
Dreaming about dying
from the third person perspective
is not very fun for many people.
Sometimes I see myself falling for hours
only to land on the concrete patio of some coffee shop.
The worst are the recurring ones
that stop in once weekly
for a little cerebral chit chat.
Exactly when I fall asleep
I know the dream is coming
but I can’t ever wake myself back up.
More often than not
I wake up all sweaty
and hot
and crying
and really needing to take a leak.
This happens way too much
I really need it to stop
so I can sleep on a consistent schedule. Strangely my boss seems happy to see me
every time I come to work after an episode.
Most mornings
he looks at me like I am a small bit of breakfast stuck to his new Armani Suit.
I think he controls my brain
he knows when I have this dream
that’s why he’s always nice.
One time he even bought me a
coffee
the day after and smiled real big and high fived me.
Normally he just glares at me
tells me not to spill
coffee
in the copier so it won’t stick. Every now
and then I think my coworkers have strange dreams too
when I overhear them talk.
They think our boss is crazy
they ask me
if I can summon my zombie friends to help. Next time I have that scary dream
I have to call the graveyard
and warn them about all the dirt.
For now
I think I’ll just write it on a sticky note
so I don’t forget
and hope no one sees it there.
Now I want our boss to control all of our minds I can summon the zombies tomorrow night.
I’ll write that on a sticky note too.
#1 - Oaks
Oaks
Things are becoming strange
Our nature as we know it
It seems everything is aging
Life has changed gears
I watch as sapling oak trees
Become behemoths, reaching skyward
Their limbs creaking and groaning
Natural blasphemy
Our world in transition
Sideways and up
The sun has stopped its roll across the sky
For now, things just grow on
Things are becoming strange
Our nature as we know it
It seems everything is aging
Life has changed gears
I watch as sapling oak trees
Become behemoths, reaching skyward
Their limbs creaking and groaning
Natural blasphemy
Our world in transition
Sideways and up
The sun has stopped its roll across the sky
For now, things just grow on
intial blog
hey guys,
this is the revamped version of lucid dreams inkorporated. i am no longer using the pen name darwin cosk, and well, i'm attempting to get some of this stuff published, so i can't really have two names owning my work. anyway, this stuff is me at a level that i don't really share with everyone, so bear with me. :D i hope you enjoy it a little. we'll see how things go. i'll keep you posted.
-brad
this is the revamped version of lucid dreams inkorporated. i am no longer using the pen name darwin cosk, and well, i'm attempting to get some of this stuff published, so i can't really have two names owning my work. anyway, this stuff is me at a level that i don't really share with everyone, so bear with me. :D i hope you enjoy it a little. we'll see how things go. i'll keep you posted.
-brad
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