What ever happened to the graffiti masters?
Those virtuosos of spray paint
Once, they reigned over this land
Their masterpieces graced the highway overpasses
So majestic, so refreshing
Like a mountain stream
The clouds of paint so vibrant
Just like their counterparts at sunset
The masters no longer grant us their beautiful arts
They've been replaced
Now only abysmally bland tags remain
The symbols are there, but they lack character
They’re just going through the motions
There’s no beauty left
The art is gone
The ingenious has left leaving only the insipid
The beautiful replaced by the banal
The decorative displaced by the dull
Lea
The droning cacophony continues
I sit here, tortured
Eternally damned to what is only by the most technical definition music
But still I wait
I know that here amongst the oblivious masses I’ll find her
The other for whom I know beautiful music will play as soon as we unite
Out there
She wanders the endless night
The chilly lonely night
The fruitless search continues
Day by day
Fear itself overcome by loneliness
For loneliness is fear as well
Two faces of the same haunting guise
Faces that freeze me in place
Body glistening with frozen crystals of sweat
The night, so very cold
Iced over, her heart slows
Will she ever reach her goal
All I know is that she’s somewhere
Out there and I’m looking for her too
The cursed wretched scum of the Earth
Spoiled our fair picnic and destroyed our mirth
The foul assailents committed most heinous deeds
They corrupted and devestated the food that feeds
With our shoes we got revenge for what it was worth
Beware the Honey Badger with its vicious, gnashing teeth
To slay it pull the vorpal blade from its sheath
The Holy Hand Grenade is useless 'gainst this furry foe
It targets a body part that is definitly not your toe
After the Honey Badger is slain the kingdom will bequeath
A jeweled monkey-pony monster plated in armor of gold-leaf
The brighter the light
The deeper the shadow
The worse the plight
The longer the fields lay fallow
The more silent the creeper
The crazier the killer
The specter of the reaper
Don't ask what is in hot dog filler
"Death has a dignity all its own"
words often spoken
but perhaps never meant
Does anyone ever truely see death as dignified?
Poets of yore have claimed to to meet death as a friend
but everyone in every time in every place
has had some nagging doubt
as to the true nature of the final curtain
Death is personified because
We
Can't
Handle
The
Truth
Death is not personable
Death is not kind nor is death malicous
Death is natural
Death is certain
I don't mean to frighten
I seek only to enlighten
Bottles only
The faint yellow lines decorating the vast blue expanse
Arrows circulate in a familiar pattern
A deep blue not unlike the blue of the ocean,
the midnight sky with just enough starlight to reveal the heavens
A plastic bag with wrinkles
remnincient of an ancient jellyfish
The clear film seperates waste from container
Recycle
What ever happened to the graffiti masters?
Those virtuosos of spray paint
Once, they reigned over this land
Their masterpieces graced the highway overpasses
So majestic, so refreshing
Like a mountain stream
The clouds of paint so vibrant
Just like their counterparts at sunset
The masters no longer grant us their beautiful arts
They've been replaced
Now only abysmally bland tags remain
The symbols are there, but they lack character
They’re just going through the motions
There’s no beauty left
The art is gone
The ingenious has left leaving only the insipid
The beautiful replaced by the banal
The decorative displaced by the dull
Lea
The droning cacophony continues
I sit here, tortured
Eternally damned to what is only by the most technical definition music
But still I wait
I know that here amongst the oblivious masses I’ll find her
The other for whom I know beautiful music will play as soon as we unite
Out there
She wanders the endless night
The chilly lonely night
The fruitless search continues
Day by day
Fear itself overcome by loneliness
For loneliness is fear as well
Two faces of the same haunting guise
Faces that freeze me in place
Body glistening with frozen crystals of sweat
The night, so very cold
Iced over, her heart slows
Will she ever reach her goal
All I know is that she’s somewhere
Out there and I’m looking for her too
The cursed wretched scum of the Earth
Spoiled our fair picnic and destroyed our mirth
The foul assailents committed most heinous deeds
They corrupted and devestated the food that feeds
With our shoes we got revenge for what it was worth
Beware the Honey Badger with its vicious, gnashing teeth
To slay it pull the vorpal blade from its sheath
The Holy Hand Grenade is useless 'gainst this furry foe
It targets a body part that is definitly not your toe
After the Honey Badger is slain the kingdom will bequeath
A jeweled monkey-pony monster plated in armor of gold-leaf
The brighter the light
The deeper the shadow
The worse the plight
The longer the fields lay fallow
The more silent the creeper
The crazier the killer
The specter of the reaper
Don't ask what is in hot dog filler
"Death has a dignity all its own"
words often spoken
but perhaps never meant
Does anyone ever truely see death as dignified?
Poets of yore have claimed to to meet death as a friend
but everyone in every time in every place
has had some nagging doubt
as to the true nature of the final curtain
Death is personified because
We
Can't
Handle
The
Truth
Death is not personable
Death is not kind nor is death malicous
Death is natural
Death is certain
I don't mean to frighten
I seek only to enlighten
Bottles only
The faint yellow lines decorating the vast blue expanse
Arrows circulate in a familiar pattern
A deep blue not unlike the blue of the ocean,
the midnight sky with just enough starlight to reveal the heavens
A plastic bag with wrinkles
remnincient of an ancient jellyfish
The clear film seperates waste from container
Recycle
Current Residence: A small planet somewhere in the Milky Way Favourite genre of music: Metal Favourite style of art: music Operating System: PC MP3 player of choice: Classic Ipod Shell of choice: Turtle Wallpaper of choice: Humorous Skin of choice: My own Favourite cartoon character: Homer Simpson Personal Quote: "You can't be afraid and laugh at the same time." -Stephen Colbert