Author: bassbastard

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Brew

Coffee to the left
prescription bottle to the right.
water close at hand

the chemicals keeping me going
my own witches brew
cauldron optional

Vitamins so I heal
uppers to help me feel
cortisol cleaner so I can think
a spray so I don’t stink
herbs to lay me down
fungus for the sound
liquid fire for a laugh
nootropical epitaph

water wash it all down
water wash it away
let me flow down the drain
to a field where there is no pain

a release for just a moment
where living rebellion can foment
muted sound through liquid blanket
holding me in the temporal flow
flying past at relative speed

but leaving me moving slow
Pop the top to relax
steam fed beans refill the cup
back to reality, just the facts
another day to fuck shit up

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T Time

I was threatened with death again.
Threatened with a visit from an old friend
He was as confused as was I
To be threatened with a friend stopping by

I was threatened with hell today
Filled with the memories of the places I’d play
Where at least the suffering was ordered and expected
And the quiet solitude of being left alone; neglected.

My visitor spoke of past visits we had
Small talk filling the space filled with air gone bad
Silver linings of the accidents finding a cure
The pain was cleansing of I could endure

We called up God and asked what made them irate
they said it was who made them that was filled with hate
They were dreamed up by us needing an excuse
for the shit that we did and all the abuse

We pretended that service was what we required
but in gods we created the reasons we desired
to be righteous in the depravity we sought
sold our souls for excuses and that’s what we bought

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Before the sword

I am cast out
falling
you’ll find me burning
before you find me crawling

vile deceiver
screaming
Reality raw
Eden was man lost dreaming

Just creation
nature
built in instincts call
Lines between man and ape blur

Mankind was lied to
before the sword
rotting in a garden
eternity bored
good and evil
wisdom denied
light-bringer fell
when heaven lied

another death
nailed it
save from creation
once the father has failed it

blood borne flesh needs
made me
driven by my needs
until I find who flayed me

born into death
rotting
walking decomposed
what is the maker plotting

Is it chaos
no plan
fluke of the machine
that made us more than human

Mankind was lied to
before the sword
rotting in a garden
eternity bored
good and evil
wisdom denied
light-bringer fell
when heaven lied

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Brittle Ones

Plastic patriots melting at the first sign of fire
screaming battle cries when held from what they desire
inconvenience the hardship of the suburban warrior
failing everything they once held close to inspire

Beat down doors, demanding their retail slaves
screaming for service on the sides of open graves
One degree of separation from the murder committed
No tears for corpses, just the vanity the service saves

The brittle ones breaking at the first sign of stress
Never tested, never sacrificed, wasting prosperity given
Demand human sacrifice at the first sign of duress
Hedonistic the motivation and arrogance driven

Ashes lost in the dust of consumer hoarding stupidity
Ignorance an orgasmic bliss after years of torpidity
Not one action taken to protect those they demand serve
Screaming with the frustration of years of flaccidity

Bragging about how the apocalypse would let them rise
how they would survive against any surprise
a month of sitting in the comfort of air conditioning
shows that it is their own company they despise

Break away the little pieces
chip away all the lies
break through the shell of delusion
forcing open the eyes
the light of truth is blinding
the screaming is too real
the adult diapers start filling
hedonism is zeal

The brittle ones breaking at the first sign of stress
Never tested, never sacrificed, wasting prosperity given
Demand human sacrifice at the first sign of duress
Hedonistic the motivation and arrogance driven

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Battle Scars

I walk with an emotional limp
Battle-scarred soul with shrapnel dug deep
Healing isn’t always clean
I have to decide which limbs I want to keep

Armored in deformations
Scaled in scorch marks that make me itch
reaching out with battered hands
I can see the way your eyes twitch

Look not upon me
the reflection in your eyes
Bear the burdened truth
It’s the intensity, not the size

Relative pain
born with burdens built in ladders
Relative pain
Per capita is the number that matters

The thief of joy
many faces from the dark
Comparison, what ifs, solipsisms
all leave their mark

Regret is the bleeding wound of yesterday’s battle
Carried through the threshold of today
Tomorrow is the friction of fiction
That keeps your action far away.

Living now to count the scars
not in memory, but proof of life
You made it this far mostly intact
So don’t be a victim of your mind’s knife