SLIT WRIST APOLOGY Tired of being who you want me to be I want to run from here Call me away to become one in a million pieces broken inside by glass Fuck this reality within me I am who you want me to be closed in by a roomful of hurt laughing at my innocence I become who I hate This way I travel by car or plane still filled with self hate I know my limitations Razor blade on my pillow the drops form circles a case of mistaken blues no more wanting to become who you want me to be. Copyright 2000 Jason Lewis ____________________________________________________________ LIGHT BEARER Catch a fallen angel put him on a pedistal look inside the prophets eye to see beyond the interpretation the stone of the elixer born of suffering inducing splinter the mortal beckons I am Lucifer gaze into the oceans of time eternal angel of light follow the morning star beyond the northern star I am of the lightbearer In the beauty calls the confused one prophetical an only son born with a golden sceptor to be forever grateful partake of the ritual Copyright 2000 Jason Lewis ____________________________________________________________ UNTITLED With my flashlight I shine towards god does he see my light I try to let it shine but my batteries are dead Copyright 2000 Jason Lewis ____________________________________________________________ COMING DOWN Open up your mind let the aural expanse begin burning incense the aroma fills the glands Eruption of emotions calling to the divine allow it to come to you A ritual burned herbs feeling like the world is coming down Copyright 2000 Jason Lewis ____________________________________________________________ TO DREAM A LIE Opiate for a troubled soul in a day of confusion a man cries for a savior to beckon to heal what time has forgot In the daze hidden creations arise cowering down in a corner A young man dying inside tears of lament take control follow the dream a lie a lie a lie Opiate for a troubled soul in a day of confusion Copyright 2000 Jason Lewis ____________________________________________________________
The poems here are more or less story poems. See if you can figure out what I'm trying to say. THE OLD LADY MADE SOME HERBAL TEA (parts 1,2,3,) Part 1 The reign of the laughing warriors had come to an abrupt stop with years of being held back by the somber tribe of the superstituos mountain range. ABEV the clan leader of the angra was held in contempt by the court jester Orage. The eunic and the banjo player sung in dischord about the decision. It had come to pass; spake V.V. the prophet who had an uncanny ability to see exactly 1 minute and 62 seconds into the future by way of eaten a bowl of cheerios in his past life. The old lady made some herbal tea. Part 2 (The Souvenir) Felicia, the bald headed, pot smoking son of a gun had stolen Mikes U.F.O. souvenir. Mike, had all the reason to murder Felicia. But Enuman the alien from the distant planet Veparth intervened and split the souvenir into. Both Mike and Felicia were happy that the souvenir, an alien subtitled film titanic had been saved. The old lady made some herbal tea. Part 3 (The Myth) There was a myth told by many. Scholars had tried to debunk the story, but evidence mysteriously came from nowhere. The origins seem to be rooted in the dynasty of the Groovy D-Mo Gravy clan. The myth passed from generation to generation is now in the museum of myths located in the Valley Square Mall next to Bibleland on first street in the township of Atlantis. The old lady made some herbal tea. Copyright 2000 Jason Lewis ____________________________________________________________ As always free the weed man. Remember to spread the high. Never roll stems or seeds, and sit back and enjoy natures way of saying HIGH! |