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Manic Mechanic

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Some of this stuff is old and some new. Some of it was written when I was a very different person, I keep it as a reminder to myself. I'm just posting for a little feed back. I'm my own worst critic so I'd like to know what some one else thinks.


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you are you no matter what you do
flawed animal walking around on your hind legs
poor reflection a consuming obsession
turn within and turn away
can't look yourself in the eye
mirriors got it all backwards
blood sweat and tears for someone elses gain
and it's all the same all the same
day in and day out
i'm a good person, i have a job i pay taxes, i'm a good person
you can't drink form the cup of the gods, they fling you from the table
you will never see nirvana
keep us busy, keep us broken
nose to the grind stone so you don't look up and see something more
ask the greater questions they have no key for
never taught us in school true knowlegde
all the is and ever will be is in side your our mind but you can't stop to think
can't stop working 9-5, 5,6,7 days a week
can't stop paying the bills
can't stop buying useless crap
can't stop to think
WHY THE FUCK AM I DOING THIS!!!
keep you under, keep you wanting, needing, begging for more
more of nothing,
we can't medate under a tree for 20 years because work starts at 9, and we only get a hour for lunch that we work during to get ahead...
to ahead of what, to where....
to nothing you poor dumb animal


"For You"
I do this for you 'cause
I don't know how to do it for myself
I'm a muse--
but I can't write for myself
Once your shadow curls inside your heart
it never leaves--never.
Even when I'm laughing
even when I smile...
In happiness, still it stays.
So I do this for you 'cause
I don't know how to do it for myself.
I do this for you...
I live
one more day,
week,
year--
For You.


I have countless notebooks full but that would be a bit much...so I chose these two at random.

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this was inspired by getting stuck with "new respoablilities" at work, just because no one else would do it...i was volenteered.

Funny huh?
I'm there but no one cares.
12, 14, 16 hours...
and on my days off.
My back aches, my knees are busted.
All to make it better.
I improve it but no one cares.
I turn the earth with my hands.
Move the past with my broken body.
You have let it rot! You have let it fester!
The garden a waste land, you can fell the apathy in the very ground.
Only the weeds and broken terra cotta stand vidgil.
Funny huh?
Still I shoulder my shovel and make for the plot.
Hope in better tomorrows as the seeds fall into their grave.
Sunburnt under grey sky.
And I never argued or asked why.
You made this my duty. You made this my problem.
Because I just walked up and did what should have been done,
It never should have happen. To let some thing fall so far.
So now it's on me.
There will finally be some one to blame for your lazy inaction.
This state of disrepair.
The garden a grave yard, the greenhouse its mausoleum.
The whole thing a shrine to a long forgotten prime.
When you still cared and were aware of how much you could do.
Before you cared only for what you could have.
Now it's on my head and it's future in my hands.
You have placed this on me.
Funny huh?

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this was inspired by my sister's wedding...i hired Voltaire to perform and my whole family loved him! so truth IS stranger than fiction. so here is this song/poem:

My family's gone goth...and it's all my fault

oh one rainy night, to a club is where i went
needed a d.d. and my money was spent
so i asked my mom to ride along
and on the way there i played every Projekt song

well they family's gone goth, what am i to do!
you wouldn't think it's funny if it happen to you!
yes we do wish everyday was halloween--
when you get the family christmas card you'll know what i mean

i dressed her in all in black,
even if she was just wearing a sweater and some slacks
once in the club i drink a few rounds
suddenly my mother's saying "that guy looks great in that evening gown"

well, the family's gone goth, got tattoos and piercings cause they make a great gift
you can bet granny's in a miff
she mad she can't go to the club
cause she broke her hip, when she slipped in the tub!

dad was mad that he didn't get to go
so then i had to take him to a Voltaire show
now he wants to be a slayer and Eric Draven is his hero
he's stolen all my cds and burning up nero

well, the family's gone goth, fighting over who gets to drive the hearse
from here on in i know it only will get worse
i know they'll want to name my baby Lestat, Lily or Drac!
have you ever seen a nursery all decked out in black!

my corset top and eyeliner are missing
there's black lipstick on mom and it's dad that she's been kissing
there's fishnets on the line, and wax stuck to the living room floor
the neighbors never see us and wounder if we live here anymore

well, the family's gone goth and that's just fine with me
the spooky side of things they've all really come to see
so stop in some time, for dinner and a bite,
whenever is fine, so long as it's a night! :D

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I think reading what you write aloud to yourself may help you..I'm not saying it's bad.. just the flow is broken. Poetry of all writing is about feeling..just about feeling..it goes down hill when you start to worry about rhyming and measure and all of that stupid grammar book crap. It's a voice for raw emotion. Keep writing.
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Thanks for reading my posts, and thanks even more for the feed back. It really is a good idea...never dawned on me. I'll be posting again soon.

Many thanks
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Grammar school...pfft. What the hell do they know, anyway? I say we make our own grammar. Dealing with the rest of the world is one thing, but rai is right: this is your writing. Don't work it - let it work you.

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