Remember the men before me,
And remember them fondly.
I am not of their kind,
And nor are you;
We are among the living;
And the dead are they,
But living only yesterday.

I saw them walking true,
They walked proud too;
And Death they needn't mind,
I wonder if they knew,
When they were living;
Did they see Death, or him hear?
If they did, they showed no fear.

You and I, we are living now,
But someday and somehow,
We will have our name signed;
Carved in stone so true;
That marks where we're lying.
So I hope you remember the men before,
Because someday you too will live no more.

Scorn memory of the Hallowed Day
When under company of friends
Stolen a leaf from the frozen tree
And taken in your own attend.

However, nigh far nor long you rested
Until were you wrongfully contested
For such display of lecherous feelings
Unto a heart of another beating.

Struck down, but still noble and undefeated
Gathered your courage but strength depleted
And still even later, hunger for the sea you feel
Cries for more: "Oh god, the craving is real!"

The words you have spoken bring joy to us all
Despite spoken unknown in the intoxicate sprawl.

This is for you,
The Roses, the Orchids, the Lilies of the world,
Your colour, your fragrance, your perfection unmatched,
This is for you:

It is for you that the sun rises everyday;
It rises so that you may bask in it's rays.

It is for you that the rain falls down;
It falls for you and seeps into the ground.

They are for you, the birds and the bees;
They prune you of your wilted leaves.

And they are for you, my deep blue eye;
To gaze upon you all until I die.

It's not all bad, if you can still smile at something
And have a moment of commonality with someone
If you can still talk without fear, it's not all bad
And it's not bad at all if someone listens.

Imagine that? And if someone agrees, well you're ahead of me
And if They agree, well then you've got something there
And if you've got Them hooked on every word you say
Well then you've got yourself an army there.

It becomes a movement, just be sure you're aware
That when it's bigger than just you, and you alone
Someone else can lead the way, so take care
Because now you've got a movement of your own

And when a movement moves, you can't control too much
Even as their leader, you're just another man in the rush.

These words they cannot be rewritten to bright beat the minds of pop culture fiends
Against the steel wall of the infinite Hollywood signs, dripping blood,
Until the creative mind is bled dry.

Then working the street corners to pay the corporate copies far too much for a strip tease by a fat transvestite, night after night;
But we never realize there is no end,
No end to the ***** **** being shoved down our throats —
Though we think there will be a ***** at the end;
Except there's just ***** hair stuck in our teeth,
And along the way we've forgotten what it is like to have an empty mouth,
Without **** coming out of our mouth and *******,
Such that now it feels right.

Look up at the man in a suite holding the camera,
Like the attention you get from the broken world. 

One man ***-***** another then gets ***-****** himself;
Then bumped further in by a third,
Till the world is united by **** and *******.

The touch of the rain
Soothing soft embrace
I can't remember happiness
When my heart craves sorrow
And the craving is bliss
Even still with a bitter taste
Still worth the cold, wetness
Because if I may feel, it's better than not
And I will enjoy it, not with haste.