The eagle and the slug

 The eagle and the slug
And then God said fly
And so the eagle flew

In my mind it was vision
On my arm a tattoo

He said to the slug slime
And so the slug slimed
originally an amoeba

It was a symbol of laziness
Slow movement
Sluggishness

The slug turned it's head upward
"Why do you get all the glory?"
The eagle looked down

The slug continued
"You can fly around and kill anything from the air,
What an unfair advantage!"

"I fail at getting my prey or food more than you slug"
The slug unsatisfied turned its head up once more
"Why don't you eat me?"

The eagle looked down with piercing eyes
"Your slime contains parasites that can kill me or any other animal"

The slug moved on slowly blushing through the slime

Opening veil of the night

 I opened the veil
To greet the old twins
they saw I was a ghost
both were horrified

Because I entered reality
Next to the street post
They witnessed me pouring through
They comforted each other

The waxing crescent glowing across my face
I haunt the streets after dark 
Letting the shadows mold me
The night my life force battery

Rough bear

 I'm a silly bear with nuthin but stuffin
When i get hot I go about cussin
Life is about the fine print
So I've become fussy

I'm a silly bear I've sweat the small stuff
complained the world was not fair and life rough
And prayed that what i had would be enough
but nothing would suffice I laughed

The unoccupied heart

 Never understood why

This pain found a home in my heart

I followed it, it followed me

Along the pavement in the light of day

Up the sidewalk where magic moved
through limbs and grace

I followed it, then it stopped following me

I never understood how this pain
made a home in my heart

Making me believe, definitively,
that everything I lusted after
was something I never deserved

No matter how much desire
overruled my existence
I couldn't claim that one thing

And I followed it and it followed me

The pain that made a home inside me
kicking up trouble in my impulses
driving me to perform beyond my capacity
to show off like some insecure kid

I never understood why it had such a pull

After a few months
the pain was evicted

But the void remains
sitting there, ready
for the next fantasy

Encountering the truth

 He came down to tell me the truth
Slim and pale and uglier than ocean floor parasite

He looked into my eyes and told me the truth 
The way I lived was ridiculous

He looked at me and burst out laughing atleast that is what he stated he was doing
he said my beliefs were completely blind and insane

That I was infact the hideous creature
Who loved the fantasy of things that never were and will never be

I hugged the Alien for being the first to tell me the truth
The thing recoiled in disgust

He floated above me and sung about the times I had become gullible
Given myself to rumour and paranoia

He whistled a chilling shrill to every unkindness I had committed through my lies
And I understood what a mess I was

The alien took off back to his camp in the clouds
As I unsuccessfully regained my sense of self

Disembark pre-storm

 The rock of the boats
queasy has a stomach for comedy 
The banks reinforced against the sea
No knowledge of the storm coming in

The disappearance of the waves underneath
The soup apple tide moves moored boats to ramming
Brackish bliss meets the incoming
The tide a tiger of violence and famine

Apple of my eye arrived no shark to snatch it
Full of panicking tourists being welcomed
Getting eaten alive by hungry mosquitos
Each one the size of your thumb

Then finally destiny arrived a tiny canal ship
Anticipating faces hovered over the front of the boat
Almost sea sick from the boats constant rock and tip
The aggressive budge and jump at the entrance of the river

Eternal love and mary flower held their place
Soon the storm would test their mooring
churning turbulant sky and sea so horny

The zombie dimwits of the left and right

 These come along no brain involved

These just vomit the last earfuck they had

You have your group and of course you all agree

We drive long pasty dough in the oven

That was paid for with our ignorance

We eat and go soft in the head

Just accepting the bent facts 

The selective information, its bias and exaggerations

These tell the story like they know the truth inside and out

Not just little speakers of popular sentiment

blasting their speakers with predictable slogans

They are just the victims of their own intellectual suicide coming back to life

Dimwitted and stubborn

spelling out their letters to their brand

wearing their colors wearing out their sanity

Zombie retards to decorate the street with their schmaltzy retarded histrionics