Violence and Silence

They have found a violent nutrition

In which secrets and lies are key

To a silent obedient nation

And the nuclear power of three

We have long be subjects of silence

Our tongues held down by red tape

Our voices cut down by the system

They have forced us to suffer this rape

They have found a violent nutrition

We are now their mistreated dog

Left starving alone and forgotten 

Lost in a political fog

With everyone lost in the silence

It is clear now that we are stuck

Avoiding the danger around us

By turning to dreaming and luck

When they found that violent nutrition

It became abundantly clear

That free speech and all that came with it

Was a thing deserving of fear

Moment with Misery

It's the bleeding of the silence
The shining of the knife
Color is hidden in the night
By the sudden ending of a life

Angers breeding in the air
Tainted blood spilled on the floor
Our burning shame; Our deep disgrace
They've boarded up the door

With their violence comes confusion
And our death is his greatest desire
They have locked us in this chamber
Their one choice now is gas or fire

We have lived through his solitude
Like those who came before
The poison seeps into our lungs
You shall hear from us no more

In Case of Emergency

Bother bother...i never really think too much about anything. The only time i find myself capable of deep thought is when i am blasting my brain cells out with music. WUB WUB BLAM!!!!


Silence is a deafening noise, nothing is there but you hear everything. It's rather disconcerting if you stop to think about it. Thinking really is something that shouldn't be done alone. It really is a pity that you can't bring along a spotter when you travel the train of thought.


Writers have editors, so why shouldn't you when you think sober??


Now here's a thought...what do you think? What is the most random idea you have ever come up with and who shot you down?