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All Attempts Are Futile

What does it matter?
What does anything matter?
We will all be dust flying in the wind eventually.
These futures don't happen the way the brochures said.
They are more than a dissapointment, they are an embarrassment to mankind.

We roll over far too easily,
Distracted by shiny objects no one needs but everyone gravitates towards.
Theres no reason to be angry, its just wasted energy.
If we spent as much time thinking as we did wishing,
Maybe, just maybe, we would finally get somewhere.

Posted on September 27, 2009 at 9:14pm —

Matt

A Step Up

Forecasted as the next big thing,
Straight, no chaser.
I chased around too much, for far too long.
I couldn't ever catch the tail,
I was a moron for trying.

And as the audience applauds
An overwhelming sense of over satisfaction sets in.
I was rewarded for no good deed,
Not that I wouldnt, it just wasn't convenient.

These are not the ravings of a deranged mad man
These are more a testament to nothing in particular
No expectations should ever be had,
I'll loose a hand in the river, then gain it… Continue

Posted on September 27, 2009 at 8:51pm —

Matt

Gently Float Away

Gentle
Flacid
Waves
Crash
Down
Violently
Drown every last one of them
Then diagnose the only survivor with cancer
Slowly
Derail
Hope
Swiftly
Attach
Meaning
Look at the emptiness of it all
It's simply breathtaking
Gather
Genuine
Memories
Organize
Complex
Colonies
They'll thank you in the end
Yet it will mean nothing after the betrayl
Pray
Silently
Tonight
It will be the last time you ever talk to God.

Posted on September 27, 2009 at 8:45pm —

Matt

Little White Lie

Some late night traffic,
Honks a horn.
A creaking in,
The old floor boards.
A trickle down,
The busted pipes,
A symphony for me,
Parnoid at night.

Fall down the stairs
Then curse a whole bunch.
Line up the victims,
According to weight.
Turn off all,
Sources of heat,
So the squeaking will stop
Waking me early.

Smoke detectors go off
Without giving notice.
And last calls go by,
Without a warning sign.
Let this be an exception,
I'm exempt from the rule
Because we all get one,
Little White Lie to… Continue

Posted on September 27, 2009 at 8:19pm —

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