Something more contemporary

Hmmm, apparently I'm still getting this formatting business worked out. I haven't had much time to work with it as the internet has been down at home most of the time and I'm making these posts during class presently. Anyways, I figured I might as well put down something that's a bit more contemporary, in case anyone does stumble across this page somehow and decides to read something.



Stilted thoughts bellow loud
Rave above their station
Cramming in their crooked crowd
Coercing jubilation

We are the lost souls wandering without a cause
Hanging onto old clichés
Lashing out without a pause

Mangy mind pushing through craving some abuse
Doesn’t mind gnawing down thoughts that are obtuse
An awkward aside to tout grotesque pride
Grinding teeth on righteous thief for mistaken hope
Twisting and contorting blank thoughts just not to cope

We find paths wind too far out won’t let a sober ride proceed without a drunkard mount
Stumble though grumble brew of murmurs and dissent
Revelatory rebels waiting for consent

Tears of heaven keeping up the pain
Won’t hesitate falling despising disdain

We are the lost souls wandering without a cause
Hanging onto old clichés
Lashing out without a pause

Preaching the screeching of tired brakes and broken hawks
Wearing out leather jackets only wearing dirty socks
Standing nearly naked chasing the wind
Concerned with conversion of the ones who cure the sinned

Biting onto steel toes hoping for a kick
Lapping up reservoirs meant to cure the sick

We are the lost souls wandering without a cause
Hanging onto old clichés
Lashing out without a pause

Stripped down wearing frown
Bounding after irony
Water falling too hard for our hunters yet to see
Drink up dirty mix gasp grateful for the fix
Fighting with the frightful beast, getting burned, drunken wicks

Blanket stares unawares of distinguished quarry
Even though I cut you down, would it help to say I’m sorry?
This servile mentality that we have adopted
Only wants to flay the fool who suggests that we co-opted
This situation that’s fallen down only on our own heads
The habituation, fits of station, that our instinct dreads

We are the lost souls wandering without a cause
Hanging onto old clichés
Lashing out without a pause

Putter out our mutter days
Scratching off the starry ways
We would walk in waked dreams
Picking at the ideal thread
Pulling off our blessed seams

Lost now, we’ll cow to that bustling fit
Pile it on, what fun, giving one another shit

We like, broken bike pressing on our rusted palms
Whipping with the rosary munching on the toasted psalms
Some snipe for tripe keeping up their covenant
All of us can see why
We would want none of it

We are the lost souls wandering without a cause
Hanging onto old clichés
Lashing out without a pause