Coherent

Coherent, what an evil concept
Take the words
Make them make sense
Make them fit
Together like a puzzle

Coherency took my mind away
Took my thoughts away
took my hopes away
Coherency ate my dreams away

Words should be arranged with thoughts
Thinking should be arranged in fragments
Thinking shouldn't be given rules
Thoughts and words, no difference
I think so
Coherency killed the generation
It made us all make sense
Too much logical procedure
Changed our minds
Abnormal

Stand in the future
Stare at the past
Fear at the inevitable
Quake at its coming

The pain of your demise
Pales at the compare
It feels of the world
But is overshadowed

The obstinate foe
Is overtaking your sorrow
It's there, everpresent
Never to be taken lightly

Like a mind-guard
It stares you in your face
Like the man in the mirror,
Waiting for your move

Because you have realized
It is nothing of the supernatural
But something so real, it is feared
It is your grimace, staring back

Travis Bickle

A solitary finger pointed at my head
So much has led to this point
Staring across the room
I realize that I have done good

Their blood-stained bodies sprawl
As she cowers in the corner
She is only 13
But now she will live

The officer stares
Wide-eyed and amazed
The carnage wrought before him
It is a gruesome sight

But it will be my last sight
For I will end all questions and doubt
WIth this make believe gun
I will set both me and her free

Fourty Five Words
But in that, lies freedom
For those words, men died of their own accord
Sacrificed their lives, for an idea

The Idea that Ideas should be free
No laws to govern them
A man can be who he wants to be
No one can tell him what to say

This is our human right
There is nothing more important than words
They will not take them without a fight

All natural
You have your wholesome goodness
Haven't you forgotten what's natural?

Killings diseases, rape and murder
Hate, prejudice and blind faith
These are what is natural

Give me the un-natural.

They have withered eyes
As conspirators in their blank stares
With cheap cigarettes burning bright
They're weighed down by worldly cares

But strangely they are not restless
For staring into nowhere
Must seem a solace
From a life that is so unfair

As they sit slouched, nearly asleep
I must stop to contemplate
How will my eyes feel,
After fifty years dealing with fate?