A.A.A. AArdvark Corp.
The Tragedy
The city. An erection filled with blood of currency.
The humans form the cells that caries all the organ needs.
It gives them life and purpose while the counties body pants and breaths
And grows providing homes to support the unborn seeds,
Which involves a nature from urges humans can't help feel.
A sacred bond the great beyond bestowed with great appeal.
To reproduce in war or truce, a population plan.
That all life forms were born from a women and a man.
Be it sugar on there love or be it lustful want,
It's desire sung by choirs in advertisement font.
Taunting lonely bystanders, ignored by couples hand in hand,
The city is alive with want to stimulate the gland,
Which must be where the people are, the city streets seem dead,
At home alone or with a friend they stoke or poke in bed.
I cannot count a single soul, no, not a single head
In the shadows near the subway at a time footsteps do dread.
I've been waiting for a person. She should've come hours ago.
Her heart as rich as chocolate, dark, not like my heart of coal,
For mine is like the filter as I suck on the dregs
Of existence, my nicotine, there suffering I do beg.
Her's is rich with sweetness one does not try to hoard.
It overflows from head to toes, upon her path it pours.
It fuels her pace and leaves a taste on every passer by.
Leaves them with hope as they scope that mystery they try to pry
That distant darkened pupil, a planet shadowed by
That glistening hazel iris sun, the eclipse of her eye
And through that portal, unfolding itself, an eternal universe
That none may ever understand while they keep to the limits of their purse.
Can so much love be given? Or even received?
Most hearts are grey like concrete from the struggle of their needs.
Can wanderers love the landscape that makes their hard feet bleed?
What turns her ghettos into gold? My curiosity feeds
On a thought that I have caught like a common cold
From those who follow or oppose such moments that I hold,
“Can flowers grow under the snow?” all others seem to wither.
She counteracts such attacks, the northern winter shivers.
Still I wait between hate and between self-loathing.
My unlit cave of memories wears darkness as its clothing.
Protecting me from what's within. Not telling who I am.
While voices travel through that void like hollers of the damned.
The sickening sway of yesterday is vague but hides within.
Even familiar faces, the dabblers in sin
Who seem to remember my name and remind me at the time,
Make up black sheep wool tapestries. Dark figures in dark shadows
Of the mind.
The voices cease in one release and footsteps start to tap.
They do not happen from subconscious caverns, they don't spring from that trap.
From up the street down to the station, she enters my sight.
My taste buds fill with flavour. My heart of coal ignites
And lights the entrance to the cave to the cave revealing to me
People from the past like her I followed just to see
If I could find such love as theirs to fill this empty being.
This scholar wants her book of knowledge to continue reading
To break a curse, a hexing verse, sung eons ago
Of misery not just for me but all the wind does blow.
Upon my back with claws dug in, that monkey's made its home.
My eternal quest, this must be it, to find out all she knows.
I fall smitten to her physical down subway steps I follow
But her mental state destroys my hate and suffocates my sorrow,
And I do not envy her where once envy's moss would grow.
A mortal Venus. Where she'd walk, contagious love she'd tow.
It makes me wonder ‘bout the baggage that I tow around.
One that soils, one that spoils, dragged along the ground.
The two most strongest emotions they say are love and hate.
I have been hexed, you have been blessed. I wish to learn your ways.
I believe love is the strongest that's why I carry on.
Follow your tail, I dance your trail, hypnotised by your song.
The melodies that capture me I'm sure I've heard before.
What keeps these holy choruses behind subconscious doors?
My minds cave lights a little more. How it misbehaves.
I wish I could control it but to it I am the slave.
It shows me visions of those lovers somewhere in the past,
Me joyously dancing behind them, yes, that dyes been cast.
This time I cannot falter, this time I cannot fail.
As I float behind her my laughing vocals wail
“I'm saved! Loves light has hit my surface, darkness has dissolved
The sun it shines again, the ice age has put down it's hand and folds”.
In my cave of memories the lovers of the past ignite
A fire of the brightest glow that warms my soul and provides light
Revealing just a bit too much of who I truly am
For behind the lovers song and dance bounds the curse of the damned.
Down the steps she continues ‘till she meets the platform.
The smell of breaks and humid tunnels rise up from my minds cave floor
And cutting through it burns two eyes. A snort from its snout escapes.
Sparks combust when its feet hit the ground, bounding like an ape,
But hunched and horned like a bull and hungry like mankind.
With hands upon its front half and hooves upon its hind,
And halts and stands on its two hooves, a shadow in loves light.
My lovers of the past turn to ash with fright.
Now where did that thought come from? Sober I become.
Each piece is falling into place, each fragment weighs a ton.
My throat, I swallow gingerly, my stomach grimacing tight.
The curse now fires at this hijacked plane in its spotlight.
At the bottom of the steps waits the gentle beating heart.
A soft breeze carries her fragrance of love I can't depart,
But at the top booms a great roar, mucus bubbling in its depths,
The smell of death and faeces loose towards me from its breath.
For there it stands. The cursed beast, salivating lust,
Chocking on loves ashes, retching on its dust.
“No!”
The muscle of the hex is flexed right before my eyes.
Its devotions are to my punishment, growing hungry from my cries.
“No!”
My heart is bleeding. Two nostrils twitch from stairs above.
Enriched with my emotions, my wounds pour out my love.
“No!”
It's found its reference to commence punishment.
My heart I try to harden to forfeit its hunt,
But this vain attempt is done for the reason of
The most powerful of emotions, the nature of this love.
The more I try to harden it, the more the curse is reassured
Just where its target is, where all my desperation's poured.
The one beast stampede begins to race
Like the drum on a slave ship picking up pace
And dives through my form, past my standing place
Were the spirit is strong but the body erased.
Further down the stairs it follows its aim
To the girl who is waiting for her homeward train.
A burning arrow sailing to my target of pain.
A temple to ransack, its walls unstained.
The love that I feel shall be hates device
For the newest instalment of torture.
My physical form is but an apparition
To protect her I'd do it with honour,
But in full physical form the brutal sun has dawned
To vanquish my twinkling stars,
And I but the moon in the now pale blue sky
Watch helpless as my earth is burnt and is scared.
The beast leaps upon her. She falls to the ground.
I'm chained to the shadow of her fight.
And with beastly strength it tears at her clothes
And opens her legs with delight.
“Oh Lord God Please Lord Listen Lord Please”
You whose lovers get nailed to a cross.
In the past we've not spoken, why dirty my knees?
But what gain will come of her loss?
What gain will come of this girls loss?
My bill reveals another cost
From beginnings with beginnings.
My memories hold a foreigners dream,
A culture buried in my past.
The curse's descendent forbids the task
Of excavating way back when a reason did begin.
“Oh Lord No Please God Listen Lord Listen”
What's harder the floor in my fall or my grief?,
But the name of the father in my memories glisten
A king and a coup de tat chief.
A creative plan or burden in hand?
A host for a hex for a herd.
Fashioning a curse forever to stand
But disarmed from one single word.
You I won't blame but what hope still remains
Though I've buried my pride and beliefs,
And I hold back despise in these watery eyes
For your tears too run bitter with grief.
What devil am I born from the sky,
Imprisoned on this world I wonder?
By placing me here you've cursed all far and near
And I try hold back blame for that blunder.
Lord please be kind, what exists of her mind
Is a universe pure, and upsetting
Is a world that goes on without her for its song.
Is she not worth the Armageddon?
Many times you've trembled on that trigger.
Does the suicidal still believe
Fragments of hope can be found
And lays their gun upon the ground?
I've heard the creaking spring release
Back were the tension is the least.
A rested trigger in your palm
Does not make your tension calm.
Let it snap against the handle
For everyone who lights a candle.
Upon your call let the sky fall
We'll rest in your eternity.
Don't let another lover perish
Prove your words were not embellished.
Place all judgment on us now
Before she is raised to the ground.
I hear her stutter in her fear
As beastly eyes hold there leer,
Filling with the trembling sight,
And sparks his lustful appetite.
I feel my heart burn in its fire.
With grief I built its funeral pyre
While the Holy Spirit is sobbing in a corner of the galaxy.
A gun is aimed upon the living,
The trigger finger almost willing.
Even my curse has not released a chain that still holds back the beast.
I feel existence almost stop. Almost quit. Almost drop.
Almost disintegrate to dust…………….
A chain is dropped, “commence its lust!”
The beast is free, the gun has dropped
But the holy spirits tears won't stop.
Planets eclipsing every star
They turn their backs all near and far.
The beast it holds the gentle down,
But her soul has left its human gown.
I still sit were her body blocks the light.
She is the earth I'm chained to her night.
The beast's city is full of currency.
The people busy with their lives.
I'm chained to the shadow of my lover's rape.
I bow my head and cry
The humans form the cells that caries all the organ needs.
It gives them life and purpose while the counties body pants and breaths
And grows providing homes to support the unborn seeds,
Which involves a nature from urges humans can't help feel.
A sacred bond the great beyond bestowed with great appeal.
To reproduce in war or truce, a population plan.
That all life forms were born from a women and a man.
Be it sugar on there love or be it lustful want,
It's desire sung by choirs in advertisement font.
Taunting lonely bystanders, ignored by couples hand in hand,
The city is alive with want to stimulate the gland,
Which must be where the people are, the city streets seem dead,
At home alone or with a friend they stoke or poke in bed.
I cannot count a single soul, no, not a single head
In the shadows near the subway at a time footsteps do dread.
I've been waiting for a person. She should've come hours ago.
Her heart as rich as chocolate, dark, not like my heart of coal,
For mine is like the filter as I suck on the dregs
Of existence, my nicotine, there suffering I do beg.
Her's is rich with sweetness one does not try to hoard.
It overflows from head to toes, upon her path it pours.
It fuels her pace and leaves a taste on every passer by.
Leaves them with hope as they scope that mystery they try to pry
That distant darkened pupil, a planet shadowed by
That glistening hazel iris sun, the eclipse of her eye
And through that portal, unfolding itself, an eternal universe
That none may ever understand while they keep to the limits of their purse.
Can so much love be given? Or even received?
Most hearts are grey like concrete from the struggle of their needs.
Can wanderers love the landscape that makes their hard feet bleed?
What turns her ghettos into gold? My curiosity feeds
On a thought that I have caught like a common cold
From those who follow or oppose such moments that I hold,
“Can flowers grow under the snow?” all others seem to wither.
She counteracts such attacks, the northern winter shivers.
Still I wait between hate and between self-loathing.
My unlit cave of memories wears darkness as its clothing.
Protecting me from what's within. Not telling who I am.
While voices travel through that void like hollers of the damned.
The sickening sway of yesterday is vague but hides within.
Even familiar faces, the dabblers in sin
Who seem to remember my name and remind me at the time,
Make up black sheep wool tapestries. Dark figures in dark shadows
Of the mind.
The voices cease in one release and footsteps start to tap.
They do not happen from subconscious caverns, they don't spring from that trap.
From up the street down to the station, she enters my sight.
My taste buds fill with flavour. My heart of coal ignites
And lights the entrance to the cave to the cave revealing to me
People from the past like her I followed just to see
If I could find such love as theirs to fill this empty being.
This scholar wants her book of knowledge to continue reading
To break a curse, a hexing verse, sung eons ago
Of misery not just for me but all the wind does blow.
Upon my back with claws dug in, that monkey's made its home.
My eternal quest, this must be it, to find out all she knows.
I fall smitten to her physical down subway steps I follow
But her mental state destroys my hate and suffocates my sorrow,
And I do not envy her where once envy's moss would grow.
A mortal Venus. Where she'd walk, contagious love she'd tow.
It makes me wonder ‘bout the baggage that I tow around.
One that soils, one that spoils, dragged along the ground.
The two most strongest emotions they say are love and hate.
I have been hexed, you have been blessed. I wish to learn your ways.
I believe love is the strongest that's why I carry on.
Follow your tail, I dance your trail, hypnotised by your song.
The melodies that capture me I'm sure I've heard before.
What keeps these holy choruses behind subconscious doors?
My minds cave lights a little more. How it misbehaves.
I wish I could control it but to it I am the slave.
It shows me visions of those lovers somewhere in the past,
Me joyously dancing behind them, yes, that dyes been cast.
This time I cannot falter, this time I cannot fail.
As I float behind her my laughing vocals wail
“I'm saved! Loves light has hit my surface, darkness has dissolved
The sun it shines again, the ice age has put down it's hand and folds”.
In my cave of memories the lovers of the past ignite
A fire of the brightest glow that warms my soul and provides light
Revealing just a bit too much of who I truly am
For behind the lovers song and dance bounds the curse of the damned.
Down the steps she continues ‘till she meets the platform.
The smell of breaks and humid tunnels rise up from my minds cave floor
And cutting through it burns two eyes. A snort from its snout escapes.
Sparks combust when its feet hit the ground, bounding like an ape,
But hunched and horned like a bull and hungry like mankind.
With hands upon its front half and hooves upon its hind,
And halts and stands on its two hooves, a shadow in loves light.
My lovers of the past turn to ash with fright.
Now where did that thought come from? Sober I become.
Each piece is falling into place, each fragment weighs a ton.
My throat, I swallow gingerly, my stomach grimacing tight.
The curse now fires at this hijacked plane in its spotlight.
At the bottom of the steps waits the gentle beating heart.
A soft breeze carries her fragrance of love I can't depart,
But at the top booms a great roar, mucus bubbling in its depths,
The smell of death and faeces loose towards me from its breath.
For there it stands. The cursed beast, salivating lust,
Chocking on loves ashes, retching on its dust.
“No!”
The muscle of the hex is flexed right before my eyes.
Its devotions are to my punishment, growing hungry from my cries.
“No!”
My heart is bleeding. Two nostrils twitch from stairs above.
Enriched with my emotions, my wounds pour out my love.
“No!”
It's found its reference to commence punishment.
My heart I try to harden to forfeit its hunt,
But this vain attempt is done for the reason of
The most powerful of emotions, the nature of this love.
The more I try to harden it, the more the curse is reassured
Just where its target is, where all my desperation's poured.
The one beast stampede begins to race
Like the drum on a slave ship picking up pace
And dives through my form, past my standing place
Were the spirit is strong but the body erased.
Further down the stairs it follows its aim
To the girl who is waiting for her homeward train.
A burning arrow sailing to my target of pain.
A temple to ransack, its walls unstained.
The love that I feel shall be hates device
For the newest instalment of torture.
My physical form is but an apparition
To protect her I'd do it with honour,
But in full physical form the brutal sun has dawned
To vanquish my twinkling stars,
And I but the moon in the now pale blue sky
Watch helpless as my earth is burnt and is scared.
The beast leaps upon her. She falls to the ground.
I'm chained to the shadow of her fight.
And with beastly strength it tears at her clothes
And opens her legs with delight.
“Oh Lord God Please Lord Listen Lord Please”
You whose lovers get nailed to a cross.
In the past we've not spoken, why dirty my knees?
But what gain will come of her loss?
What gain will come of this girls loss?
My bill reveals another cost
From beginnings with beginnings.
My memories hold a foreigners dream,
A culture buried in my past.
The curse's descendent forbids the task
Of excavating way back when a reason did begin.
“Oh Lord No Please God Listen Lord Listen”
What's harder the floor in my fall or my grief?,
But the name of the father in my memories glisten
A king and a coup de tat chief.
A creative plan or burden in hand?
A host for a hex for a herd.
Fashioning a curse forever to stand
But disarmed from one single word.
You I won't blame but what hope still remains
Though I've buried my pride and beliefs,
And I hold back despise in these watery eyes
For your tears too run bitter with grief.
What devil am I born from the sky,
Imprisoned on this world I wonder?
By placing me here you've cursed all far and near
And I try hold back blame for that blunder.
Lord please be kind, what exists of her mind
Is a universe pure, and upsetting
Is a world that goes on without her for its song.
Is she not worth the Armageddon?
Many times you've trembled on that trigger.
Does the suicidal still believe
Fragments of hope can be found
And lays their gun upon the ground?
I've heard the creaking spring release
Back were the tension is the least.
A rested trigger in your palm
Does not make your tension calm.
Let it snap against the handle
For everyone who lights a candle.
Upon your call let the sky fall
We'll rest in your eternity.
Don't let another lover perish
Prove your words were not embellished.
Place all judgment on us now
Before she is raised to the ground.
I hear her stutter in her fear
As beastly eyes hold there leer,
Filling with the trembling sight,
And sparks his lustful appetite.
I feel my heart burn in its fire.
With grief I built its funeral pyre
While the Holy Spirit is sobbing in a corner of the galaxy.
A gun is aimed upon the living,
The trigger finger almost willing.
Even my curse has not released a chain that still holds back the beast.
I feel existence almost stop. Almost quit. Almost drop.
Almost disintegrate to dust…………….
A chain is dropped, “commence its lust!”
The beast is free, the gun has dropped
But the holy spirits tears won't stop.
Planets eclipsing every star
They turn their backs all near and far.
The beast it holds the gentle down,
But her soul has left its human gown.
I still sit were her body blocks the light.
She is the earth I'm chained to her night.
The beast's city is full of currency.
The people busy with their lives.
I'm chained to the shadow of my lover's rape.
I bow my head and cry
