millennial mire

Lost as we found ourselves in that convoluted mire of misguided humanity which came to be recalled in the vernacular of modern history as The Millennial Generation, little presently could assuage the fervent rapaciousness of our artistic urges nor our belief that such urges would ultimately yield work both timeless and relevant.

the world I know

I have awoken to a world of shit am I, myself, less than I believe myself to be am I, simply left unkempt, a lowly and dumb beast am I, left unchecked and unattached, another fuck what am I another great lover, left free to float and fornicate and fritter away my adult life or

kitsilano

stop whomever you are are you willing to share a life journey? No? Oh… stop crowd I have no idea what you are protesting but sign me up! This is white society in the twentieth century in western Canada in the up-scale part of town above the Prince Edward before the bridge we are sorry

thing

it is a fish that crawls that grew wings that flew and once he talked he sang and no one could silence him

fuck it

lies and inconsistency pigs are raising seas backyard violation stand upright to take it in the ass bending backward forward, over feel your flaming rectal smoulder ride my freedom, like a whore feel the system spear my core take this hateful stone away, and starve the lusty pigs of prey

follow the leader

like the wings of creation you spread your mind and let me fly away like the seeds of destruction you grew to block my freedom knock the wall down see the pieces fall away building bridges see the other side like a curious watcher step aside when reality nears like a fearful pilot change courses

what lies beneath the flower

breaking down reality dragging out society dreams of flower falacy hoping for your dreams to be waiting for the wall to crumble pushing for a change to come pulling us to follow forward no recall of where we’re from segregate the evil ones separate from evil ways operate within your shelter oppose all the fools

generation lost

sons of fallen lands fathers wandered far from home drove us out to nowhere’s middle left us alone to carve our way children of a lost revolt fathers to a new hope past cannot leave us unless memory’s forgotten what if we make believe we have no past perhaps we can be the first people

shame us

here we are before you tell us how wrong we are tear down our morals and shame us point out our frailties and blame us show us the misconceptions show us the real way to be