Orphan Avenue

Some of us just aren’t meant for this world we come in curled and twisted, tailor made for a label, a sticker on our head that sais broken. We are the ones who have to try harder, fight harder, love deeper to get our space at the watering hole. You judge us ridicule us villify and defile us but we are your sons and daughters with half a heart yearning for the missing piece. We didn’t ask to be misguided or forgotten or ignored. It happened and we cope the only way we know how. Things just seem to work out for some folks, some trip on crags in the concrete and rise up with bloody knees and ripped tees. No more band aids no more ice cream and kisses just shame and blame and pointy fingers prodding our bones like vultures infiltrating a carcass…so we cope…we scratch by…we surprise you with a momentary high…then we die.

By The Archetype

Brave New Chaos

Meet Me At the Uranium Farmhouse
for A Post Funeral Death Party!!!!!
FUCK OFF TO MIDDLE HOG FED INBRED AMERICA!!! THE TIME IS HERE!!!!
ONE NATION NO GOD!!!
ARM THE CHILDREN!!!
STORM THE ZOMBIE PIT
AS WE LEAD THE ANGRY MOB TO THE POST MILLENNIUM DEATH MARCH!!! FLAMETHROWERS ON!!!! BOOGIE KNIVES OUT!!!! NO ONE IS SAFE!!! BRAVE NEW CHAOS STARTS NOW!!!!

The Archetype©®

The Gentle Collapse

The Gentle Collapse

He stumbled on the thought that his dreams sold him out
Delusion carved out a history of failed attempts to escape doubt
A wanna be Houdini has been that never got out
Drunk on woulda coulda shoulda dressed to piss and pout
Watching broken heroes play out their recycled past
On a stage of missteps misinformed and miscast
A humanist on Facebook a narcissist in real life stabbing thin air like a ghost with a paper knife
Little boy lost with kerosene and a matchbook
straining for one last cold hard look
as Summer reaches its end and the air grows colder
the boy can’t fight gravity and inevitably grows older
praying to an alter of ancestral ashes
as his memory fades and the bridge finally crashes
a life pined away for lost and wasted days
Feeds kindling to the fire and is freed in a blaze

By The Archetype ©®
From ‘Notes On Self Destruction (Fire At The Movies)’

The Revolution Is Inside

The Revolution Is Inside

All your screams in protest will fade with time
All your soldiers will abandon their holy line
You’ll finally come to terms, realize that it’s not gonna be fine
And you’ll run through streets of madness no more line between creed or crime

You’ll see that tolerance is just an excuse, a fake plastic grin masking passive abuse

Then you’ll take up your flag again and protest in defiance of the ruse
But your army of apathy will have failed you and you’ll see its just no use…

The Revolution Is Inside

Your faith in God is faith in fear fear of damnation instead
God is just a chemical a chemical reaction in your head
And when your beliefs fail you you’ll believe what I’ve said
God is the Devil the Devil is God and your God is dead

The Revolution Is Inside
By The Archetype ©®

From ‘Notes On Self Destruction (Fire At The Movies)’