The Hotel

The Hotel

This is not a new view-
Time to pick a clue-
This isn’t post crash rehab déjà voodoo-
Not some out of body doldrums-you just fell into-
not a matter of who needs who
who loves who whose saving who-
a matter of who abducts who
whose corrupting who whose
killing who-
And whose God you’ll cling to-
screaming for dear life
as that bombshell mannequin-
you used to call a wife-
Buries her discount dollar store wedding cake knife
deep into your back – on date rape night
Carving in black and blood stained blue
The words ‘die happy’ as a funeral tattoo-
With dope fiend needles all the while huffin’ glue-
At a roach motel hot tub death suite w/a view-
Pay no mind she was a waste of a womb
And you? Another victim evicted from a foreclosed tomb-

No birth right, no death notice, no epitaph no name
just a gaping hole-that your corpse once claimed-
No worries my friend-you’ll be born again

Parlez vous Deja Vu you’ll ask her – with a sardonic grin-
looking for an angel’s way out and a devil’s way in-
to play the same sucker in the same movie you already died in-

It’s a line of self deceit which suits you well well suited to wear your wreck of a shell-
a post modern rent to own prison cell

Faces? You remember faces- but no names
if you walked up and said hello “remember me” would that be insane?-
No-you’re not deranged
You’re estranged from the trail-
with no path to success you can’t stop pass or fail
Straight jailed in a cage – of fugues-and hungover guilt-
For burning down the house that Faith Hope & Love built-

But your guilt is garbage- not fit for the trash
A worthless piece of paper pawned off as cash-
an empty filthy dirty bag-
drifting ‘tween the Bible and the bottle on a late night jag
Hung over, Dope sick, broke and jet-lagged
peddling white noise, sex toys, red tape and black flags
Whoring itself out for a shag, bag, and a drag-

yeah….it makes you sad, the phrase she spoke…sexy little hag…one more toke…breath or choke…then the final stroke to the killing joke…
wearily wearily wearily wearily…
life is but a smoke x4

By Th3 ΔRch3Ty¶3
Taken From ‘A Series On Self Destruction
(Fire At The Movies)’
©®2017

Immersion Ritual

Immersion Ritual

the Tide has crested
black water baptism
salt and jellyfish

rush the open wound
splinters and angry mud
ash and seaweed

interrupt my lungs
small crimes forgiven
cleansed and reborn

By The Archetype ©®
Taken from ‘Notes On Self Destruction (Fire At The Movies)

Paranoid Graffiti

Paranoid Graffiti

Take the dive blast into euphoric misunderstanding
crawl the cement like a rat with wings panning for crumbs of gold
sell the lights and burn the city bring it all to dust
then snort skeletons up your nose
mixing death with dopamine
plot for a better cell in your rent to own prison
engage the evening with mindless mad fodder until sunlight returns

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

Source: Paranoid Graffiti

The Striving Ever After

The Striving Ever After

Why do I prefer the dissonance of a symphony tuning

To the performance of the song

Trading the sweetness in your smile for a love forelorn

The void of an empty flask with nothing to fill it

A stranger’s gift of spirit only to spill it

A guitar with a broken string that I’ll never play

The litany of liturgies and the things I’ll never say

The birthday with no wishes the cake without a candle

The shirt with no buttons the suitcase with no handle

The most attainable expectations are the ones never met

The most honest promise is the one that’s never kept

Lost in the coming attractions we miss the feature presentation

Addicted to potential we become our own worst affectation

Storming the gift shop like a toddler with a knife

A rebel without a cause protesting the very failure that is my life

I’m an engine with missing parts

A drunk cupid vandalizing hearts

Trading wisdom for laughter

And the striving ever after

The Archetype ©®

The Lost Cosmonaut

Good Afternoon Earth Dweller!! Here’s to another Blessed Day on Dry Ground!! Don’t forget to clear all signal paths and maintain Conscious Contact with The Creative Intelligence. Pay respect to The Laws of Gravity and
Make This Your Shining Time…onward into The Broad Highway Cosmonauts!! YOU ARE NOT ALONE!! Godspeed and God Bless!!
 
Signing Off,
The Lost Cosmonaut