Keyboard Warrior

Keyboard warrior,

On the plains of the Internet.

Stride forth, brave soul.

Keyboard warrior,

With a pain that you can't forget.

Your words shine like gold.

Take my handle

Guide me by the light of your candle

Through the darkest thread

I follow The Warrior's tread.

Keyboard Warrior!
Figure with a thousand names.

Keyboard Warrior!
Walking through the flames.

Keyboard Warrior!
Is born and dies every day.

Keyboard Warrior!
Your belief will fly you far away!

Keyboard warrior

Protects the innocent:
You are my shield.
Keyboard warror,

Your ultimatum has been sent,

and the foe gallops through the field.

Don your mail

Give them hell!
And with every post

You strike at the heart of the host.

Keyboard Warrior!
Figure with a thousand names.

Keyboard Warrior!
Walking through the flames.

Keyboard Warrior!
Is born and dies every day.

Keyboard Warrior!
Your belief will fly you far away!

And if my soul

Should fall beside you

Will you find someone to blame?
But if my soul

Should fall within you

Will you spread word of my shame?
Of my sordid name?

Well, take aim:
The foe comes to maim!

Keyboard Warrior!
Figure with a thousand names.

Keyboard Warrior!
Walking through the flames.

Keyboard Warrior!
Is born and dies every day.

Keyboard Warrior!
Your belief will fly you far away!

Retroviral Country

I've tried nitroglycerin

And pesticide

Tried listening to

The monkey you hide.

I've tried red water:

Painting sacred marks.
Nothing stops your face

Appearing in the dark.

The hokey writer's babylon:

The phantom train;

The whisper in your terminal;

The barcode on your brain;

Are all as temporary as

The teeth of a shark.

Nothing stops your face
Appearing in the dark.

Through retroviral

Exchange of DNA

You left something

The day your needle

Broke away.

You can break me down

Into my constituent parts:

Disconnect the valves

From the pistons in my heart.

Vaporise till molecules

Phase into quarks.

Nothing stops your face

Appearing in the dark.

And all the queen's destroyers

And all the queen's tanks

And all the queen's soldiers

Arrayed in murder ranks
And every single policeman

Every smirking nark

Couldn't stop your face

Appearing in the dark.

Through retroviral

Exchange of DNA

You left something

The day your needle

Broke away.

Ampalang

Don't rip on his fringe

It's his tradition.

Dyed with a tinge

Of perdition.

You have a beard

He has a fringe

You're walking hand in hand, yeah.

You have a shrink

He has ink
You like each other's bands, yeah.

Don't rip on his taste
It's indie.

We're pure and chaste

Barbie and Cindy.

You have a beard

He has a fringe

You're walking hand in hand, yeah.

You have a shrink

He has ink
You like each other's bands, yeah.

And you can tell the world to go hang

When they comment that you must be gay

You can both get amapalangs

And jingle like Santa's sleigh!

You have a beard

He has a fringe

You're walking hand in hand, yeah.

You have a shrink

He has ink
You like each other's bands, yeah

Meaningless Sex

Boy.

Do you know
Why I'm not going to stay?

It's not ze lack of love

It is ze lack of today.

Do you think I am dumb?

I have two PhDs!

When I open my legs

It is like ze tree opening its leaves.

Ze lack of today?

You will see

When I go.

Ze lack of today

Is a - uhhhh

important thing to know.

Boy.

Please stop looking at me.

You are like one of these homeless.
Or some stupid monk
With a cross on his neck.

Ze lack of today?

No more than ze bison chewing grass

Or ze comets flying past

It means nothing.

I am afraid it is too early for

Zis kind of argument.

Goodbye.

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Should read some haiku:
Fragmented image in words.

Mortar and Pestle

Mortar and pestle

My Friday night ritual

I've been crushing on you for years

Dressed up in your latex suit

The red light gleaming off your boots

I'll see you again in Xanadu

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

Takes off your prison smock

Cleared of your crimes

Time is always relative

The extract filters through the sieve

I still feel your lips upon my face

Bitter as a poison leaf

More certain than true, just, belief

Darling, I'm floating your way

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

Takes off your prison smock

Cleared of your crimes

When I heard you singing late

Rope held in your hands

My summer sense migrated

To far crepuscular lands

Now I can hear that tune

Sounding in my dome

The more I taste of the red moon

The less I am alone

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

Takes off your prison smock

Cleared of your crimes

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

They've picked your mind's last lock

And you are sublime

Flow My Liquid God

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Bound by an unseen thread

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Beneath the rains I'm fed

I'm fed, I'm fed

FLOW by churches

FLOW by worship

FLOW by conscience

FLOW

MY LIQUID GOD FLOW

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Leave it a book unread

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Beneath the rains I'm fed

I'm fed, I'm fed

FLOW by churches

FLOW by worship

FLOW by conscience

FLOW
MY LIQUID GOD FLOW

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Light flees my bandaged head

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Beneath the rains I'm fed

I'm fed, I'm fed

FLOW by churches

FLOW by worship

FLOW by conscience

FLOW

MY LIQUID GOD FLOW