My Name Is Fuzzy

Excited and terrified all at once,
Adrenalin rushes through me.
Intoxicated,
Voices touch,
Hands grab,
We kiss...
Long and hard we kiss...
As if we should stop,
The whole world might suddenly end.
And the doubts...
And the fear...
All the demons run to the corner and hide.
Now there's nothing between us.
Only skin.
Hold me tight
And we meld.
Look at me,
So that we'll see nothing but eachother's eyes,
And from the bottom of your lungs,
Scream my name.

Face

For me a face has no features,
Only eyes to see and a nose to breath,
And of course, a mouth to eat and throw-up all the crap in your system.
My ears have stopped listening,
As a result, they don't exist.
Turning the other cheek might not make you weak,
(Just prepare to get slapped when you do.)
Eyebrows show expression, even sometimes emotion,
Now, those abominations simply can't be on display!
Eyelids are for the wearisome, chins are for socking,
So I did away with those as well.

For me a face has no features,
Only eyes to see that I'm not falling down.
The rest is just life-support.
But I talk too much,
I've got to shut myself off,
So slowly I'll shed my mouth as well,
And I'll be left with two eyes and a nose,
On a blank, featureless surface.

Song For The Fallen

We live our lives in the thought that we are here without a purpose.
As for me,
I feel for those of us who think that way it's true.
Still,
There are some,
A self-chosen few who actually give life to there lives even though the hardship is great.
And the sufferings of The Fallen Ones (who are really the ones to ascend high above)
Are torturous and cruel,
Unknowingly inflicted by the simpletons through jealousy and ignorance.

I sing for The Fallen,
Failure is easy,
Success is what's difficult,
And the more you succeed, the harder it gets.
Still,
One cannot surrender,
For the road of failure no longer leads back to the simpletons,
But simply to a Fallen oblivion.

Buy Me A Book

Just buy me a book, that's all I need.
Cause I can kick back for hours and read.
(But maybe first I should change the sheets
Before running away from my defeats.)
See, I'm no good at poker and I'm worse at chess,
And the more I clean up, the greater the mess.
So even though I might be dyslectic,
It makes life's everyday so much less hectic.
And there's a morale involved,
And problems are solved,
And even the nastiest sinners absolved.
(Of course, they might have to die to gain absolution,
Or they might go insane from lack of delusion.)
But everyone gets what's coming to them and that's the bottom line.
By the time you reach that final page, everything has turned out fine.
And you can go back to life's everyday.
You know, do the dishes, put the laundry away.
Where you work like a slave for just a bit more than nothing,
And there's something that's missing (there's got to be something).
Yeah, just buy me a book, that's all I need.
Cause I can kick back for hours and read.

The Bride To Be

Dated for a minute,
But my heart just wasn't in it,
So I did the disappearing act I'm so proficient in.
She calls me up, she's to be married,
With some Tom or Dick or Harry,
But first she needs to meet me for a final night of sin.

At first, of course, I hesitate,
(Don't wanna eat from another man's plate),
But I forgot how good she is at rhetoric.
So a time and place was set,
For us to lose our etiquette,
But when we meet it hits me like a brick.

Have I lost my sense of pride?
Am I to share another's bride?
Have I turned into all I find disgusting?
Am I just a final fling?
An arbitrary plaything,
You throw away once you've finished lusting?

"You could been the one", she said,
"Take off your clothes, let's go to bed",
But I couldn't go through with what I shouldn't have started.
"Stop looking so stigmatic,
"You always were melodramatic,
"And besides, since when did you become so warmhearted?

"It's something I need off my chest,
"And since it's what we both do best,
"I figure that you owe me because of how you walked away.
"You know, you could have been the one,
"But that was then, what's done is done,
"How else could I have met my fiance'?"

I got up and I started dressing,
Deafened by what she was confessing,
What's wrong is wrong and that's as plain as fact.
"Why am I so unsurprised?
"I'm sure that you feel martyrized,
"You know, backbone was what you always lacked.

"You're as useless as a shriveled dick!
"Get out of here! You make me sick!
"Is this how you repay a compliment?"
I turned away, not looking back,
And did my disappearing act,
Still, I wonder just how the wedding went...

Escape-Ape

"Another day, another dollar",
Still the bills are stacking taller,
And I look for retreat, a way to escape,
Maybe it's best to degrade to an ape...

Nothing to do but hang around trees,
Chill with your friends and scour for fleas,
Eat a banana, I see the appeal,
Of holding your dinner between toe and heel.

No need to play chess, no one to impress,
Your very existence, your sign of success,
Down in the jungle, the joy it would bring,
To reach out, grab a vine and swing.

They might take your picture for nature TV
Or put you in a zoo but that's alright with me,
I think that I'm ready to start shifting shape,
It could be kind of cool if I were an ape.

Divided

Smell it on my breath,
I'm sinking to a greater low,
But I keep it camouflaged,
So nobody will know.

Ask me what I'm doing,
Do you really think I have a clue?
I'm floating through the netherworld,
Just reading the reviews.

I like the occasional riddle,
And I like to play the naughty fiddle,
But I'ld rather take two steps back,
Then get caught up in the middle.

If I'm divided into equal parts,
And one half is completely empty,
And the other half is full of crap,
Am I full of empty shit?