Truth

Thou shalt not lie

Is that right

Number 11

Only the truth

Shall set you free

What is truth

A choice

Well...

               I hate you                                                                                      I love you

                 No, I don't agree                                                                       I agree

                    I think you lie                                                                      I believe you

                      I know you lie                                                                 I completely believe you

                        Washed up                                                                   Inventive

                          Pretentious rich kids                                                Humble artists

                            Dumb sheep                                                         My friends

                              Guilty sinner                                                     Saint

                                 Greedy pricks                                              CEOs

                                   Lustful degenerates                                 College kids

                                     Suicidal drug addicts                          Recreational users

                                        You don't want love                      Dating

                                            Suffering is happiness           Happiness is pleasure

                                                   Death is freedom      Freedom is living

                                                                  Truth is lie is Truth

You want the truth?

You can't handle the truth

Have a nice day           

Quasimodo

Happy Christmas

Is it that time of year again?

Happy Christmas.

I used to like Christmas songs

I used to love them

All month long

101.1

Old Bing can belt them well

Spread holiday cheer

What happened

Can't stand the noise

I'm no Grinch

I'm no Strooge

Is that what Christmas is all about?

Charlie Brown

It's been what?

25 Christmases

Coincidence

50 more? Maybe

Super Size me

Get it over with

Please don't give me a gift

For the love of Christ

You did...

Damn...

Snowed in with "love"

Ungrateful I know

It's for them

Not for you

Justified

Smile and thank

Like momma taught you

Christmas alone

With everyone all around

Happy Christmas, the walls came down

Is that what they want

Stop the staring

Happy Christmas, your alone

Your babe

In the arms of another manger

Waking to that monetary splendor

Where is Santa when you need him

Never where you think

Sorry I have to turn this down

I can't stand the jingles anymore

No more lectures

it's Christmas

So shut the door when you leave

Fa la la la la,

La la la la

-Quasimodo

Silly Me

Sometimes I get to thinking

You know me

I let my silly self go

Goals of moving away

Doing what I was born to do

Reading all these success stories

Skaters making albums

Painters making albums

Sculpters making albums

Directors making albums

Get myself going

Fired up for another one

This ain't so bad

Can last another season

Planes coming in

Two weeks of fun

Then silly me

The text will hit

Silly boy, dreams are for kids

Time to follow the devil

To the top of the moutains

Your Golgotha is not yet defeated

More blood is required

Drain, baby, drain

Lucy might have lasted longer

Wicked wings flapping at my window

Sleep no more little one

Dying in my dreams

When awake

Hoodwinked is my vodka

But it costs too much

Don't I get an Eve?

No, no one would choose to

Keep it simple

No more thinking, drink up

Silly me

-Quasimodo

Fly

Is life any different from the fly?

Flying round and round until you die?

Banging your head into the window

Hoping it will one day be open some how

Buzzing and annoying

Is that how I sound?

Looking for something

Any kind of connection

Once found

Sugar

Is that just a craving?

A need?

A want

A deathly feeling

You gave it once

And now I can’t forget

Please forgive me

It’s not my fault

I flew in when the window was open

But now it’s not

Shut so tight, might not open again

Won’t

I didn’t mean to bug you

I didn’t mean to be so loud

I’m just a fly

If you can’t let me out

Even a tiny crack

No point in living

In a stragers shack

Just give me the old whack

                            -Quasimodo

Love Poem #2

Fuck You




                                    -Quasimodo

Love Poem #1

Love you

Love you so much

Love you from the depths of my heart

Love you till the sun shines

Love you in the moon filled shadows

Love you with expert precision

Love you in the shiny new auto

Love you like a nice clean shave

Love you sweet and soft

Love you more

Love you

Is love the right word?

                                                  -Quasimodo

Too much to Live for

Suicidal?
Moi? Please...
Do I look it?
Hair's combed
clean shaved, nice clothes
toothy grin painted on
permanent ink
Go to work, small talk
They tell me through smoke
How hung over they are
Drank himself silly
And why not?
He is not suicidal
Of course not
Broken relationships
Out on a bender now
Sleeping with any
that turn a sympathetic sighhhhhhhh
That's not suicidal
Might be murder...
Speeding down the freeway
Late for a meeting
Pray he makes it
It's not like he has a chance
of dying...
Stop for a bite
It's been almost an hour
Quick, fast, fix
Heartattack
Diet soda
Nevermind the scars
Nevermind the pills
can't hide it
don't even care
But I'm not suicidal
Now pass it over here
                                                -Quasimodo

Smile

I'm only smiling
Please don't talk to me
Can't you see my pearly whites
Everything is just peachy
No need for comfort
No need for medicine
Can't you see I'm happy
That the walls are closing in
That time is marching slower
An IV acid drip
Courses like knives
in some gross milk
Look close, I can't hide
I can't shut my windows
Thieves still break in
And mess up all my drawers
I can't help it, I'm lonely
So I refuse to lock them
But the pearly gates are sealed
Holding my forked beast
That so easily would betray
The one that brushes it everyday
I'm smiling for you
Isn't that enough
Your etiquette is satisfied
You've been polite long enough
Please my face is hurting
I can't take it much longer
Plus I know you can't handle
What I have to offer
Waking free in a cell
Created by my own desire
All trust ripped away
On one single night
So I beg you please
Take this smile and leave
And when you find me tomorrow
Can you place the mask back on
I guess I should be smiling
When I go to meet God
I know I can't trick Him
But maybe I can fake it
And Mom always wanted
An open casket
                        -Quasimodo

Dear Presidente

When those we love part from us,
Why are we left alone to bear the cross
when the weight is too much to bear...
Why should I feel comfort when all I see is despair...
We shall meet again, but time seems to slow...
Can words comfort, maybe, I don't know...
Anger, regret, all feelings known too well
Will it heal, only time will tell
At least you're not alone to bear the heavy load
You have each other and that's more than what I know
Be strong but you don't have to be
It's ok to weep, it's ok to bleed
I'll pray for you so you can breath
But you'll never be alone
Like I have to be...

Love
Quasimodo

Good

i'm not good

but you might see

depends if you can handle it

cause i can't

it's getting heavy

it's bringing me down

it's beginning to hurt

i thought i could let go

but i never was the type

i want you to help

but i know you can't

give me a reason

give me the means

but you make me wanna stay

and carry the weight

it's so simple

it's so easy

it's too hard

i wish i was drunk

i don't want to be good

i want to be numb

                                              -Quasimodo

Bliss (It)

It's like, what do you want to talk about?

There is no aspect of Its life that is interesting or happy or even remotely different

Divorced (ex was committed)

Son (which will become psychologically damaged)

lives a million hours away and cries when let go

Finishing school

to get a job, won't die

and That's It.

It hates itself...

Used to pray that her or It would die to alleviate the

WEIGHT

wrong to live a pointless existance

messed up

can't go back

Everyone can make it without It, especially him

won't be torn, can celebrate memories

People are always better in our memories

A coward!

Can't take Its own life!

must be taken from It!

And so

"live" a half-life

Doing the motions, but mindful that Its will is gone

No more ambition

no more desire

Just instinct

Will this time end? Maybe

but does it matter

How could it? With parting

maybe

want to run, but she makes It stay

...live

Zombies, It hates

but you become what you hate

The world is designed that way

A factory of death, a concentration camp...

No hope

No fear

Night...

Want light? the end of the tunnel, NO!

That only brings realization of the blackness that envelops

Infinite darkness, peace of routine

mindless...

If you'd be so kind and take use of the darkness and put this coward out of Its misery

Just slip it between the shoulder blades and swiftly through the heart

But don't give It such hope

Keep It busy to forget...

bliss

                                                       -Quasimodo

Dick

Dick liked Jane

Dick played with Jane

Dick learned with Jane

Dick had fun with Jane

Dick fell in love with Jane

Dick married Jane

Dick had a family with Jane

Jane fought with Dick

Jane liked Dick

But fell in love with Bill

Now Dick doesn't like Jane

But can't forget her

Dick is alone

                                              -Quasimodo

The Bee

Busy Bee Buzzing Below
unaware of impending woe
me
the carful observer
you
the diligent worker
should I take that fatal step?
and take away your Final Breath?

Busy Bee, now in two
oh how I wish I was you
and God would take that fatal step
and take away my Final Breath...

                                                       -Quasimodo

There once was Elliot. 
             He was a talented being. Music was a physical thing to him. It was all around him. It would come to him in the day and at night it filled his dreams. He loved music. 
             One day he took control of the music and made something amazing. He was so proud of what he had done. He made the music his own.  Some others heard it and praised him. They would say " I had no idea you were so talented!" Elliot enjoyed that others thought what he had made showed how talented he was. He decided to continue to create. 
               He kept making more and more and the others liked it more and more. But the comments began to change from being impressed to a little critical.  
"This one is good, but i like how the older stuff was" they would say. 
Elliot was puzzled. 
"This is what i do. This is who I am. How can i make it how i used to?" 
             He racked his brain. He couldn't sleep. Every time he tried to make something, empty words filled his fingers. I can't do it...but the others wanted more.  
           Elliot tried to run, to flee from his talent but the music continued to swirl around and around dragging him deeper and deeper into madness.  Others continued their comments and said he lost his touch, that the talent was gone, but the music was still there. 
There was no escape. 
No one to listen. 

Alone. 


He hated music.

                                                                -Quasimodo

There once was Gimbo. 
               He was nice and lovable. But he never wanted to do anything. He would lay in the grass and watch daisies or clouds. The sun would rise and the sun would set on Gimbo dreaming away. When ever his friends would ask if he wanted to go swimming or go grab some food, he said he didn't want to. He never wanted to do anything.
              His mom would ask him to take a bath and he would reply that he didn't want to. His mother would say "One day you will have to do something." Gimbo would say "I dont want to think about that." He never wanted anything because he never needed anything. He just watched the clouds pass by.
               One day he saw the most beautiful sight, Ximbi. She was the most elegant thing he had laid his eyes on. 

                        Finally, he wanted something. 
             
               He tried everything to get close to her. He tried cooking, but he didn't know how. He never wanted to learn. He tried rowing a boat, but he couldn't. He never wanted to learn. He tried climbing a tree, but he couldn't. He never wanted to learn. He couldn't eat or sleep because of his overwhelming want to be with Ximbi. 
               Eventually, she moved away and Gimbo returned to his old ways. He would lay and watch the clouds and the daisies. The sun would rise and the sun would set on Gimbo dreaming away. 

But now he wasn't happy. 


He was lonely...

                                                 -Quasimodo