Immigrant

Do I complain too much?
Do I put myself in the darkness?
Too much
Life is a duality
To have one,
You must have the other
The pursuit of happiness
Must be filled with such
Emptiness
Isn't it expected then?
Doubt can't be expected
Worry is not worried over
Time heals all wounds
or does it make them deeper.
Is that what life is...
A pursuit to an unattainable place?
If I can't be happy here,
then why should I be there?
Here, there, everywhere
How many feet do you meet?
With blisters and sores, on
The road of false dreams
A hamster wheel; an illusion
Diamonds under glass shine much brighter, the stars
Always out of reach
Can't stay still, no time to relax
No time to be happy
False hope, a nice trick
But I found out the Tragedy
Chase your end, sadness the means
Present happiness; demeaning
Higher and faster, infinity
Are you happy with the moon?

                          -Quasimodo

Sunrise, Sunset

Sunrise, sunset
The same, continues
Once a ruler, a god
Master of the human race
It giveth, it taketh
it awakened those that slept
dried up the weak
blinded the proud
Supreme force
Unable to be controlled
Sunrise, sunset
The lamps burn all night
The electric hum
The king was weakening
Crops grow regardless
the weak are strengthened
The blinded are shaded
The A/C melting
electronic beeps awaketh
Midnight stars raineth
The ruler is weak, unheeded
A mere tradition
Grown old
A routine
Sunrise, Sunset

               -Quasimodo

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