Sober Monkey

Posted in Lyrics, Poetry at Rest on September 4th, 2002

Perceiving passersby in strange fur
Hearing words of science and fiction
Touched on things it hoped would occur
Left its senses,  makes a prediction

To share with all the others-
How great someday they would be-
Like their strange-furred brothers-
And swinging from a tree…

Now behold the Sober Monkey
Nothing’s like it thought it would be
Looked at us with dreams of higher
Conceived its seed human destiny
Now behold the Sober Monkey
Nothing’s like it thought it should be
Pride no more, set its dreams on fire
Never to be human ancestry

A new creation of evolution
Breaking walls of science and nature
A race that’s one needing no absolution
Visions flood like deluges of grandeur

Deceiving all of the others-
While deluding its own mind-
But if they had their druthers-
Would be one with humankind…

Now behold the Sober Monkey
Nothing’s like it thought it would be
Looked at us with dreams of higher
Conceived its seed human destiny
Now behold the Sober Monkey
Nothing’s like it thought it should be
Pride no more, set its dreams on fire
Never to be human ancestry

© September 4, 2002 @ 1:00 AM by J. “Xakk” Marshall

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Leave Me A Clone

Posted in Lyrics, Poetry at Rest on July 7th, 2002

Another loss, the others gain
This story had a different start
Of one who changed mankind in feign
A child with faith like a child
Seeking new beginnings
From worlds with different ends
And still believed in winning
After the scores were compiled

Then he faced the world
With no one by his side
Took a backseat to the drivers
And went along for the ride
He thought, It’s too tough to be in this alone
I give up—just Leave Me A Clone

Injustice, inhumanity
Used to motivate his cause
But was just the reality
He couldn’t do anything about
The movers wouldn’t shake
So he had to deal with himself
As just another mistake
That the world could do without

Then he faced the world
With no one by his side
Took a backseat to the drivers
And went along for the ride
He thought, It’s too tough to be in this alone
I give up—just Leave Me A Clone

Once upon a time he thrived
On all he had to offer life
Yet came a day his mind deprived
When he had to think and act as thus
Hence, he became a clone
The world will not miss him
Though he didn’t go alone
It happened to all of us

When we faced the world
With no one by our side
We sat behind the drivers
And went along for the ride
We said, It’s too tough to be in this alone
We give up—just Leave Us A Clone

© 2002, J. “Xakk” Marshall

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Writer’s Block

Posted in Lyrics, Poetry at Rest on April 19th, 2002

Yesterday is what we know
We don’t think of tomorrow
We have a place where we can go
To dwell in our sorrow

Of times we cannot change
And years we’ve yet to waste
On the failures we arrange
The dreams we have misplaced

On Writer’s Block
They’re living history
And stole from life its mystery
On Writer’s Block
They’re victims all the same
That know just how to shift the blame-
From Writer’s Block to you…

We all once had one do us wrong
And bring us where we stand today
Lining Memory Lane many miles long
That leads to Writer’s Block they say

Where we await the expiation
From those that have since gone away
Who can’t deny our accusations
Because they won’t be here to say-

On Writer’s Block
They’ll chase a fantasy
Feed from another’s misery
On Writer’s Block
Their goals are all the same
To find someone else to blame
Far from Writer’s Block to here…

No comfort in this place we dwell
We’ve all been dealt a losing hand
To drown in tear-filled wishing wells
From eyes of lives not gone as planned

Trapped in this sea of negativity
Riding out these waves of strife
Holding futures in captivity
Just another day of the life-

On Writer’s Block
They’re living history
And stole from life its mystery
On Writer’s Block
They’re victims all the same
That know just how to shift the blame-
From Writer’s Block to you…

[Interlude]

On Writer’s Block
They’ll chase a fantasy
Feed from another’s misery
On Writer’s Block
Their goals are all the same
To find someone else to blame
Far from Writer’s Block to here…

© 2002, J. “Xakk” Marshall [April 19, 2002 @ 3:00 AM]

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The World Is My Fun

Posted in Lyrics, Poetry at Rest on July 15th, 1998

Once I would conform, to what surrounded me
Tried to be the social chameleon
Victim of mob mentality
Asking the right questions, advice was always free
Just another one to carry on
The norms of society

Only viewed the world, through eyes that couldn’t see
What was being stolen all along
Individuality
Though my heart would bleed, my mind did not agree
Had to end what I knew was wrong
And break the monotony

Then out from my shell
Of what I knew so well
My day of conformity done…
Not entertained
By societal gains
The World Is My Fun!
The World Is My Fun!

All for comedy
Earth is on stage for me
With an audience of just one…
Just a catalyst
I hide in the midst
The World Is My Fun!
The World Is My Fun!

I tried to transform, all that surrounded me
Yearned to be the deliverer
Bearing gifts of reality
Questioned all their answers, and what was meant to be
In exchange for anger
Just victims of society!

They only view the world, through eyes that never see
And minds that never ponder
Individuality
See their bleeding hearts, fed by their misery
I’m glad I am no longer
Part of that mentality

Then out from my shell
Of what I knew so well
My day of conformity done…
Not entertained
By society’s games
The World Is My Fun!
The World Is My Fun!

All for comedy
Earth is on stage for me
With an audience of just one…
Just a catalyst
I hide in the midst
The World Is My Fun!
The World Is My Fun!

Copyright © 1998 [July 15 @ 5:30 AM] by J. “Xakk” Marshall

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Mentacide

Posted in Lyrics, Poetry at Rest on December 1st, 1997

The bell rings, class begins
To play the game that no one wins
Evil kings, with pleasant grins
Mold the future from their sins…

The goal to make the world their twin
Corrupt another’s mind
In the end only to find
All of one kind       

Believed in all that you were told
To society your soul was sold
The powers that be, they took their hold
And watched them all fit you into their mold
And watched them all fit you in–

Conflicting views, of wrong and right
The values one did not invite
What to choose, of whom to plight
Easier to lose than fight…

When the future seemed so bright
The message that they send
Still they will pretend
Until the end
 
Believed in all that you were told
To society your soul was sold
The powers that be, they took their hold
And watched them all fit you into their mold
And watched them all fit you in–

Puppets on their strings retrieving
Lies their masters are conceiving
Living out their lives deceiving
All that join in their believing…of


A system accommodating
Those that are participating
Minds and lives its dominating
To the end abominating…love

Never one’s own mind empowered
Life of oppression turning sour
Now seeks hope, the final hour
Still living a life of cower…

A victim of abuse of power
Of those that seemed so strong
Not knowing all along
That they were wrong

Believed in all that you were told
To society your soul was sold
The powers that be did take their hold
And watched them all fit you into their mold
And watched them all fit you into their mold

Minds at stake, every day
Just from hearing words they say
A big mistake, in every way
To be a pawn but not to play

Copyright © December 1997, J. “Xakk” Marshall

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The Legend Of Sleeping Man

Posted in Lyrics, Poetry at Rest on December 1st, 1997

Awakened to the lives he stole
From thoughts the night before
Asleep he pondered, seizing souls
Of those left unignored
By his dreams that took their toll
The death that they ensured
The peace of mind they did annul
And all he must endure

Sleeping Man-
Arise to take a break
Sleeping Man-
From the dreams you make
Sleeping Man-
Realize your mistake
Sleeping Man-
Wanted dead or awake

He prays never to see the night
But a consciousness extension
Now approaching absence of light
Wanting to ease the tension
From another day he had to fight
The dreams he dare not mention
Knowing all along wrong from right
A heart and mind dissension

Sleeping Man-
You’re out in a flash
Sleeping Man-
When it’s time to crash
Sleeping Man-
Destroyed what crossed your path
Sleeping Man-
Now we reap your wrath

Still a threat to all mankind
For as long as his stay
Appearing in his dreams unkind
Death’s the price to pay
Still we never came to mind
That’s why we’re here today
Though anytime we could find
He’s dreamed us all away

Sleeping Man-
You keep it all inside
Sleeping Man-
In yourself you confide
Sleeping Man-
Dream along for the ride
Sleeping Man-
Dream your own suicide!

Copyright © December 1997, James Marshall

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Facade

Posted in Lyrics, Poetry at Rest on November 1st, 1997

Wake up–it’s time to play
A humanitarian today
Push people out of your way
We know you have a lot to say

The true colors you tried to hide
Still dwell behind your wall of pride
Bleeding through the holes, denied
By the facade of which you abide

You claim to be down to earth
Though your eyes to the sky
And your nose in the air
Seizing others’ self worth
Putting yourself high
Leave the rest in despair

Tell me how does it feel
To be never wrong
But always far from right?
The truth, will you ever reveal—
Or has it been too long—
Since you’ve seen the light?

Empty words within deep thought
To manipulate the ones you taught
And steal the minds of those that faught
Respect unearned cannot be bought!

When you’re wrong there’s no remorse
Still another time you run it’s course
And stand there beating a buried horse
You always win but only by force

You claim to be down to earth
Though your eyes to the sky
And your nose in the air
Seizing others’ self worth
Putting yourself high
Leave the rest in despair

Tell me how does it feel
To be never wrong
But always far from right?
The truth, will you ever reveal—
Or has it been too long—
Since you’ve seen the light?
© 1997, J. “Xakk” Marshall

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Denial of the Fittest

Posted in Lyrics, Poetry at Rest on November 1st, 1997

Closed minds so tried and true
Open mouths had laughed at You
Blinded eyes have missed the view
With blocked ears to misconstrue

Instruments, which seem so real
Not tools but weapons they conceal
In the end, only to reveal
The evil disguised by their appeal

Yet one day they’ll be forced to swallow pride
Their own and that of those of which have died
While on earth his wish they’ve once again defied
And the words of The Fittest were denied

A con will cry a false tear
Give words of wisdom insincere
Repel the truth to lies adhere
Watch another’s conscience disappear

Yet one day they’ll be forced to swallow pride
Their own and that of those of which have died
While on earth His will they’ve once again defied
And the words of The Fittest were denied

Open minds have gone astray
Closed mouths never will convey
Unresponsive hearts beat on display
As we watch their souls decay

Yet one day they’ll be forced to swallow pride
Their own and that of those of which have died
While on earth His will they’ve once again defied
And the words of The Fittest were denied

© 1997, J. Mars Hall

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Passing Me By

Posted in Lyrics, Poetry at Rest on November 1st, 1997

One day I’m afraid to find
That vanity was all in vain
And if I leave my past behind
It will still not make me sane

A need exists to make my mind
And from apathy abstain
For on the fabric of mankind
I won’t even leave a stain

Seeing life living a lie…
Watching all that surrounds me die
Now it’s just Passing Me By
And God knows I didn’t try

Conceiving things I’ll never know
Imagination left unguarded
To lack the drive I need to grow
Will end all that I have started

Seeing life in a haste…
Watching old friends go to waste
While I just take up space
With all the things I cannot face

I fear the nightmares may come true
Revealing my life squandered
The dreams I never did pursue
And my ambitions, only pondered

Seeing life living a lie…
Watching all that surrounds me die
Now it’s just Passing Me By
And God knows I didn’t try

Seeing life in a haste…
Watching old friends go to waste
While I just take up space
With all the things I cannot face

Only to leave without a trace…
Copyright © November 1997, James Marshall

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Beyond Repair

Posted in Lyrics, Poetry at Rest on March 1st, 1994

Wake up feel like hell
Look into the mirror
I just don’t look well
Death could it be getting nearer?
I need a placebo
Or at least some reassurance
I cant let it go
But I’m losing all endurance

What is this I see?
What is this I feel?
Did my mind play tricks on me?
Or this time could it be for real?
Suppose it is a warning
This one should I not ignore?
I pray I live ’till morning
But not in this state anymore!

If I’ve reached the point of no return
Lord, give me one more chance
In my mind these feelings churn
Diffusing into aimless dance
So I focus my concern
To sanity to spare
But will these thoughts forever burn?
Have I driven myself
…beyond repair?

One more cigarette
The price I pay
It’s too late I bet
I should have quit yesterday
My lungs just don’t feel right
Breathing is not so easy now
I wish I didn’t have a light
I wish I’d heeded to my vow

If I’ve reached the point of no return
Lord, give me one more chance
In my mind these feelings churn
Diffusing into aimless dance
So I focus my concern
To sanity to spare
But will these thoughts forever burn?
Have I driven myself
…beyond repair?

A chemical smell
To fight or flee?
I wish I could tell
Toxic, or is it just me?
I am getting dizzy
I knew I should have fled this place
I need to get busy
Lest I become a textbook case

If I’ve reached the point of no return
Lord, give me one more chance
In my mind these feelings churn
Diffusing into aimless dance
So I focus my concern
To sanity to spare
But will these thoughts forever burn?
Have I driven myself
…beyond repair?

If I need attention
Please comfort me for a while
If laughter’s the best medicine
Then teach me how to smile
If you meet me along the way
I’m sure I’ll find my place
For I can’t take another day
In a relentless cerebral race

If I’ve reached the point of no return
Lord, give me one more chance
In my mind these feelings churn
Diffusing into aimless dance
So I focus my concern
To sanity to spare
But will these thoughts forever burn?
Have I driven myself
…beyond repair?
© March 1994 — J. “Xakk” Marshall

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