January 26, 2005
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Empty Eyes
There’s no way out
I scream and I shout
So deep in this hole
I’ve lost all control
It’s taken my mind
I’ve created the crime
Sold you my soul
There is no parole
I’ve got empty eyes – can’t see inside
I’ve got empty eyes – let my addiction decide
I’ve got empty eyes – thirsty with greed
I’ve got empty eyes – with madness to feed
I just want another
Monkey blood brother
My conscience subsides
Once I’m on this ride
I’ll steal if I have to
To get myself through
I’ll take what you’ve got
And sell the whole lot
I’ve got empty eyes – toxic and angry
I’ve got empty eyes – selfish and hungry
I’ve got empty eyes – they’re on the attack
I’ve got empty eyes – they’ll put a knife in your back
Rules are for breaking
Life’s made for the taking
Addiction is hell
That’s where I dwell
Vomit and spittle
There ain’t no acquittal
Won’t be no redeeming
Just blood, sweat and screaming
I’ve got empty eyes – lost all remorse
I’ve got empty eyes – as a matter of course
I’ve got empty eyes – burned out from the heat
I’ve got empty eyes – doin’ life on the street
Comments (11)
wow
this is such a powerful piece
when i read you….makes me feel inadequate
for your proffesionalism is here…or is it the stark
reality of your words?
thanks for the well wishes for me and my child…
luv you
Hm, comes across like a rap song. You look like you could belt out some hip hop…
Dear Andreas,
While the rhythm of the piece doesn’t really remind me of rap. (I actually heard the tune of Nick Lowe’s “Raging Eyes” in my head as I read it) this is excellent as both a song and poetry. I know you posted it on the ElectricPoetry Group but I haven’t gotten around to writing a response there, so will here first. Favorite lines: “I just want another : Monkey blood brother” and “Vomit and spittal : There ain’t no aquittal”. It’s impossible to ascertain whether or not you are “improving” as a poet, because I certainly haven’t read every thing you’ve written, but it sure seems to be the case, in perception anyway. Bravo.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
hello there
I had to thank you for always
lifting me up
D
“empty eyes”
Haunting lyrics actually.
You’re the true nut around here! Where I’m just a tiny ittsy bittsy peanut (not in reality a nut at all) but for comparison purposes, you are a walnut!
lisa
offend?
never…i lost my thoughts and the tears were flowing so i just offered it as is..
thank you for reading….always
as i said…u lift me up
you make me smile….i added more…not dure if it fits the same mood…
thank you for all your well wishes
i am off to bed here
No listen dear, Nietzsche is german. You’d be great. Let’s become world renowned poets/philosophers together. Then in ten years time, due to all of our geniousity popping like gunfire in our heads, we can go completely insane and walk around acting like ducks! Quacking and all. Everyone would leave us alone because of our already heavy contribution to mankind (by our stunning use of words) and we could be free to roam the hillsides of Switzerland with our wine and quackers (er, I mean crackers)
lisa
Why, Andreas, you handsome dawg! I didn’t know you had a Xanga blog! Small world, ain’t it? *hug*
Great song here. I’d love to hear this sung with some of those those great guitar licks of yours. I’m hearing Don Henley, or maybe even Clapton or Stevie Ray.
Dear Andreas,
Just stopping by to see if you have posted anything new.See you haven’t. I’ll cya later.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool