Perpetual fear's in motion
I summon you to call
To stand among the threshold
To support the fragile wall
Encase all your emotions
With chain and steel and lock
Understand there's no forgiveness
Your mirror is your god.
Society is falling
Will you be the one
To stand behind the trigger
Holding the smoking gun
The time spent is destroying
They fight for what they know
Their closed in what they know is right
We're delt the final blow
Never has imagination
Been the cause of so much pain
Its sick that all this fiction
Brings our lives acid rain
Will you stand like Atlas
Holding up the world
Your back is fragile and weak
Cant support whats absurd.
Will you continue to trust
You have been forsaken
Remain a solid structure
What you know is bound and broken
Will you stay here and fight
For what you know's absurd
Fuck reason and truth
Support your fake lord.

Bruce Lee's Face by Chris Collier

Mindless in a sense
What am I doing here
This isnt where I want to be
Get me the fuck out of here
These people I'm around
They're not what was meant for me
I'm so ashamed of my turn out
Is there no escape for me

What the fuck lead me here
Where did my life go so wrong
When did others make me turn
Life was somethin, now its gone
Want to change what I've become
Self-Abuse for what I am
Sitting here out of my mind
Back to where this shit began

This isnt life
This isnt happiness
I'm meant for more
I settle for less
We're so pathetic
We can do so much better
Sit and get fucked up
Lose part of ourselves forever

Its my muse, my dream, my inspiration
To change to world, the state of our nation
We'll never get the chance, we'll always lose our turn
As we sit and trip, every inch the paper burns.

Bruce Lee's face on a wall
First it crumbles then it falls
Bruce Lee's face on a wall
First we suffer then we bawl
Bruce Lee's face on a wall
It laughs while we all fall
Bruce Lee's face on a wall
First we suffer then we bawl

disPICKabLE by Chris Collier

I may be here very wasted
But I have deffinately tasted
What life is really made of
It is not happiness or love
Its filled with eternal sorrow
Topped with a worse tomorrow
Life's a neverending joke
So we sit around and toke
Our problems will go away
But return again the next day
I wish to cut my wrists to end
My worthless life, so it wont begin
Fresh and new, I'm finished, I'm through
I am tired of pleasing everyone and you
I may be drunk but at least I am not
Sitting here thinking about thinks I forgot
I didnt forget the pain I feel
The lonelyness and negative appeal
To all that is here surrounding me
I just wish to suspend myself from a tree
It seems I have no true friend
I wish this pain would stop, just end
Nobody fucking cares for myself
If I died, nobody would care in hell
They would all just move on
No one would care if I were gone
What the fuck have I done with my life?
I am worthless and nothing, yet stricken with strife.
All I wish to do is die.
It saves me from my daily feeling, a desire to cry.

A Man Before The Hunt by Chris Collier

A broken glass is filled half empty with fear
The red moon rises on the end of the year
A face in the shadow waits with evil intent
A demon from hell makes another heaven sent
His eyes never wander, yet he is always aware
Concentrating on the grotesque reason he is there
A penetrating stare into wanderer's soul's
Choosing which one is fit for his goals
She has to be perfect, of godly design
She must be graceful, she must be refined
Dignified and proud, overflowing with class
She must be an angel, as delicate as glass
He sees his woman, a perfect target indeed
Suddenly his soul is filled with hate and greed
He must have her, he must get his way
If his prize is not won, he'll make everyone pay
The woman is alone and there is no one around
He sneaks up behind her, never making a sound
With a bag and a rope, he captures his prey
Then with a punch and a jab he wisks her away
She is famous now, in papers and on the news
But through all of the searching, they found no clues
The man goes to sleep with a smile every night
He got what he wanted and she tasted just right


I hope you like this poem. I just wrote it off the top of my head.

Crumble and Fall by Chris Collier

Sink through what time allows.
Summon father, you're coming home.
Stand for what you think you know.
Watch your ideals crumble and fall.
Against the grain you tremble.
Past the curtain you become shadow.
Least you be burdened with purpose.
Then carry through with no regrets.
But soon you will regret what you carry.
Pass through with your irksome folly.
And go peacefully in sleep upon desertion.
Know what you know and stand as a wall.
But fall to pieces on discovery of the truth.
Live in denial at the obvious mistake.
Understand the time and breath is gone forever.
For what? Misinformation fed to the globe.
But realize the fault lay with the receiver,
The sheep of the invisible shepherd.
Face the truth with dignity,
But cower at the unwillingness to
Break from your life's fiction overhead.
Real knowledge is power,
Fake knowledge is weakness multiplied.
So fall under the stress, the strain of your fallacies.
That is what you should do.
That is what you live now.


Originally entered May 2, 2006. Edited June 15, 2007