Ghost Rants

From monastaries that sneeze
Untill they bless you completly
They're all called political issues
Analytical tissues used discretly
Here, dry your fears
Before your tears are sold
In this capitialist root-hold
Timber!
Do toppled dreams still
Elicite screams as the city sleeps
Counting sheep by the kilo
Untill they feel no pain remain
No theyre not healed though
Just lying dormant
Storms cant awaken them
When infact their life is intact
But coming unglued fast
Sticky tacked their hopes to the wall
Bricks fall breacking their spine
Intertwined with calls of stalled
Freefalls. aligned in crawling lines
They march in stride like
Five by four ants.
Except with halter tops and baggy pants
And altered cops with violent rants
Can no one here the ghost chants?
Boo!
You run and hide while the ghosts left crying
Dying its colorless mass into a shades form
Until its reformed and able to be informed
That it was necessary to be scarry
Only to withold to the norm
Preforming as the preformance is entranced
By the audience. so he sits and watches
The audience preform and stands for more
Screaming.... encore!

Theyre bored and beg for more.
Not uderstanding that standing room
Is doomed to be left a fire hazard
They haphazardly watch the silence of many
Is there any sanity left in a screams of a few
Distorted views of the blind mute and bruised
Reviewing disguised entities, they left the haunted scene
Never to be seen again. only ghost remain to
Haunt that wich will remain theirs. in their world
A world lost to those who seek material thrills
But the doors are open, the broken darkness chanting
"Be open minded...and youll be free although binded
Do your best to join us in our everlasting quest to discuss
The noises from within that scare even us..."