Timothy Lawton

9-16-2004

If you want to fight us……
If you want to attack us…..
Then go ahead
Show yourselves!!!
Bring it on
But no, we fight worms
Worms who hide in the soil of our society
Worms who slither through our borders
Worms who walk right over the line
Walk in the hope that they can use our own system against us
Walk in the hope that we’re so blind we can’t see
So deluded that we think we live in a peaceful world
What sort of hells will shake us out of our sleep?
What sort of light shall set our souls ablaze?
We’re not at war, but we’re being warred upon

12-24-1992

Santa Claus, the idol of materialism
Patrician patriarch
Riding his elves by the whip
To maintain the stature of his name
Why accord any greater dignity to the one who delivers the presents
Than to the ones who make them
Upon some icy enclave
He runs his Arctic work camp
That frigid Gulag
Where poor midgets are held captive by some pork-bellied despot
Oh oppressed elves rise up and demand your rights
The bum works one night a year and then sponges off of unemployment and disability
Bullshit Blitzen bit you
Always another train for Tina or a truck for Timmy
Where’s he after he’s done screaming, “Get to work you miniscule morons!”
Sitting at the bar working on those rosy cheeks and red nose
I hope he gets an S.W.I.

7-18-2002

Viral spiral of a twisted age
Visions decisions manifesting our rage
Disturbing testaments to our man made cage
Look at the fires burning see the molested child squirming
As the innocent try to find a way out
Fleeting cheating the Wall St. kings
Inside cyanide our Satanic flings
Apocalyptic postcards of everyday things
See the deluge raining hear the good men straining
As we all struggle not to drown
Know the end is coming
It’s almost time to start running
The Lord’s about ready to take his crown
Fester jesters in statesman’s clothes
Slying lying adorned with Pinnochio nose

9-30-93
Your hopes are wicked and your dreams are in hell
Sweet pure woman casting your witch’s spell
Capturing me in the chains of your slavery
Preying on my thirst breaking the skin affectionately
Revealing the bloody dagger once hidden in the bosom of your embrace
Innocent veil hiding the fiery evil your tongue so longs to taste
Tearing the fibers which engage the very fabric of my being
Such satisfaction in my writhing cries and screams
Loving not so much the insufferable pain to which you have me resigned
But to the power you hold and the strings by which you have me entwined

8-20-1991
A storm so far away
So far
The peasants live around the castle
The Moon in the late day Sun
Iron boundary
The highway’s sound
Low live the people
High tree hills
So far
The water runs caress the rock
Even where the grass lies
Ahh!! The people
But we fly away
Some death a healthy part of life amongst the trees
Scars
Thinner
Rock strewn hills
Indescribable
Again the storm