Typically Cynically

As can be seen with many other posts, I am very strongly pro-individuality and originality. Conformity doesn't fit me and I actually believe that it's the result and cause of most human stupidity. This last post is another free-write set of lyrics which I put myself in the position of an onlooker to one who is on the verge of this superficial conformity. It's called...

Be The Finale

You’re a part-time, never there when you are needed
You’re one or the other, never the same always changing
You’re there or you’re not, but what can you do when you’re disconnected
You’re the clueless, speaking for others but never for yourself

Relax, and take some time to catch up on all of the missed joys in life
Stay back, see what you can do to become a full-time, always near-by

You think you’re in tune, but you’re really minor in pitch
You think you’re in touch, but still just out of arms reach
Take a gamble, move outside the security of home
Learn what is now, forget what was then, go ahead, breach, and start talking the new speech

Spending countless time on what others believe, trying to change your own thoughts
Questionable points made, but you’re going to give in -- no more you cause now you’re them
Finish the way you began so long ago, when there was no care how others shot
Continue as you, not a superficial being -- and move back, restart from your stem

You’re changing, making one last challenge to get all straight
You’re you, caring less of critics and more of your own instinct
You’re better than them, the others, cause you’re not insecure anymore
You’re the finale, the best part of life and most beautiful point in show

Keep it up, and you’ll always be the top, you’ll never have to stoop down to be something you’re not, cause you’ll be you and only you

Posted by kerb0045 at 1:40 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

So, this blog, as seen in previous posts, deals primarily with "what I hate about people." You could call me, not anti-social, but maybe "lackluster" for crowds - because most people irritate and bore me with their ego and pompous attitudes (or else their insensitive stupidity). This is another song I wrote which deals with the single-mindedness of people and their own "self-evident" ideal of which everything great remains the same, as everything dull remains dull. This deals with that general attitude.

You Will See (Me)

My whole life has skipped around
From baby’s first sound to the college bound
But even through my distorted vision
I can still tell I haven’t move position
I have stayed, same old, same old
My time is on continuous refold
But paper can only fold seven times
So I believe my simplicity is starting to die and you’re

Mesmerized by a transformation
Lost at sight by a small translation
I still don’t know who I want to be
But will you see, will you see me
Turn my life in a direction
Away from all of my current tension
I still don’t know what I’m looking to see
But you will see, you will see me

Impossible is never an excuse
Break the alliance and forget the truce
Stay by my side, I’m not a hopeless youth, but
I guess you gave up on me cause you found the truth
So I’ll change my hair and my shirt and shoes
To try to get you back, what have I got to lose
Now I can start to gain back my quality and
It may be a small change to you, but a huge step for me and still you’re

Mesmerized by a transformation
Lost at sight by a small translation
I still don’t know who I want to be
But will you see, will you see me
Turn my life in a direction
Away from all of my current tension
I still don’t know what I’m looking to see
But you will see, you will see me

Everywhere I go there’s going to be a line
So I need to find the fast track to bypass the time
I’ve heard before that my life’s a waste
But nothing’s a waste if I still have faith and
Those who envy the passion of the present
Still think the past is foreshadowing content
You can think ahead, just don’t try to focus
Cause you’ll find a detour and you’ll get stuck in cuss

Mesmerized by a transformation
Lost at sight by a small translation
I still don’t know who I want to be
But will you see, will you see me
Turn my life in a direction
Away from all of my current tension
I still don’t know what I’m looking to see
But you will see, you will see me

Posted by kerb0045 at 10:56 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

This is another poem that I wrote which, as can easily be seen while reading, was inspired much by Shakespeare. I personally love the words of Shakespeare - how flowing and traditional they are. This is a love poem about the general person - how money and fame seems to be the way people get to find a "love." It is much a contrast of a more modern aspect of society and the traditionalist nature of the farmers and workers of the 16th and 17th century.

The Truth of the Doves

Alas, my lass, thy heart is bound
In synergy the muses produce thy sound
Bittersweet in the lower tones
Enter delight while the harmony drones

Thy blade is dull, yet pierces so clean
Tis the truth behind thee that seems to glean
When red pursues white, true colors are shown
The innards make the meatiest moan

Need not love beauty and fame?
Need not love fate and name?
I say to thee neither of these
For time is key, as well as shame
To live under thy new name

Happiness arrives, deviation subsides
Yet swimming against the highest of tides
The mellophone plays its sorrowful tune
Coupled with a flute thy love doth croon

Posted by kerb0045 at 11:31 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

This is a set of lyrics which I wrote to portray the "typical" person: unable to think and act for themselves.

Marionette Soldier

When your strings break just call it over
Lying on stage, acting sober
Wishing to find a four leaf clover
Dying life of a Marionette Soldier
Get up and go, go go go go go

The Holy Bible your only armor
In the breast pocket of your supporter
Seeming so easy to be a news reporter
No time to think as a Marionette Soldier
Just get up and go, go go go go go

Go------________---------_________
Go------________ and find your way home

Riding in a camo stroller
Being pushed by the high roller
Played your hand and forced to fold her
Losing your name Marionette Soldier
Just get up and go, go go go go go

Hey there kid, come on closer
Are you lost? Where is your mother?
Forget about you, to me a roamer
Brainwashed mind of a Marionette Soldier
Just get up and go, go go go go go

Go------________---------_________
Go------________ and find your way home

It’s what is dealt, you’re made a fighter
Attempts to get shot just dig you in farther
These strings attached stick like a mortar
Dreadful fate of a Marionette Soldier
Just get up and go, go go go go go

All it takes is one revolver
But my hands are tied to a controller
Can’t break free, will only grow older
Every day a Marionette Soldier
Just get up and go, go go go go go

Go------________---------_________
Go------________ and find your way home

Posted by kerb0045 at 3:17 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

So, after my short little rant about MN hicks, I realized I'd like to stick to this overall topic of Minnesotans for another post. And due to the recent "snow storm" last week, there's something that I'd like to bring up: why can't Minnesotans drive during the winter?

I'm a typical Minnesotan: the supposed "accent," with the belief that I sound most "normal" out of everyone else in the US; the hatred toward the cold, but ability to bearibly stand it because I couldn't imagine a Christmas without snow, etc. But as far as driving goes, I'm, for the most part, atypical from the rest of MN. I like to drive at least 5 above the speed limit at any given point - sometimes reaching as far as 10-15 over - and am not affected by the snow.

During the snowstorm on Thursday, I found myself driving home from class in dawn of the storm. As I was driving home, I got stuck behind some dipstick driving 10 mph up a rather steep hill, and not until he got over the hill did he decide to slow down even further. I'm booking along in my front wheel drive Honda Civic going 30 mph easy without slipping, and this numbskull in front of me decides to go a third of my speed (up a hill to remind you again).

Then, later that same day, I went to pick up some Chinese food (like every other American on a cold/shitty night) and, as I was leaving the restaurant, and elderly lady pulls up. I start backing out of my parking spot and turning around to the exit when this lady decides to create her own parking spot: right in the middle of the two-way "entrance/exit" road and half way between two aisles of parking spaces. It was as if she decided to park on a crosswalk in front of a firehydrant because it was closer than the handicap slot. Anyway, I had to get within an inch of the curb to get around her and as I looked back through my rearview mirror, I saw her lights turn off, then her car turn off, and her door open. I just turned my head and laughed, not thinking that she was serious. But then again, it is MN and it was snowing.

So what's up with this phenomenon. I guess I don't really know all about other states and their drivers so much, but, based on my 18 years of living in this state, I'm pretty sure I can safely state that Minnesotans are the worst drivers, especially when it comes to snow (or even rain for that matter). Driving on the middle line, or the shoulder, or driving less than half the designated speed limit because of weather that is, apparently, unknown to Minnesotans: something I like to call "snow."

Posted by kerb0045 at 10:21 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Ok, I feel like an overwhelming emotion is about to take me over, so... I'm going to change subjects for a minute, but I'll try to keep it "Typically Cynically."

There are these... "things" which - I guess the closest resemblance - would be considered MN hicks. I can't stand these "things." What really irritates me is this idea of the "truck." First let's define truck - according to dictionary.com, a "truck" "is any of various forms of vehicle for carrying goods and materials." Now that that's good to go, let me tell you of these "things."

These "things" (MN hicks) are the most self-absorbe people who are overly obsessed with their trucks. But here's what gets me - they don't use it as a truck (to carry goods and materials). These MN hicks are constantly bragging about the vehicles they merely drive to and from high school (most likely the furthest they'll be able to go in their education because of their limited ability to think of anything else). I'd like to state the most complicated that they have ever spoken:

one thing: "dude, you should see my truck! Brand new - my parents paid for it. It's my Ford F150 4-door."
the other thing: "that's a gay car, bro. Ford's suck, that means you must suck too, ooohhh! My truck is a fucking Chevy Silverado extended cab with dual exhaust, straight pipes, with glass packs to add a mean roar to the beast!"
one thing (again): "oh yea? well mine has 36's on it!"
the other thing (again): "same."

that's it, and it goes on every conversation that I, unfortunately, overhear and burden my ears and melt my brain with. Never are the trucks actually used for the intended purpose. Never do they get dirty from "off-roading." Never do these "things" brag about the 5 miles to the gallon the lugs get simply to drive too and from their pointless education. These are the basics, but they are annoying and mind killers - and I pledge to rid them from the vicinity near me. (These things probably don't even know what the word "vicinity" means - and that's what I'm talking about).

thank you.
i'm out (for now).

Posted by kerb0045 at 12:21 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Here is my ode to the brutal truth that is the human relationship and the emotional conflict of which it spurs and creates.

"Cynical Crossroads"

Lining the crossroads of truth and fate
Overly attent the cynical state
Vague and unique like one marooned
Endlessly vast, the lining will wound

Limited in understanding of interconnection
Outer affection leads to inner emotion
Vixen’s domain protects both sides
Entrapped or free controls the minds

Rendering success, a mere impossible feat
Entranced at first and so discrete
Junctions form, create regret
Engaging deeper than consent
Carving out from the personal cage
Transplanting pain to engage
Interplay of truth and fate
Overly attent the cynical state
Never ending is the terminal mate

Lest Aphrodite be so pure
Outstretched be the arms of a simple cure
Vain is the peripheral of her sight
Everlasting, blind as night

Left alone the victim of a lyre
Only now does the voice spit fire
Vampiric ideals come forth to be
Except the cross hangs to heed

Responses enter save for need
Exact desire tends to lead
Jurors are continually biased
Expressing emotion the jurors find driest
Center the depth of original intent
Take it slow, haste can only dent
Inside the heart, the soul sinks low
Obtaining anger deals a fatal blow
Never ending is the constant toll

Life swings on a creaking hinge
Opting for a lockout, drop the syringe
Vanity closes the door to stay
Elderhood awakens from his sleep filled day

Lining the crossroads of truth and fate
Overly attent the cynical state
Vague and unique like one marooned
Endlessly vast, the lining will wound

Posted by kerb0045 at 12:12 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)