OMEGA Stone Sour

This song.. or rather spoken song.... Is by Stone Sour. The song/ poem is called Omega.
This is an excellent example of a poem. A because of the fact that is is spoken and not sang, and b, because it has alot of interesting examples of common poetry terms. Such as imagry. Sevral parts of this peice like Transulucent flesh or, Matters at hand or, Wave naked into.... exc. are definatly good examples of Imagry. Also, there is alot of symbolism. Lint at a laundromat to sift and focus..., means every day problems. For the rest of us theres always sunday..place our hand on the big black book.- church, used as a refuge from sins or every day problems. There is also a few ironic terms in here aswell. "It's like ice but no pick a murder charge that won't stick its like a whole other world where you can smell the food, But you can't touch the silverware." Regardless of what others think about this, i like it and i think it suits the part.






[All Spoken, Except When Noted Otherwise. All profound laguage taken out.]


What a skeletal wreck of a man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, NOW
We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems ripped from the branches of office do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?
Wind down inside your adivistic allure, the value of a summer spent and a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers

A vacation is a countdown
T minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste

I could go on and on but let's move on shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs haven't felt like this in years the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again
That's where you go when theres no one else around it's just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger

Government is another way to say better, than, you!
*laughs* What luck!
Facism you can vote for
 Isn't that sweet
And were all gonna die someday 'cause that's the american way and I've drunk too much and said too little when you're gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer save face get yourself together and 
I'm sorry I could go on and on but its time to move on so
Remember, your a wreck an accident
Forget the freak your just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
let the heads cool and the engine run
because in the end everything we do,
 is just everything we've done.

The Broken Man.

"Come one and all and see the broken man, talking to himself. He sits and waits for something better, he'll never find it here. The people touch his hair, pinch his cheek; he can't even feel it." With eyes of the mightily blind bats and hands of a working man. Wrinkles of a zombie that hides his face; he cant even see it. One inhale after the other-toking on a burning cigarette- he feels nothing but the tar in his lungs like a swamp consuming all. He sings, "Wish I was too dead to cry, my self affliction fades. Stones to throw at my creator, masochists to which I cater. I wish I had a reason, my flaws are open season. For this, I gave up trying: One good turn deserves my dying." Becoming the shell of forgotten memories; he hides from everyone. " Bury all your secrets in my skin. Come away with innocents; then beat me with my sins. The air around me still feels like a cage. And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again." His smile was taken long ago; if he can change no one will let him know.He is the broken man. The broken man that will never heal, will never feel, or hear or see.

The day the world met the Magnificentt Scar!

Throughout your life, you will learn that I am the benevolent creator of brilliance.Over the years, many people have bowed and  cried for my attention. People have sought my expertise in philosophy, reality, and stupidity. Over the years they have walked around me instead of me walking around them. The earth crumbles beneath my  ominous insight to life. Waves crash around me, not on me. I am the one that you hear people praying about. I have seen the world, from the mountains of Japan, to the slums of Chicago. I do not quiver and shudder in the presence of Chuck Norris, he writhes in my strength. The Dalai Lama will never be able to meditate as great as I have. The news follows me. I wrote the peace act and caused the world war. People in Peru, Oklahoma, India, and Norway all sing my songs of peace and war, love and hatred. I am the magnificent scar that only the saints of gods could dream of.

 The chant for me:

"High is the way

But all eyes are upon the ground.
You are the light and the way
They'll only read about
I only pray heaven knows
When to lift you out
10000 days in the fire is long enough.

You're going home...

You're the only one who can hold your head up high,

Shake your fist at the gates saying,

'I have come home now.'"

And yet i haven't had the change to be accepted at your college. looking forward to you making my acquaintance.