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I will slime you! [06 Jul 2007|03:26am]
I will slime you,
gauranteed,
though your lion
tamer's teeth
shine
a myriad of light,
You deal
platitudes
that sting,
leaving nibblings
in my kite...
Plug my sleigh
with faulty
features...
I've been tempted by
your teachers
who implore me
to dis-robe
as they make
a circle globe
just for twitters
and guffaws...
I'll rely on
Murphy's Law
when you've over-
stayed your
welcome
like a peevish
country bumpkin,
stealing saccharine
from the jar...
I will slime you,
guaranteed...
Hesistation leaves
her scar
from the saddle
you dismounted
to the cavities
I've counted
in your cracked,
and ridged
schemes...
So kiss with bliss
lips, disowning
facts
I'll slime you
in your sulky
tracks!
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rain gutter [14 Jun 2007|04:23pm]

Rain gutter, rain gutter...
let me explain...
I have escaped
down the throat of
your drain
into the flue,
oh the things
we can do
now that we're
steeped like
a sleepy-time
tea,
and our poisonous
reek
opens up to
the sea...
O my sweet gutter,
there is only one 
catch...
Hear the screams
echo
as foot-steps
forget...
Please spit me
rhymes
in this gutter
of thought...
Watch as flies swarm
over all
I was taught.

 

 

huh?

I view the striking similarites
between man and tree...
O the beast in the breeze
is the bees knees,
I'd say...
invading the soil,
as it spins
through the coil; 
but they'll
cut you down
when your ripe
and ready...
I get crippled
from the pressure
like an drowning
star-fish under
a trash-can lid
standing still,
deep fried,
in a room
with bleached balls...
Who?
I am 
the vanishing act,
but yet
I remain...
Where?
Yesterday I followed
my shadow
inside...
Wet eyes explain
my daily dose
of dying...
Watch me follow
the flying
piano...

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Filthy Decor [26 May 2007|11:44pm]
It's 8 in the morning,
so says Uncle Sam,
and another new
mother wakes
tanked in the can
It's this leather
she wears
playing tricks on
her nerves
She wants to lose
weight,
and develop
less curves
as the filthy decor
of the city
sets in...
I walk with a limp
as she's leaving
the stop
She's choking up
hope
Someone get her
a mop!
It's the filthy decor
got her purging
her lunch...
It's the clock
in the shop
that they pay her
to punch...
I wish I could kick
down
and help her breathe
slow,
Though I'm lost
in a head-lock
My pockets
breed holes
In this bright, shining
hour
when the sun
hurts to see
I stagger
in silence,
a cloud shrouding me...
It's the filthy decor
that has made us
lose touch...
Making taste-buds
dissolve 'til we
don't care
as much...
It's the filthy decor
turning mountains
to sand,
and it's 8
in the morning,
so says Uncle Sam
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A Vacant Hill-side Somewhere in Existence [17 May 2007|12:49pm]
Mother,
why did you feed me
with spoons
that rust?
Now every
day I'm breathing
it looks like dusk...
I feel like the rat
that never
knew his plague...
Wishing I was fat
so I could
waste away...
But it's not so easy
without smelling
salts...
It's not so easy
when it's all
my fault...
It's not so easy,
we must keep
the pace...
No it's not so easy
with no
saving grace...
Mother,
why did you feed me
with spoons
that rust?
Now every
day I'm breathing
it looks like dusk...
From the brawling bars
we hear the
vagrants rage 
Thrashing in their stools
to turn a
swollen page...
But it's not so easy
without smelling
salts...
It's not so easy
when it's all
my fault...
It's not so easy,
we must keep
the pace...
No it's not so easy
with no
saving grace...
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A cell-block near you [12 May 2007|01:30pm]
I take advantage
of my work
when I walk
the greed
hemorrhoid,
and if the blessings
aren't dispersed
I am apt
to get annoyed...

I'm a block-mate,
cruel as a slimey fry
writhing with
the worms
on the sun-dried
side-walk...
Your stomach
growls,
"Not for me!"
as I descend quick
like a hawk
on prey
down through
the fray of
simple public...

O how we lunge
at the crumbs
of temptation,
Our bleeding
hemorrhoids
hide
their swelling
sensations
for only so long
behind threads
of new love...
Enveloped we
salivate,
drinking the rain
through fences
of steel,
such a forceful
restraint...

I'm a block-mate...
Don't let my crimes
repeat,
I've grown to expect
the unnerving
heat
of the cruel invaders
that stalk and maim
as we watch
from high towers
alone
with our chains
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rat-hole [05 May 2007|02:30pm]
In the incessant insect alley
we swarm to fill a common void
that reeks of spoiled man-flesh
parts,
all habitats destroyed...
But pray,
please stay
and still the heart
with vomit, bile, and
phlegm
We'll wallow in your vacant art
and bow like heaving stems
below a flower so perverse,
a mush-room cloud
of guilt
for we have sentenced
Gods to death
within the cells
we've built...
In the incessant insect alley
the architect pretends
the pride once pushing
out his fly
will soon return again
But we are aging
in our grief
devoting fleece
like idle sheep
to the insatiable,
undetermined
mills of need
that breed
our vermin
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[01 May 2007|07:22pm]
COME SEE THE CORROSIVE KIDS; NATHAN KALISH & THE WILDFIRE; COIN; JAKE STILSON & THE MI MI MIs

<strong>Hosted By:</strong> corrosive kids <br><strong>When:</strong> Friday May 04, 2007<br> at 8:30 PM<BR><strong>Where:</strong> The DAAC<br>115 S. Division<br>Grand Rapids, MI 49503<br>United States<br><b>Description:</b><br>corrosive kids <br><br><a href='http://events.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=events.detail&eventID=330374.98296'>Click Here To View Event</a>

5$  @ THE DAAC
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I'm your freak/The lonely lark [30 Apr 2007|02:07am]
(It's a strange night so I had to leave the house.  Jake Stilson is manning Morningstar and I'm really excited about our May 4th show at the DAAC)


The stench from my crotch
is gonna make you high
I think something must 've
crawled up there and died
When someone calls my name
I think it's a hoax
The only place for me
is behind steel poles

Got bad table manners

I DON'T USE A FORK

I'm just like a Muslim

'CEPT I DIG THE PORK

I'm the little green monster

on your cheek,

I'M YOUR FREAK!

I'm the little green monster

on your cheek,

I'M YOUR FREAK!



At your dinner party

I emptied my bowels

I hope your dinner guests

had enough clean towels

It takes a rare man

to admit that he's wrong

macking on your mother

in a see-thru thong



Got bad table manners

I DON'T USE A FORK

I'm just like a Muslim

'CEPT I DIG THE PORK

I'm the little green monster

on your cheek,

I'M YOUR FREAK!

I'm the little green monster

on your cheek,

I'M YOUR FREAK!



You seem to dig me, girl

or is that your dog?

My toxic gonorrhea's

got me in a fog

I'm the brand new fungi

that erupts as spores

bringing on the sickness

that will end all wars



Got bad table manners

I DON'T USE A FORK

I'm just like a Muslim

'CEPT I DIG THE PORK

I'm the little green monster

on your cheek,

I'M YOUR FREAK!

I'm the little green monster

on your cheek,
I'M YOUR FREAK!







The lonely lark
has settled here
where under
blighted covers burn
The scent of fire
and scathed
periodicals
has made us learn
his cloak and dagger
mood...
And it is he
who kills the high,
and draws hypnosis
from your eyes
displacing it
in the trees that breathe
a violent flicker
under moon-light...
It's these damned
downed power-lines
that say
there's nothing left
to wear today
in this or that blind alley
save a torn cape
from last Halloween...
It cloaks and choaks
my face
despite
the final horror
of the night
I shriek to find
you've caught me
in your silent
ceiling fan...
Your beat speeds up
and makes me dance
in daft
euphoric rhythm...
It's just for you
this far-out dress
Just for I shine the best,
but please tell me
for what it is
I'm shining...
I am the lime
that covers stone,
I feed my pheromones
through the phone
and to the lonely tower
in your corner
of the city
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Bringing Nerdy Back (By Hannah & Josh) [22 Apr 2007|04:46pm]
I'm only going to post one song by the Grozies because we want to keep our indenties and projekt's a secret yo!
You're only gonna get a taste of what is Grozie!  Fo' the rest yo' gonna have tah buy the album...
or check us out at Billy's open mic...



MC J.V.

They call us
the double D Jesus
They'll try anything
to decrease us
They think their beats
are Ultra-Phat
They haven't seen
nothing yet...
This one goes out
to the mothers 
in the back!
Get off yr ass 
and dance to 
the track!

MASTAH KLEPTO

Me and J.V.
are bringing nerdy
back
We be talking 
mad trash
but it's not
our fault,
your bitch is a hag
she be doing
sommersaults,
and when her dress
come up
over her head
we'll see a bit of
rank vag
You know what
I said
We be trying
to mix up
the rap game
because all
you punk MCs
are sounding
the same

MC JV

We ain't out 
to prove
anything thuggish
were just two
misfits
spitting some
rubbish
This one goes out
to the mothers
in the back!

MASTAH KLEPTO

Me and JV are bringing
nerdy back!
Playing the glocks
as we rock the
tube socks
Our boy Scubes in
the dirty cell
seeking incest zombies
from the gates of
Hell
He's keeping it
Yankee
blowing snot
in the southern boys
hanky
but guess what
we'll bust him loose
and hold a street
party
drink the poor man's
juice
You think were
messing around
You think it's all
a ruse
But were goddamn
Yanks and
we dig our booze
The truth of it is
you'll be jizzing
in your shorts
cuz you wish 
you had
what is seeping
in our pores

MC JV

And this one goes out
to the mothers 
in the back!
Get your ass up
and dance to the track!

MASTAH KLEPTO

Cuz me and JV are
bringing
nerdy back!
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The Grossies [21 Apr 2007|12:42pm]
The Grossies is my new dirty krunk rap projekt with Hannah.  It came quite effortlessly together in one cohesive night of obssessive writing with the darling punker.  We moved from coffeehouse to coffeehouse ingesting caffeine by the butt-load.  Suddenly Hannah mentioned the word 'Vanilla Face', and before you knew it we were lost in a world of beautiful collaboration which produced tons of pages of work and six awesome songs.  I've never been able to write this many songs in such a short amount of time, it was great!!!!

The songs are all really dirty and offensive!  Soon I'll put some up for y'all to get sick on at my livejournal and myspace sites.  This stuff feels really right, and I'm really excited about it.  Mickey wants to get involved!!  Were gonna do an open mic thing at Billy's this monday...I left my notebook at Mickey's so's soon baby soon...now I gotta get ready for the corrosive show...maybe I'll even shave but I'm not making any promises...I like the grizzle in the shnizzle...
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Corrosive Rock 'n' Roll!!! [20 Apr 2007|03:16am]
<strong>Hosted By:</strong>        
        corrosive kids <br><strong>When:</strong> Saturday Apr 21, 2007<br> at 8:30 PM<BR><strong>Where:</strong>
        Miller's Cave<br>1151 Chicago Dr SW<br>Wyoming, MI 49509<br>United States<br><b>Description:</b><br>corrosive kids  <br><br><a
        href='http://events.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=events.detail&eventID=323658.68436'>Click Here To View Event</a>
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Corrosive Kids Shows [19 Apr 2007|04:05pm]
I was talking to Emily Kirkstra today at Morbid Star 666 and she inspired me to say a few words about the Corrosive Kids

shows that were doing to people on live-journal.  Honestly I've gotten kinda of fed up with live-journal and the lack of response

I get to my poetry compared to Myspace, so most of my life and plans are on my myspace.  Just look up the Corrosive Kids on

myspace and you can see all the new music weve been recording and putting up!  Things are really getting fun for the

Corrosive Kids, but I'll just let our music do the talking and  give you the addresses and dates of our upcoming shows...


CORROSIVE KIDS
JAKE STILSON & THE MI MI MIS
COIN


APRIL 21st we will be playing at Miller's Cave at 8:30pm;
MILLER'S CAVE
1151 Chicago Dr.
Wyoming, MI
$3.00 8:30PM

CORROSIVE KIDS
JAKE STILSON & THE MI MI MIS
COIN
NATHAN KALISH & THE WILDFIRE

MAY 4th
THE DAAC
115 S. DIVISION
GRAND RAPIDS, MI
$5.00 8:30 PM


& the 12th at 9PM at Quinn & Tuites...
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Meltdown [11 Apr 2007|04:10pm]
She cracks every safe,
every wall I erect...
Scaling the fences
I vowed to protect...
Wish she would bleed me
so I could just die...
Glimpsing the orphan
of rags in my eyes...

"You who stand in
sulky water,
catching the bug
from the unflossed
tide!
Seaweed and kelp,
your long lost brothers,
gasping for help
not theirs to
find!"

Sun setting down like
he just lost a bet...
Over the droves of
those not dead yet...
Everyone listlessly
out on the road a-
waits the Apocalypse,
so I've been told...

"You who stand in
sulky water,
catching the bug
from the unflossed
tide!
Seaweed and kelp,
your long lost brothers,
gasping for help
not theirs to
find!"

She's got the pink-eye
and scurvy to spare...
I'm off the wagon and
beggars don't care...
Feel myself changing
like night into day...
All the 'help-wanted' signs
fading to grey...

"You who stand in
sulky water,
catching the bug
from the unflossed
tide!
Seaweed and kelp,
your long lost brothers,
gasping for help
not theirs to
find!"
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I've dug my own grave [03 Apr 2007|01:43pm]
The fool depends
on childhood friends
to wipe his sore
behind
He tips his cap
When winter chaps;
evades it's cruel
design...
But I'm sincere
with my eclipse;
I've watched
my share of
sinking ships...

Outside in the alley
you can hear
the band play
I am the expert;
I've dug my
own grave
Most chase a
feeling like moths
to a flame
I am the expert;
I've dug my
own grave...

So many birds
sing foolish words
they should keep
locked away
Like "Stay", or "Love",
"My God above",
are just a few
mistakes...
I can't afford such
slips of tongue
with all life's
bandages undone...

Outside in the alley
you can hear
the band play
I am the expert;
I've dug my
own grave
Most chase a
feeling like moths
to a flame
I am the expert;
I've dug my
own grave...
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Oily Fiends of Fantasy [31 Mar 2007|12:55pm]

We are all reflected in the dying ashes of vermillion

our artifical orfices producing dietary discourse,

and here I'm smooching in the lemonade

leaving bic tracers in the sky with diamonds...

Maybe someone should try to find a parking place...

No, I mean really...like a parking place on the heart!

Black out the sun with a dying Afghanistan in the background...

Who gives a shit in this boil of a planet?

Who's fighting for a greater crater

in this culturally deprived city of sin?

Let's crucify the detestable fish
who's flapping her gills
for freedom and a voice
looking for an out in this
privatized zoo!

I see a bee in a furnace
making full
technological embrace.

I see Aztec Gods
in Village People suits.

I hear the booming voice
of Unicron played by
Orson Wells,
as I collect myself
outside
the cities septic...
My heart
the antithesis of
sparkling clear...
bitterly baked
by the oily fiends
of fantasy.
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Ascension to Zen [22 Mar 2007|07:08pm]
I'm not sure if it was
a battle of the wit
but I was amazed by
the intricacies of
your words
as you recited
the rite to your
tribal initiation...
I fell for the four
corners
of your cross
when I saw
the heart
of a restless
native
screaming out
from your heaving,
and expanding
lungs
where a
lightening bolt
had hit
extinguishing
the funeral pyre
that's condemned
us all
to this
mortal plane...
Now,
my water lily,
we are
free to float
with the
vespers and
electric eels
that swarm
the netherworld...
Immune to
the ashes of
eternity
that have transfixed
the masses
in a subtle
strangle-hold...
Let us dance
the lunar marshes,
where the
touched beg
for entry,
losing ourselves
to the sound
of bells and
divinity...
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The Portrait [21 Mar 2007|04:40pm]
Just ignore the pretty portrait
that you drew,
you don't know me!
Draw from me my pit
and pendulum...
All the defiled
fat on Benjamin's
makes my
heart sick
to the very core
Steady your hand and
reach for the sky!
All of this gore
and you don't blink
an eye!
Who knows me
well?
I'm a volcano!
Red wine erupts
from my
virginal hole...
Fill out the eyes,
but I'd trade my
soul
for a bit of security...
Always obscure
don't know what's
come over me...
makes my
heart sick
to the very core...
Just ignore the pretty portrait
that you drew,
you don't know me!
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The Gypsy (written with Kevin) [20 Mar 2007|11:32am]
Sun battling with clouds
on Atlas St.
"What is this thing
with time?"
There's nothing wrong
with the day/night
and the monthly moon...
My body switches on
and the dandruff
falls
like cornflakes,
A great nothing
from which something
is born,
an undeniable grace
erasing pain
and making it
less personal...
The sound of cars
passing as
she strikes her pose
of guilt
that hangs like
a hemorrhoid
from her shattered
nose...
The shadows
are broken and forever,
as we ignore
the melting phone,
and deviant day-dreams...
She spits her dark
secrets
into the trough
below the street-lights,
and we are silenced
by her
faith-inducing trick...
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The White Rabbit [14 Mar 2007|04:38pm]
I pulled you out
like a vanishing rabbit
Gripped you by the snout,
and then let you have it
My eye was alert;
the night calm and clear
A star hit the dirt
in my rear-view mirror
Chosen to squander
I lost sense
and found her
Determined to gain
new insight...
I pulled you out
like a vanishing rabbit
Gripped you by the snout,
and then let you have it
I've grown too old
to give you my life
So I just gave my cold
It pierced like a knife
Beneath the fabric
I know there's
a maverick who's
scaled me though he's
scared of heights...

I pulled you out
like a vanishing rabbit...
I pulled you out
like a vanishing rabbit...
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[12 Mar 2007|06:42pm]
The silence
illicits thought
as the black mold
hangs from
the classroom
ceiling,
sprouting from
the cracks
like wool,
as I keep
this prayer
behind my row
of teeth
that all
these kids
will think and live
well,
despite the
oppresive times
we live
and go through...
Here in this
cacophony of
sleep,
The students
will themselves
into another
place;
another body
they control
and breathe with,
teaching it
to house
their private
thoughts,
coaxing it
to roll the dice
for them and
make a choice...
I am happy
to be their
pliable dough;
blending in and out
with all
the properties
of light and space...
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