#aidanzeus

[aidanzeus-blog]

Fuckin' Sprite Bottle

My life is, Or perhaps I am, Like a sun-bleached Sprite bottle, Filled with rusty screws and bolts. Once it held something wonderful, pure, joyous, But it has been emptied. It is no longer a source of deliciousness or refreshment. Light and time have stripped the natural color from my skin. I am filled with foreign components that don't rightly belong in there. It's not a pleasing sight. But I happen to know these things, As ugly as time has made them, Are still useful. I can still hold things together. The purpose I thought I would serve no longer matters. I have new plans. If you take a second glance, It might be some sort of beautiful. By Aidan Will

[aidanzeus-blog]

Don't Look That Way

Close your eyes, don’t look that way Turn back now, don’t look that way The only warning that I say, No matter what, don’t look that way

Be a doll and shut the door No reason you should see this for I don’t care to watch your tears pour To see you shake down to your core, But if you like what you have found And you want my kind around Just say the word if you want more Come on in and close the door

If you want to hold on another day Or your god to hear you pray, Or time with a lover to lay, Or a life with your children to raise, If you still have words to say, Turn around, don’t look that way

Don’t you walk my way tonight, Don’t think that you’ll be alright, Don’t think you’ll put up a fight, Don’t let yourself in my sight, Or think I'll let you return to light After you’ve felt the darkness bite Don’t you walk my way tonight

Reach back in and feel around Savor all that you have found, Never just one for the mound, But after all that you’ve allowed Once you took more than your pound You know the fate to which you’re bound, I hope that you made yourself proud

If you want to hold on another day Or your god to hear you pray, Or time with a lover to lay, Or a life with your children to raise, If you still have words to say, Turn around, and run away, don’t you dare look that way

                                                  By Aidan Will ©

[aidanzeus-blog]

Uncle Ted's a Racist

Well, Uncle Ted's a racist, He always was and always will be He's an ornery son of a bitch Don't need to know him long to see He's not the most encouraging guy He'll judge your hopes and dreams, Don't tell him what you're into He hates everything it seems, "Only faggots and Negros with attitude become actors" he said, Still curious as to where he learned that, maybe in a book he read, Uncle Ted is set in his ways, He always was and always will be It's a great familial shame And a deep personal tragedy, The man farms ostriches And giant chickens apparently They'll take your stuff in their beaks And you'll have to fight to get them free, He wrote a commercial once, With a dwarf or little person in it, Riding on a little pony, Getting chased by giant chickens, I asked what the ad was for, He said he didn't know, I think there's a lesson in there, Another story to be told, Don't fuck with Uncle Ted, A grumpy man who's not to be riled With a psychopathic family like this You can't blame me for going wild. But Uncle Ted taught me a lot, One thing comes to mind most of all "The only thing the Greeks know how to play with is each other's balls!"

                                                                                                    By Aidan Will 'My Son My Son What Have Ye Done' Written by Werner Herzog

[aidanzeus-blog]

Bubba Sawyer's Burden

What hell is going on? This just isn’t my day. All the meat that’s come to spoil I just can’t let them run away. I’m doing my job The only one I can. When they come into my house They’re a pig, not a man. Everyone is yelling at me, Why can’t they go away now, I just wanna be left alone, Not to be attacked by cows. We can’t let them live now With what they have seen, What they have found, The saw is family. I don’t want this home invasion, I don’t want to run and hide, Got a Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Not a movie, but a state of mind.

                                                                                   By Aidan Will ©

                                Leatherface created by Kim Henkel and Tobe Hooper

[aidanzeus-blog]

My Dreams

Dreams were an escape, When I was a child, An unoccupied place Where my mind could run wild. I was free to roam, Across endless lands, Dreamscapes of my own, Crafted by my hands, Whether fantasies or nightmares, It wasn't a real concern, Even when I was deathly scared, There was something to be learned. I watched tornados ravage my home, I saw an atom bomb descend, But every mortal terror I faced alone Came with wake to a peaceful end But that was childhood, Death is a superficial fear, That child wouldn't have understood, Real nightmares wake won't cure. When I go to sleep tonight, I await pain from one of two lenses, I sleep and cower in mortal fright Or I wake and weep defenseless, Gone are the dreamscapes, Gone is the beauty, This is depression on tape, As it will always be Live my life full of surprises, Find myself in new romances, But with dawn the truth arises, Good dreams get no second chances You can live in a castle, That's built in the sky, Up here no more hassles, It's just you and I, But reality takes no prisoners, Bombs the joy into the ground, She was in my arms, I was in hers Now she's gone without a sound. I just wanna be with her, Buy her flowers, give her head, But the hands on that clock turn And I'm back alone in bed. Wrapped my face my sheets, Break something over my head, No matter if you get back to sleep That dream is already dead. Gone are the dreamscapes, Gone is the beauty, This is depression on tape, As it will always be Gone are the dreamscapes, Gone as you can see, Mutilated hopes on tape, As we will always need. By Aidan Will

[aidanzeus-blog]

Women Breathe.

I don't like seeing magazine covers and articles about the top most stunning or gorgeous women of varying professions in the world, its a fucking farce! This shit makes me want to pull the author's teeth out. How dare you rate female human beings according to what they look like, you fucking ponces, scum-of-the-earth dog-faced villains.

How can you include and exclude women on and from such lists on aesthetic appearances alone? These seem like Eugenics essays or some such shit. You have no idea how beautiful or gorgeous or incredible a human being of either sex/gender is until you've had a couple conversations with them, until you've actually seen who they are, not what they fuckin' look like.

I know this is nothing new, this isn't some sort of groundbreaking feminist piece here, but I'm so goddamn tired of "adults" drooling over people on the basis of aesthetics as opposed to personal merit and then presenting their naive findings to the public to absorbed and masturbated to as if it is a unanimously resolved truth. I fear there is a large group of human beings on the planet who will never be able to see someone truly beautiful because they're looking from the wrong angle.

I've reached a point where I struggle for a long time to tell women that I find them stunningly gorgeous even when I really want to, because I don't want to be another person hinting that that is the limit of their value. 

[aidanzeus-blog]

Pale Mystery Daydream Lady

It is so fascinating, I would love to be with you, I would love to do things For you, To you, You name it and Ill do it

This is my Daydream.

But I know it’s not to be, I’m not the greenest pasture for you, I know so little about you but I know enough, If anyone could open Eden up again, It’d be you, So I won’t pretend I’m something special, I won’t pretend I’m something worthy But let me say, I’m no better than anyone else, But I have oversensitive vision, And I’ll see you better than anyone, Every time I look at you, And see you looking back, I’m honored and privileged, You may have been God’s project on a good day.

You are my daydream.

And I know it’s just a daydream, But it’s such a good one, I pretend that when my eyes meet yours, You’re imagining the same things I am, Imagining me becoming an honored device, A body and a brain, Existing only to make you happy, if only for a moment, And while I know this is my fantasy, not yours, I’m grateful for your participation, And so blessed and thankful, For all the times your eyes meet mine, Pale mysterious lady. My pale mysterious daydream.

                                                   By Aidan Will ©

[aidanzeus-blog]

Hello, Little Crow

Dead of morning, Dead of dusk, Another night passed without my sleep, Day comes with or without you, Sun doesn't hear you groan, Life begins again, The fast is broken, Time to see my old friends again.

Dead of morning again.

Down the lonely road, Bodies of animals, scattered all around, Every corpse I see, I want to hold close to me, What better dignity in death than a friend. I'm no better than the road kill, I see every day, Just as pretty. Maybe the dead are only in the past, Maybe I'll meet them again, But the road goes only forward.

Down that lonely road.

It seems to happen every morning, Perhaps it's same one, I pass by that black bird again, The black bird I know well. My bad luck is just one more thing, I've made some sort of peace with what it brings, I don't remember passing under the ladder, I don't recall watching that mirror shatter, I won't be petty anymore, Because I'll survive it all for now, So I look over to the bird, I swear, it almost seems to nod, And I nod back

Hello, little crow, I'm keeping on the dawning road. So very little we both know, Hello, little crow, I've become so tired, I put my trust in the darkness, and go with the flow, Hello, little crow

                                               By Aidan Will ©