WRITING

Explore the writing of Mister Greene.

Read original poems and song lyrics that delve into themes of self-discovery, human emotion, and societal reflection.

LYRICS

Ether
My skin feels clammy

And my skull is dull

I’m ready for the big ride

But we’re all caught in the lull

They say that we are moving

A light behind the clouds

But I only see the darkness

On the highway of the proud

Don’t tell me that it’ll all be fine

Don’t fill me with your lies

Don’t whisper those sweet nothings

‘Cos it’s a smoky-thin disguise

I’ve seen countless sunrise

And watched it set again

I’ve seen the leaves fall from the trees

And ride once again

Two opposing magnetic fields can never fully touch unless manipulated by an outside force.

Ether, the substance that glues all carbon and hydrocarbon together, allows electromagnetic pulses and waves to pass through our unseen atmosphere. That fact that ether is completely massless and ever-flexible lends to the idea that all things living, dead or inanimate are fused together by a string of energy. It is also possible that this is the reason that our ethereal essence is capable of harnessing inside the human shell.

I believe in one thing

And one thing will get me through

But it does not dispel the Nothing

And the turning of the screw

And it’s just not my Spirit

And the Mind that bears this weight

The hinges bend, the structure sways

I’m standing at the gate

But I won’t enter the Kingdom’s realm

Until I’m finished here

Still I need to know our voice is heard

Until I’m free and clear

So my words of love, I’ll say again

Just in case you haven’t heard

So when the darkness

Twists you

Listen close

And rest assured

Within the ether, there is a side of pure energy, and a side lacking energy flow altogether. The lack of energy can be attributed to dark matter. There is a power that can be drawn off of this matter, in which manipulation of one’s surroundings becomes easier, but more malevolent at the same time. There is a force within the dark matter that offers a controlling power in its perception of solidity. In Greek mythology, the space between the ultimately separate forces is referred to as the River Styx… a canyon, chasm or never-ending hole is usually described for the division between the representation of heaven and hell. This chasm can apparently be peered over into the other realm where an entity, or being, can see the world they choose not to live in

Crooked Fingers
Boy did you pick the wrong guy on the wrong day

Punksters, Funksters

Hipsters and Tripsters

Crooked little fingers

Pointin’ at the Mister

I slip and I slide

I dip, duck and dive

But no matter what I try

It’s still do or die

She said I just wanna find

A space that is mine

Take a little bit of time

To find my own rhyme

But the world around

Only wants me to drown

I take two forward

Then I’m three down

I just wanna find

A space that is mine

Take a little time

To find my own rhyme

But the world around

Only wants me to drown

I take two forward

Then I’m three down

And now her daddy struck

His own baby girl

Goodbye to the tales

Of diamonds and pearls

Because of his fears

He turned to the beers

But the demons didn’t choke

Didn’t disappear

They just grew in strength

Year after year

Now it’s just another wave

In the sea of tears

Now the angels sigh

When they hear her cries

Cos the darkness got her thinking

About permanent lullabies

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he doesn’t exist

We just had a near-life experience

Hush little baby

She speaks not a word

It’s pain in the dark

Her pain that they heard

Can you hear me?

Are you really there?

If you’re really really real

Come out of the air

Feathering whispers

Clouds of mist

The oceans wave break

Something touches her wrist

Now the dark isn’t dark

The pain not so thick

She flutters her lashes

Her waking is quick

Now I have found

A space that is mine

I’ll take my own time

I’ll find my own rhyme

And the world around

Can let itself drown

I take

Two forward

No more three down

I’m flying?

I’m flying…

I’m flying

Instant K
Now before I say goodnight, my sponsor would like to bring you an important message

I take one day at a time

I will find this place

My inner space

Is the heart erased?

Once the familiar place

Mind this time and place

Nevermore

Lost vocality

Memory

Inclined

Overdrive

Stark reality

Leaving by train

Striking fresh laid tracks

I should’ve warned you

A moment back

I travel this path

On mountain top

The train it halts

Cast iron sparks

A flicker of light

Into the midnight

On mountain top

The train, it halts

Cast iron sparks

A flicker of light

Into the midnight

A road, less traveled

I clutch my case

I jump

Across the tracks

Without a trace

The wind blows

A distant whistle

The wolves howl and mingle

Marking avast, the territory

And I chase the light

And curiosity

Originating

Realization

Reason, and rhyme

And time…

With the presence of mind

When shall we three meet again? In Thunder, Lightning, or in Rain?

When the Hurley-burley’s done, when the Battle’s lost and won

That will be e’er set of Sun

Cheshire
Now I told you before

In previous cuts

That I dropped the ball

Wasn’t man enough

To stand up and clutch

God’s gift in my palm

Walked away from my Nine

Became the walking embalmed

Then the dealer cut the deck

Gave me another hand

Now I’m holding Queen’s high

In this darkened land

You take me from this world

With only a smile

But then you drift into the shadows

And I feel beguiled

Slinky little feline

With your lives of Nine

You said that this go-round

Is the ultimate rhyme

Conviction lies

Within your floating grin

So grace me, place me

Throw me a line

Slinky little feline

With your lives of Nine

You said that this go-round

Is the ultimate rhyme

Conviction lies

Within your floating grin

So grace me, place me

Throw me a line

‘Cos there’s a million different voices

Careening through my head

And I need your perfect silence

To put ‘em to bed

And I heard and respect

All the things that you said

Just take hold of my hand

So we can battle the dead

‘Cos I feel I’m on a prowl

In the jungle dense

And the creature’s wicked howls

Are gettin’ more intense

And you know I don’t mind

You taking your time

So long as we can tend

The light at the Inn

Slinky little feline

With your lives of Nine

You said that this go-round

Is the ultimate rhyme

Conviction lies

Within your floating grin

So grace me, place me

Throw me a line

Slinky little feline

With your lives of Nine

You said that this go-round

Is the ultimate rhyme

Said conviction lies

Within your floating grin

So grace me, place me

Throw me a line

[Instant K]

Pixie playing dead

Broken spells of red

Stripes spinning stars

Inside my head

Awake playing fiddle

Charm’s indefinite riddle

K to Nine rhymes

Fall squared in time

Infinite sublime

To this cat of Nine

Times nine

Nine (x 9)

So I patiently await

For that golden age

When you finally call my name to take your stage

Patiently await

For that golden age

When you finally call my name to take your stage

Slinky little feline

With your lives of Nine

You said that this go-round

Is the ultimate rhyme

I said conviction lies

Within your floating grin

So grace me, place me

Throw me a line

Slinky little feline

With your lives of Nine

You said that this go-round

Is the ultimate rhyme

Conviction lies

Within your floating grin

So grace me, place me

Throw me a line

Thanks for coming by

POEMS

The Museum
Those fantastic

Elastic

Porcelain smooth grooves

That makes me cry to the heavens

When those sculptures start to move

Those heavenly souls

Those devilish molds

Shaped from the garden’s vine

Veins filled with sweetened wine

Ancient smells secreting

From the pores of those lores

The age-old fables

We’ve perplexed and adored

Since the very moment that pure white light

Touched the pyramidic spinning prism

Of life

Animated classic portraits

Engraved and encrusted

They’ve been entrusted

With the multicolored jewels

That turns king into fool

And grant peasants chance to rule

Oh sweet things

In my dreams

It would seem

That I just can’t get enough

Of that

Crazy

Lazy

Hazy

Amsterdam heroin dose of flesh

Like a maddening parade

Down Fascination Street

Marching along

To those moon driven beats

You’ve got me spinning and grinning

Every day

At the cycle of your ways

And I’ve begun to understand

The hand that man’s been given

And it’s more than the whore

Of the one-night-flight

Into the skies

Of silky smooth thighs

It’s a locking pair

That makes everything seem rare

And a time when tea for two

Is all you need

To rid the blues

It’s when you cut your soul in half

And then you laugh

Because you’re able

To finally see the world

Through mermaid’s eyes

So if this fool

Can catch that drift

And start to loosen grips of fear

Then all the fools

Have got a chance

Just be patient

And we will hear

Gray Matters
Fortified illusions

Bring about conclusions

An itching,

Bitching

Ego tumor

Spreading dirty fingers

Waves of contortion

It always lingers

Shifting proportion

These hollow heads

Leading heavy hearts

Across the dunes

And the ruins

Steady

Heady

Dust storm blows

Cyclone devils

Pass through the mind

But time

As it is

And is not

Becomes locked

And the moment

Solidifies

And cries

For the all

That is

Will kiss

These lips

911
Who knows now

What I knew then

With this madness in the streets

Yet we journey on

Blind in the dark

Falling from the heat

I feel the message

That we must learn

It’s dripping from my lips

But I know, deep down, I won’t be heard

Until I load the clip

Survival of the fittest

What a steaming pile of shit

Which equation proves the worthy?

Just pass the joint…

And let me hit

Cuz’ I just wanna sit here

Kill some time

And have some fun

Let the politician CEO’s

Try to advertise the sun

Race for the finish

Race for the cure

Chase to catch the buck

But don’t ever look for answers

Cuz’ they just don’t give a fuck

Precisely what has happened?

I for one

Would like to know

The cage is open to the beast

And the pimps

Are out to ho

I don’t blame one government

The Army… FBI

Those dumb-fucks couldn’t catch us

With cameras planted in our eyes

And the camera’s pretty useless

With the fat man at the screen

One finger up his ass

Deciding:

Glazed, or filled with cream?

And you think that I will quake at this?

You stupid fucking pricks

You’re lucky I even pay for gas

And cartoon camel sticks

They distract us with the TV

Newspapers, schools and bars

But isn’t it my given right

To view that face on Mars?

Or are they scared of thinking

Free will and all that noise

Cuz’ all it takes is just one word

To make these people drop their toys

They’ll step out of their shiny cars

Still running on the road

And follow tunnels

To the light

Cuz’ we don’t need to crack the code

So back up off me

For just one sec

Let me drink my tea with honey

Cuz’ if your world

Means loss of soul

You can keep your fucking money

Grind
Passion glide

As reason slides

And the engine drops

Into overdrive

Corner bends

Logic ends

Flip the switch

Love’s a bitch

But I’m a pimp

So grab the gimp

And whips

And chains

Pleasure and pain

You leave me drained

And I forget

That the world exists

So brace your hips

And squeeze the grip

Sticky stamen

Pistil in my hand

Ain’t it grand

The way I stand

Survey this land

So take my hand

Tall in the garden

“Beg your pardon?”

Oh my darlin’

No need to beg…

Just lay down on the bed

And open up your legs

And if you don’t like one

Then I’ll give you the other

Not one for commitment

But I’m your lover

Anti-Matter

Hope

Scrambler
The noise of the world

Is getting too loud

Can’t hear my brain

Over the reign

Of convoluted

Political

New World Orders

Shrinking borders

The dragons are gone

So now fear the knights

Those long fought battles

Lose meaning

When there’s no moon

Hung in the night

The steel plated armor

And swords

That once protected

Are now injected

Into the ruined remains

Of your smoky veins

So

Turn the shadows up

And reality down

As the

White Noise

Fuzz

Buzz

of

Neon electric

SNAPS

Hard frequencies

Through

Grey Matter Synapses

While

Billions of pixels

Send

Not so subliminal

Time-bombs

To shape my waves

And this feeling

Got me reeling

Sickened by the spiral

Of this pyramid’s

Declining Hall

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