Beached

this is the life
the scene, the trends
following the stream
play hard until it ends

drifting with the tide
crashing like a wave
washed up and beaten
I am nothing to save

No Chance

there is no love
no dream
no chance for us to suceed

there is no oasis,
no waterfalls
no sparkly palm trees

there is no hope
no future
no you and no me

Conformity?

"Conformity?"

The cynics have doubt
in the good in humanity.
They are virtuous through self-control
and avoid the worlds vanity.

Skeptics just disbelieve
that predetermined knowledge is real.
Doubt political structure
and mass media appeal.

The dumb always follow
predetermined to be blind.
Never bother to question
or use their own mind.

Since we all do live
in a premeditated bureaucracy,
Do we use, understand
and practice democracy.

The freedoms we have,
the dumb just abuse.
The skeptics ands cynics
don't bother to use.

If the cynics dont react,
they remain pesismistic.
The skeptics have no answer
and remain a statistic.

Cynicalism and skeptism
can turn you numb.
Let the system mistreat you,
then your just like the dumb.

Stuck on the bottom,
trampled by a hierarchy of capitalists.
Since we are all not blind,
how can we let this exsist?

WHERE ARE ALL THE REBELS!
the renegades who won't conform?
Those on top of the structure,
will never change or transform.

Stuck on the bottom we stay.
Let the poor stay poor.
Let the dumb lead us away.
We all are blind in some way.



**Carina Fosse

Tarantella

infectious anguish
embedded
through my veins
spreaded

streamlined poison
onslaught
unbearable burden
overwrought

venomous demon
inserted
innocent, corrupt
converted

infectious truth
ignored
engulfed, exhausted
absorbed

siphoned emotion
drained
dizzy dance
restrained

rythmic spirit
illusion
keep on dancing
conclusion

twirling tarantella
so pure
upbeat anti-venom,
the cure

Carina Fosse


If this makes sense to anyone let me know...

May-Be

May-be

Now that the love is gone
now that we've done so much wrong
now that we can't get along
now we just seem to carry on.
I don't really know
what the hell I saw in you,
actually, I do know...
but, I doubted that it was true.

My friends saw you differently
no one could see what you may-be
but may-be,
may-not-be good enough for me.

We did have so much fun,
it really was one hell of a run
our harmony, our passion, our drive
is not dead, but it may-be done.

My friends may-be right
it may-not-be real
because I seem to love you less
when your out of sight.

I know that our love was blind
I know we can't rewind
I know that we shouldn't even try
but by my nature, I feel inclined.

I am rather happy not loving you
settling with my doubts
as truths
but, there still may-be something special about you.

Yes, it's definitely over
I need this to be done
but, I can't give you the cold shoulder
or let you feel like you have won.

I will not embrace you
I will never try to disgrace you
Though my mind will hopefully displace you
but, my heart will never erase you.

So, If you ever look behind,
keep in mind that a friend like me
may-be hard to find.

I'm here for you, if you need
I truly want you to succeed
and I do hope
someday,
you may-be what I need

for you,
your son
and for me

..........may-be


Carina Fosse