Cedric Sibley

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Cedric Sibley

“COMN SENS” in knuckles
cause it don’t stick in the brain.
Wouldn’t consider a tattoo.
Ribbons are annoying.
Idea here is to prevent more hell.
Came to this when framed reminder
by the door failed.

“COMN SENS” carved in knuckles.

Class-A F-Up, unbelievable.
So much to lose, so very confusing.
Class-A F-Up Flunky, am I.
Close calls, no sad surprises.

This way I’ll never slip.
A slip leads to full collapse.
“COMN SENS” carved in knuckles,
wise move on my behalf.
Pathetic how I make this hard.
Carve now or be carved.

Pathetic how I make this hard.
Carve now or be carved.

Class-A F-Up, unbelievable.
So much to lose, so very confusing.
Class-A F-Up Flunky, am I.
Close calls, no sad surprises.

CARVE NOW

There’s greater curvature with brighter lamps
way out, where intelligent trance, quite sure.
It’s not a shadow upon second glance,
still some doubts, these are becoming fewer.
The less guarded view affords attention.
Familiar trickle that mentions canal.
Wide, irregular works of fin pinions.
Mesmerized tonight, drifting off and how.

Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.

A mood rich clearing inside landscaped niche,
well kept, fine achievement along this route.
Reflected stars all the way to the beach.
Fish leapt, surprised at sharp, approaching mouths.
Cranking along through space-time; high exclaim.
Underpass enhanced by graffiti cloud.
Here nature left off, “Widescreen” reads the name.
Mesmerized, again drifting off and ho----w.
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.

Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.

You know it’s good when you can’t help but clap, [CLAP]
just once; choice music blares from the track mound.
Undisturbed focus, growing idea mapped.
[Musical “FUNKS” that sound good. CLAPPING begins, only if sounds good.]
No funks, kinks, glitches, snafus to be found. HA!
When here like so it’s a turn cheerier.
Very uplifting this residue style.
Sense of purpose whirls interior.
Hypnotized, drifting off, yeah, a third time.

Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Leave a special somethin’.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Leave a special somethin’.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.

RESIDUE STYLE

Jaggedness moves on totality
Mustn’t turn back
Fog thin yet I still
continue on limited senses
For the future
and one must not forget
sanity
How this ride has lost its edge
A relic will rise from this
A relic will rise from this

Leap as before
Momentary lift
This route will charge ahead unmanned;
harshly shoved aside
Must now hold focus fixed
Resolve hasn’t a neck
Fog gets thick but I cannot know
the hurdled, deafening wreck
Will a relic walk from this?
Can relics walk from this?

Must now hold focus fixed
Resolve hasn’t a neck
Fog gets thick but I cannot know
the hurdled, deafening wreck

The Path is always there

RELIC OF THE PATH


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“COMN SENS” in knuckles
cause it don’t stick in the brain.
Wouldn’t consider a tattoo.
Ribbons are annoying.
Idea here is to prevent more hell.
Came to this when framed reminder
by the door failed.

“COMN SENS” carved in knuckles.

Class-A F-Up, unbelievable.
So much to lose, so very confusing.
Class-A F-Up Flunky, am I.
Close calls, no sad surprises.

This way I’ll never slip.
A slip leads to full collapse.
“COMN SENS” carved in knuckles,
wise move on my behalf.
Pathetic how I make this hard.
Carve now or be carved.

Pathetic how I make this hard.
Carve now or be carved.

Class-A F-Up, unbelievable.
So much to lose, so very confusing.
Class-A F-Up Flunky, am I.
Close calls, no sad surprises.

CARVE NOW

There’s greater curvature with brighter lamps
way out, where intelligent trance, quite sure.
It’s not a shadow upon second glance,
still some doubts, these are becoming fewer.
The less guarded view affords attention.
Familiar trickle that mentions canal.
Wide, irregular works of fin pinions.
Mesmerized tonight, drifting off and how.

Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.

A mood rich clearing inside landscaped niche,
well kept, fine achievement along this route.
Reflected stars all the way to the beach.
Fish leapt, surprised at sharp, approaching mouths.
Cranking along through space-time; high exclaim.
Underpass enhanced by graffiti cloud.
Here nature left off, “Widescreen” reads the name.
Mesmerized, again drifting off and ho----w.
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.

Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.

You know it’s good when you can’t help but clap, [CLAP]
just once; choice music blares from the track mound.
Undisturbed focus, growing idea mapped.
[Musical “FUNKS” that sound good. CLAPPING begins, only if sounds good.]
No funks, kinks, glitches, snafus to be found. HA!
When here like so it’s a turn cheerier.
Very uplifting this residue style.
Sense of purpose whirls interior.
Hypnotized, drifting off, yeah, a third time.

Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Leave a special somethin’.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Leave a special somethin’.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.

RESIDUE STYLE

Jaggedness moves on totality
Mustn’t turn back
Fog thin yet I still
continue on limited senses
For the future
and one must not forget
sanity
How this ride has lost its edge
A relic will rise from this
A relic will rise from this

Leap as before
Momentary lift
This route will charge ahead unmanned;
harshly shoved aside
Must now hold focus fixed
Resolve hasn’t a neck
Fog gets thick but I cannot know
the hurdled, deafening wreck
Will a relic walk from this?
Can relics walk from this?

Must now hold focus fixed
Resolve hasn’t a neck
Fog gets thick but I cannot know
the hurdled, deafening wreck

The Path is always there

RELIC OF THE PATH

Leopard print, red, crossed Rorschach’s dread.
A Suck-The-Ozone-Gray smokestack beard
blasts from face and back, thick brows.
Decades rained and sunned, unclean.
Head-on, one mean garbage mirage.
Tacky, trashed furniture set camouflage.
Strong legs, folded taloned wings; having dreams
or rolling crafty eyed make-believe.
You’re close enough to come unwired.
Next will be teeth and fire.

Maybe it’ll dance for you.
Put you in a trance.
Maybe it’ll dance for you.

Maybe it’ll dance for you.
Put you in a trance.

Where grass gives up to a bad luck clearing
and trampled clay found, be steering away.
Here downed broken black trees decay.
Bright fungus eats, odors dank.
Other side a muddy stream, shallow,
thin foliage, heavy to shoots clings
and pink sunlight swells where its lain roots.
You’re stupid if keep going.
That’s only one edge of its home.
May you’re familiar with the polygons?
Vast territory, leave it there.
You don’t want to come upon…
Leopard print, red, crossed Rorschach’s dread.
A Suck-The-Ozone-Gray smokestack beard
blast from face and back, thick brows.
Decades rained and sunned, unclean.
Head-on, one mean garbage mirage.
Tacky, trashed furniture set camouflage.
Strong legs, folded taloned wings; having dreams
or rolling crafty eyed make-believe.

If you’re close enough to come unwired.
Next will be teeth and fire.

Maybe it’ll dance for you.
Put you in a trance.
Maybe it’ll dance for you.

Maybe it’ll dance for you.
Put you in a trance.

ABOUT THE DRAGON

Aw----------------e.
Harrumph, what’s with this town?
Lone slab by the far door.
As if I made no sound.
Right, this helmet adorned!
How it enchants in light.
Have you questions still?
On flat feet taken flight,
spins around, off and reels.

The odd ball aligns.
Chance sighting.
On edge of nowhere.
Oddball arrives from hiding.
Driven posts advertising awe.

Aw----------------e.
Bulbs at breaths reach are twist off.
Atmospheres tense, all unsure.
Ceiling there hacked out a loft.
Forever a foreigner.
From centerpiece she averts
and squints through, as over font.
Only touch what’s ordered, wart.
What it is you think I want?

The odd ball aligns.
Chance sighting.
On edge of nowhere.
Oddball arrives from hiding.
Driven posts advertising awe.
Aw----------------e.

The odd ball aligns.
Chance sighting.
On edge of nowhere.
Oddball arrives from hiding.
Driven posts advertising awe.

Aw----------------e.
The all too happy child of style
wore the glowing varicose coat.
Speechless maiden tilts for a while,
just stares like the other folks.
Rare exhibition for these parts.
What’s the chance tonight someone bleeds?
He sits across inside my dark.
Hey, this aura, it bothers me.

The odd ball aligns.
Chance sighting.
On edge of nowhere.
Oddball arrives from hiding.
Driven posts advertising awe.

BIZARRESTRUCK

We aint gonna kill ya, we don’t aim to scare.
No need for prayer, just enter here if you wish.
Or you can stand there twirling fear.
We’d come to you but we can’t get through.

Crumbled pavement, a struggle of grass,
underbrush, trees down to their last.
Standing water, walking shadows.
What goes on beyond the dead-end road?

We aint gonna kill ya, we don’t aim to scare.
No need for prayer, just enter here if you wish.
Or you can stand there twirling fear.
We’d come to you but we can’t get through.

Kicked a chunk of pavement, it bounced through the dirt.
Hands in my pockets, old metal t-shirt.
Walked to the woods edge, peered inside.
Movement, chills up my spine.
A creepy thing suddenly popped into view,
charismatic, far unlike me or you.
I jumped and cursed, on ugly feet it glides
and what’s worse, it replies.

We aint gonna kill ya, we don’t aim to scare.
No need for prayer, just enter here.
We hope to bond, barter, the like.
We may have something that will change your life.
We aint gonna kill ya, we don’t’ aim to scare.
No need for prayer, just enter here if you wish.
Or you can stand there twirling fear.
We’d come to you but we can’t get through.

Not long ago this dead-end road was pretty.
A slow decline into its present pitiful state.
We gave no mind until just recently
when things happened at accelerated rates.
My buddy neighbor waits on the curb.
Our new acquaintances await our return.
Me, in my garage gathering things,
the hard stuff, liquor and gasoline.
We seen this movie you malevolent cuss.
You want our souls or want to eat us.
Change of plans; rags ignite overhead.
Firebombs enrage the demons.
Draining humans, we tried being friends.
You know this isn’t the only dead-end.
It laughs loud and draws a hex in the pall.
Engulfed in fire till it’s nothing at all.

We aint gonna kill ya, we don’t aim to scare.
No need for prayer, just enter here if you wish.
Or you can stand there twirling fear.
We’d come to you but we can’t get through.

DEAD-END ROAD

Death’s scythe reaping! Life seeping!
Death’s scythe reaping! Life seeping!
Death’s scythe reaping!! Life seeping!!
Death’s scythe reaping!!! Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!

Cloak and bone
Suddenly everything he’s known
It pointed then spoke
Mr. Frog, it’s time for you to croak.
Six chimes and smoke
Whirl of silver, by its wielder he was smote

Death’s scythe reaping! Life seeping!
Death’s scythe reaping! Life seeping!
Death’s scythe reaping!! Life seeping!!
Death’s scythe reaping!!! Aaahhhhhhhh!!!

Guide ropes, giant passage of stone
So many others lined up,
echoing moans
Hooded hosts, one with bowl
the other with candle, they greeted,
each name they’ve known
The taller of the figures flicked holy residue from it’s fingers onto his coat
They stood aside and there in dim light he saw two signs nailed to a post

There was night at the end of his tunnel
There was night at the end of his tunnel

There was night at the end of his tunnel
There was night at the end of his tunnel
There was night at the end of his tunnel
There was night at the end of his tunnel
Night at the end of his tunnel
There was night at the end of his tunnel
There was night at the end of his tunnel
There was night at the end of his tunnel
There was night at the end of his tunnel
Night at the end of his tunnel

He mopes alone
Wasn’t long before he settled down
Was joined by other ghosts
They formed a band
You’d dig ‘em the most

Hmmn hmmn hmmmn hmmn hmmn hmmmn hmmn hmmn hmn hmn
Hmmn hmmn hmmmn hmmn hmmn hmmmn hmmn hmmn hmn hmn
Hmmn hmmn hmmmn hmmn hmmn hmmmn hmmn hmmn hmn hmn

THOSE HEAVY GHOSTS

I've been kidnapped
I was backpacking
A slim hand with painted fingernails is snapping in my face
He's awake, a soft voice says
Who are you, I ask, and what's that taste?
I see the empty vile
Hogtied on bear hide, growing wild, confused, scared
Women calmly standing, all so thin and fare
High fashioned hut; ropes on my ankles and wrists have been cut
I jump to my feet and guard quick, but,
but they've given me a psychotropic
What's the topic?
These doors are locked, I've got empty pockets
Eye sockets acting strange, heading for my brains, can't stop it
Led into a room with a tub, water, warm and red, so warm and red; I'm naked
Bathed by gloves, falling in love with lovely faces and their song
ABOUT A COMING TRANSFORMATION

Alone as the water drains in silence
Skin stained contemplation; I pinch myself, gently, just to feel
A moment expands and reveals, such sensation
My arms sit at either side of the tub and have a conversation
IMPS, I'm a fly on the wall and I think they saw me
IMPS, lean in close; they saw me, Aahh
IMPS, sharing jokes, telling secrets
IMPS; pale beauty rings their necks
She leads me up a stairwell
She sets me down
I'm to far gone for words
Tan curves hum with the mirror
Pale beauty slicks back my hair
Toenails and fingernails are PAINTED BLACK
Serpentine contact lenses, fine silks of regal form
Satanic jewelry, a crown of horns
MASTER, YOU ARE REBORN

I'm fxxxing pissed, in a rage
Chains and clenched fists, no flames
Made up like the devil, how insane
All they do is worship me
I'm fxxxing screaming on the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in
My recollections of yesterday crept in
upon waking to this soothing scent and softness
Disorientation then maidens
Breakfast is on the ceiling
They're all kneeling out of reach
Tallest one stands, slips it off, spins, with blushing cheeks AND SMILES
My wildest efforts as she gives herself
I pin her to the sheets
No further actions lend to the type of man I am, except for a snarl and a glare
and yet, how disarming is bare flesh
Enter, the rest of the coven
HOW THE DAY WORE ON
MOON REPLACE SUN
CHAINS UNDONE
So exhausted, but still I run

Tangled in shadows
Tripping and crashing my way through the forest
Cackling chorus, coven of witches, right
Lunatics is more like it
The wind bites this sacrilege
Who will I come upon and scare out of their wits?
Flits of wing, rapid crunching, a loud crack
SHOULD I SURVIVE
THE PROMISE OF LIGHT
A campfire, a person I do not see
Cautious, I approach slowly
A snoring form on the opposite side of the flames, rolls,
the light divulges a human frame when two eyes pop, serpentine
I know how this tree feels
On his feet now, growls and he walks proud
What does this mean that he's made up like me?
And the crown now, horned, drawn down brow, glare with a grin, seeming territorial
How can this be, how, what is happening?
It roars, I choke out a scream

FOREST DEVILS

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“COMN SENS” in knuckles
cause it don’t stick in the brain.
Wouldn’t consider a tattoo.
Ribbons are annoying.
Idea here is to prevent more hell.
Came to this when framed reminder
by the door failed.

“COMN SENS” carved in knuckles.

Class-A F-Up, unbelievable.
So much to lose, so very confusing.
Class-A F-Up Flunky, am I.
Close calls, no sad surprises.

This way I’ll never slip.
A slip leads to full collapse.
“COMN SENS” carved in knuckles,
wise move on my behalf.
Pathetic how I make this hard.
Carve now or be carved.

Pathetic how I make this hard.
Carve now or be carved.

Class-A F-Up, unbelievable.
So much to lose, so very confusing.
Class-A F-Up Flunky, am I.
Close calls, no sad surprises.

CARVE NOW

There’s greater curvature with brighter lamps
way out, where intelligent trance, quite sure.
It’s not a shadow upon second glance,
still some doubts, these are becoming fewer.
The less guarded view affords attention.
Familiar trickle that mentions canal.
Wide, irregular works of fin pinions.
Mesmerized tonight, drifting off and how.

Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.

A mood rich clearing inside landscaped niche,
well kept, fine achievement along this route.
Reflected stars all the way to the beach.
Fish leapt, surprised at sharp, approaching mouths.
Cranking along through space-time; high exclaim.
Underpass enhanced by graffiti cloud.
Here nature left off, “Widescreen” reads the name.
Mesmerized, again drifting off and ho----w.
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.

Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.

You know it’s good when you can’t help but clap, [CLAP]
just once; choice music blares from the track mound.
Undisturbed focus, growing idea mapped.
[Musical “FUNKS” that sound good. CLAPPING begins, only if sounds good.]
No funks, kinks, glitches, snafus to be found. HA!
When here like so it’s a turn cheerier.
Very uplifting this residue style.
Sense of purpose whirls interior.
Hypnotized, drifting off, yeah, a third time.

Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Leave a special somethin’.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Take as much in as you can.
Conceiver, glad to be here.
Leave a special somethin’.
Achiever, scale barriers.
Everywhere there’s inspiration.

RESIDUE STYLE

Jaggedness moves on totality
Mustn’t turn back
Fog thin yet I still
continue on limited senses
For the future
and one must not forget
sanity
How this ride has lost its edge
A relic will rise from this
A relic will rise from this

Leap as before
Momentary lift
This route will charge ahead unmanned;
harshly shoved aside
Must now hold focus fixed
Resolve hasn’t a neck
Fog gets thick but I cannot know
the hurdled, deafening wreck
Will a relic walk from this?
Can relics walk from this?

Must now hold focus fixed
Resolve hasn’t a neck
Fog gets thick but I cannot know
the hurdled, deafening wreck

The Path is always there

RELIC OF THE PATH

Leopard print, red, crossed Rorschach’s dread.
A Suck-The-Ozone-Gray smokestack beard
blasts from face and back, thick brows.
Decades rained and sunned, unclean.
Head-on, one mean garbage mirage.
Tacky, trashed furniture set camouflage.
Strong legs, folded taloned wings; having dreams
or rolling crafty eyed make-believe.
You’re close enough to come unwired.
Next will be teeth and fire.

Maybe it’ll dance for you.
Put you in a trance.
Maybe it’ll dance for you.

Maybe it’ll dance for you.
Put you in a trance.

Where grass gives up to a bad luck clearing
and trampled clay found, be steering away.
Here downed broken black trees decay.
Bright fungus eats, odors dank.
Other side a muddy stream, shallow,
thin foliage, heavy to shoots clings
and pink sunlight swells where its lain roots.
You’re stupid if keep going.
That’s only one edge of its home.
May you’re familiar with the polygons?
Vast territory, leave it there.
You don’t want to come upon…
Leopard print, red, crossed Rorschach’s dread.
A Suck-The-Ozone-Gray smokestack beard
blast from face and back, thick brows.
Decades rained and sunned, unclean.
Head-on, one mean garbage mirage.
Tacky, trashed furniture set camouflage.
Strong legs, folded taloned wings; having dreams
or rolling crafty eyed make-believe.

If you’re close enough to come unwired.
Next will be teeth and fire.

Maybe it’ll dance for you.
Put you in a trance.
Maybe it’ll dance for you.

Maybe it’ll dance for you.
Put you in a trance.

ABOUT THE DRAGON

Aw----------------e.
Harrumph, what’s with this town?
Lone slab by the far door.
As if I made no sound.
Right, this helmet adorned!
How it enchants in light.
Have you questions still?
On flat feet taken flight,
spins around, off and reels.

The odd ball aligns.
Chance sighting.
On edge of nowhere.
Oddball arrives from hiding.
Driven posts advertising awe.

Aw----------------e.
Bulbs at breaths reach are twist off.
Atmospheres tense, all unsure.
Ceiling there hacked out a loft.
Forever a foreigner.
From centerpiece she averts
and squints through, as over font.
Only touch what’s ordered, wart.
What it is you think I want?

The odd ball aligns.
Chance sighting.
On edge of nowhere.
Oddball arrives from hiding.
Driven posts advertising awe.
Aw----------------e.

The odd ball aligns.
Chance sighting.
On edge of nowhere.
Oddball arrives from hiding.
Driven posts advertising awe.

Aw----------------e.
The all too happy child of style
wore the glowing varicose coat.
Speechless maiden tilts for a while,
just stares like the other folks.
Rare exhibition for these parts.
What’s the chance tonight someone bleeds?
He sits across inside my dark.
Hey, this aura, it bothers me.

The odd ball aligns.
Chance sighting.
On edge of nowhere.
Oddball arrives from hiding.
Driven posts advertising awe.

BIZARRESTRUCK

We aint gonna kill ya, we don’t aim to scare.
No need for prayer, just enter here if you wish.
Or you can stand there twirling fear.
We’d come to you but we can’t get through.

Crumbled pavement, a struggle of grass,
underbrush, trees down to their last.
Standing water, walking shadows.
What goes on beyond the dead-end road?

We aint gonna kill ya, we don’t aim to scare.
No need for prayer, just enter here if you wish.
Or you can stand there twirling fear.
We’d come to you but we can’t get through.

Kicked a chunk of pavement, it bounced through the dirt.
Hands in my pockets, old metal t-shirt.
Walked to the woods edge, peered inside.
Movement, chills up my spine.
A creepy thing suddenly popped into view,
charismatic, far unlike me or you.
I jumped and cursed, on ugly feet it glides
and what’s worse, it replies.

We aint gonna kill ya, we don’t aim to scare.
No need for prayer, just enter here.
We hope to bond, barter, the like.
We may have something that will change your life.
We aint gonna kill ya, we don’t’ aim to scare.
No need for prayer, just enter here if you wish.
Or you can stand there twirling fear.
We’d come to you but we can’t get through.

Not long ago this dead-end road was pretty.
A slow decline into its present pitiful state.
We gave no mind until just recently
when things happened at accelerated rates.
My buddy neighbor waits on the curb.
Our new acquaintances await our return.
Me, in my garage gathering things,
the hard stuff, liquor and gasoline.
We seen this movie you malevolent cuss.
You want our souls or want to eat us.
Change of plans; rags ignite overhead.
Firebombs enrage the demons.
Draining humans, we tried being friends.
You know this isn’t the only dead-end.
It laughs loud and draws a hex in the pall.
Engulfed in fire till it’s nothing at all.

We aint gonna kill ya, we don’t aim to scare.
No need for prayer, just enter here if you wish.
Or you can stand there twirling fear.
We’d come to you but we can’t get through.

DEAD-END ROAD


About Me

Bio

Young man from United States.

CV/History

I've been writing lyrics for only a handful of years. I found in the beginning that writing lyrics was easier than writing poetry, it was the presence of music that helped me. At present I do not create music to accompany my lyrics but I will soon enough. Also thinking about becoming a singer.

Key Dates

I'm not a performer.

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