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DEAD LIGHT DISTRICT
The night was dark
But my visions were darker
There were so few people
Wandering the streets
It was almost like a ghost town
And I actually hoped
That I wouldn't pass
A single passerby
Whether it be a cop
With their lights
And their probing questions
And
(The worst possibility)
The checking of my pockets
Or some crack-hungry thug
With his flashing blade
And his nothingness inside
Craving anything he imagined
He could possibly take from me
Quiet, dead silence
Choked the life-giving air
Of its very own life
Streetlamps blared here and there
Others had gone black with resignation
My mind raced with dreams
Of red light and late night movie marquees
And groups of wild, nocturnal revellers
But this was dead light
And none of that was here
Not even the ghetto is interesting anymore.
- Kyle Segars
(added 02.11.10)
EXPLAINING THINGS
People have asked me often
Why I hate emos as much as I do
While others
Have often lumped me in with them
And here's why
Because you wanna know so bad
A few reasons, really:
Emos have no passion
They are the residue
That results from forty plus years of passionate subcultures
They are not to be respected as the "last hurrah"
Because it already happened
Even more than my self-destruction
(Which itself connotes at the very least
A basic, individualistic defiance)
They are evident of people getting tired of defiance
They have no fire
And, for you to say I have no fire
You haven't seen me swing a baseball bat
And I don't mean at a ball
They are the stink on the wall
Upset that they haven't been cleaned
Unknowing that they have been
No passion
The carnivals, the grindhouses, the violent shows
Whether real or imagined
Were violent because they couldn't be anything else
Nick Cave wrapping a microphone cord
Around some bitch's neck
Demanding, "Express yourself!"
The emos never felt they were cheated by culture
They felt they were cheated by a watered-down, acceptable version of "love"
And acceptance
Don't get me wrong
I felt the same way
Another reason I hate them
Was I was very similar to them
Years ago
Cutting and burning myself
Listening to the Cure and the Smiths
And I WAS a phone stalker
I never pretended to be
I WAS
I never imagined doing it
But I WAS
And, years later
I understood it was a lost cause
Pathetic, useless, only pissing on my own grave
Never mind about the last nail in the coffin
The emos idolize the behavior I once committed
As iconography
While my mere presence creeps them out
Makes them wanna
Run home
To Mommy and Daddy and church
So, yeah
These assholes, supporting a cultural vacuum
Saying they're the forgotten ones
Never to see their comfortable hypocrisy
As I boil in a room
That was made for living
As it makes me FEEL
That I wanna crush these pretentious little Top-40 pricks
With their scene-friendly, hip, passionless, unimaginative "mentality"
Fuck them
And fuck you if you can't understand that I am outnumbered
And not just some bully
Truly
Get fucked.
- Kyle Segars
(featured in the poetry forum 02.11.10)
MISOGYNISTIC WOMAN
Seeing through her eyes
Every other female
Is a slut and/or a bitch
You've got to wonder
How she sees herself
Especially because
She identifies as feminist
I haven't seen enough
Women
Pound her face
In fact, she has quite an entourage
Even if all around her
Count as commodities
Or foot soldiers
Or targets of blame
She is really a sociopathic man
And I
Am an equally misogynistic woman
Strange how much I wanted to love her
And how much she needed to hate me
- Kyle Segars
(added 02.11.10)
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A whole bunch about Kyle: "I was born in Fort Worth, TX, and I've lived in Tarrant and Johnson counties most of my life. When I was a little kid, it was discovered that I was "gifted". So the medications started when I was about 6 and steadily increased until I was about 19. I've lived with Christian Identity neo-Nazis, I've been to a nature-loving neo-hippie commune, I've lived in the country, in the 'hood, and in the suburbs. I've seen
more corners of society from a civilian point of view than most people ever will or would want to, yet I still don't feel comfortable with any of it to this day. I took myself off of pills when I was 19 because I was tired of being a zombie, puking all the time,
experiencing side effects, and getting manipulated. I had started writing as early as elementary school, and while my level of "above average" intelligence was praised, my work was generally attacked from the beginning (unless I allowed it to be toned down; ain't that always the case?). I've been through a few relationships and even an engagement. I drink a lot because I'm on Social Security and I get bored really easy. With the majority of people who know of me, I have an awful reputation that you would be disappointed by if you actually were to get to know me. Some would be surprised to know that I'm actually NOT a serial killer or some crap like that. Anyway, I've continued to write lyrics, poetry, stories, rants, etc. over the years, and they get uglier and nastier every year. I was doing some readings not too long ago under the name Vyle Kyle, but I decided that Vyle Kyle wasn't really who I was. I was just the "Red Herring" set up to make everybody think that's who I was. I now write with five different personas: Kyle Segars (the real me), Vyle Kyle, Myld Kyle, Wyld Kyle, and Kylie (the last four being consciously created and
exaggerated extensions of parts of my personality/embodiments of things I'd rather not admit to thinking about). I've been in a few bands over the years, and I'm currently involved with several projects involving noise music, as well as planning some underground films. My solo project, Cinematery, involves all five of my personas and is getting ready to release a DIY album called "Black Switchblade Blues" through Pha-Q Phonographs (a weird sort-of music label founded my friend Skot Tome and myself). Other "bands" I'm in include Kitten Felcher, Morbid Cunt Bondage, and The Dementia Project, to name only a few. I admit that my work is not exactly nice or morally wholesome, but it takes all kinds to make the world go around, eh? Besides, I have points to be made and debts to settle.
Kyle on the www:
Cinematery (myspace)
Cinematery (fuzz)
Pha-Q (myspace)
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