Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Stained

Stained

 

is this to me.

 Torched heart scarred soul tortured mind.

 

 Weighted shoulders supporting jagged icebergs.

 

 Root balls of pain planted in my brain seeding new weeds waiting to be pulled.

 

This is Stained to me.

Split Mirror

Silence sleeping next to me.
Laying as two and the Raven flies dividing them.
Bounding chains chiming in the wind
Plotted predetermined walls splitting Forrest.
A jest to only be told to the future as a lost dream.
A dream possible yet an impossibility confined to a dream.
A legacy evolving from a realized fate. 
A destiny already spoken but unheard and unseen.
Blind until time has told the story that was to be unfolded.
Written as riddles, bold in code
like an emphatic child
like a reservoir spilling into its reserve
like a Raven soaked in oil
Because it believed and dreamed
Because it absorbed and refrained
Because it smiled over tears
Secretly reflecting while it is deflecting
Deflecting what it wants to see
Reflecting how it shall never be.
A dream oft silenced on a pillow shared.
So easy breath forgotten, so easy hunger misplaced.
Contextual emotions greyed by defined lines at our feet.
Walking through between the shadows casted at my feet
A glimpse of now and then, now and never when.
Oil binding  feathers of flight saturated in fear.
F*?*ear to what is to become
Fear what is to lived.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Sheep

Fingers stained with tainted blood poisoned buy dirty money

Hearts ripped out buy razors lashed from steel whips,
woven with wine and whiskey laced with skins of rats

Stomachs drawn through the navels of insanity
Leaching toxic words undigested by nubby soft incisors 

Bleeding gums ingested to coat the throat for the tongue to follow down

A downward spiral into the depths of an empty stomach

Organ donor card simply reads yes please
Prosthetic legs replace phantom pains from fire
Melting flesh, burning hair unable to curb the chill air that shoots ice subcutaneously into the soul

Glass egg shells tearing feet ceasing ambulatory progress
Infinite forks lay in the road speared with brain matter of sheep

Topless three armed unix enslaved drooling acid
Lipless toothless decayed walking matter
Praying for death their only real hope

Sam 4:15


Freedom

Enslave, Exhausted

Consuming, Spending, Taxes

Money, Cradle - Grave, Dying 

Uniting, Dividing, Killing

Red tape shackles 

Slavery

Raven's Ghost


Ghost of Darragh's past

Broken hearted, Suspicious

Dealing, Spiraling, Losing

Smirking witch, Raven - Raven Serene, Skeletons rested

Conquering, Fulfilling, Loving

Free thoughts, Determined

Darragh's ghost to come

The Punisher


Frustration and anger comes on thyself.
Spoon fed twisted tongues of fate.
Promises of forever and happiness to only rest once in each other.
Arms with empty truths, eyes full with spears.
Betrayed and broken from a daemon within once again.
Dreaming of a love that which shall not lie to this broken forsaken heart.
Scarred and tattered, bruised and numb.
The pain becomes tolerable.
A normal occurrence, a normal feeling never to change until the truth of one would free me from these chains.
Locked in an inevitable lust, impossible dream of love.
Smiles camouflaging tears with a raven on my shoulder.
Whispering never more while feasting on the bloody remains of a still beating canceress mass blackened by them. 
They feel themselves, they feel not me and no nay never could feel me.
A daily flight from shoulder to my bottomless stomach to feed and protect its claim behind walls of stone and iron.
Gates locked from the outside and keys laying in the moats surrounding me.
Water of fire, hail of blood, burning up hopes and dreams fading from tablets Etched with broken finger nails and teeth.

No need for sight so the raven gorges on my eyes.
No need to journey so he boils my feet.
No need for holding another so he splurges on my hands.

Leaving my ears as to hear my own cries of pain and loss running to nowhere for comfort 

Theoretically irrelevant.

Friday, December 07, 2012

Poison

 Rests in a plastic bottle 
 Spoils dreams and ambitions that never leave the tip of the tongue
 Kills digestion of reality

like
 A wildfire hopping a highway consuming estates of the elite
 A bee fleeing from its detached stinger
 A crucifix overlooking the unfaithful

Betraying
 The sense of security led upon by the first sip


Nameless

It Hung there 
Around my collar bones grasping my heart
Fused to my bones and rusted to my heart keeping it close to my chest
Jingles from my suffocating night terrors
Strengthens, enables my backbone while strangling my heart
Spine of stone and heart of gold waiting to be melted free from these shackles of ol 

No One Of Consequence

Running fast to nowhere
I stare into myself finding emptiness
Peppered holes in a soul begging to be filled
Silenced from envy and pain
My ears take that which my shoulders carry heavy
Words fall deep down buried from all that which matters

My Raven

 Perches atop my brain's mantle. For art thou all-knowing?
 Feeds on the knowledge that is to be. Digests the evil that is within me.
 Gross submissive to a life on scene

like
 A landfill collecting the lost, unwanted, and decomposing.
 A River washing away the leaves, the dirt, and contaminants.
 A star aging to his supernova

Guarding
 Me from there in justices

My Hell

My Hell
Common, Eternal
Consuming, Twisting, Revealing
Seeded Deep Down Within
My life

My Eyes


Eyes
 Truth, Vision
 Seeing, Knowing, Looking
 Ears, Hands - Photographs, negatives 
Dimming, Confusing, Creating
 Black, Lost
 Dark room

Misplaced

Misplaced is this to me.
 A warm hand laid upon a cold shoulder
 A ricochet of sound lost through a brick alleyway 
 A lone wolf forever howling at the nights sky
This is Misplaced to me.

Mind's Mirror

The Raven stalks my heart from upon my shoulder. 
Fly's above away from the pain far from my chains. 
Sleeps in my cranium resting on a pillow of grey matter. 
like a shadow cast down from the moon onto the day's dream. 
A serpent dislocating it's jaw to swallow it's pride. 
A fire breathing dragon bathing in gasoline. 

Eating my thoughts regurgitating wisdom in the mouths of chicks.

Lips

It poured.
It cried.
It laughed.
Again it weeps.
Drained dry from salty water.
Untrusted it retracts into its cave where to dwell is its dwelling.

Darkness blackens shadows.
Minutes become days.The pain numbs head to toe,
forever to walk on burning coals.

Wishing not to go through this again
Wishing the pain to be rid of this shell.
To lock myself in my own minds attic
Swallowing the dulled key and Removing my hands while sleeping on a bed of earwigs.

Useless, worn, and no longer.
my heart confounded, weakened.
Still, tis my heart.

Just A Mile

My shoes
Imprinted with heels blistered
Wandering searching for serenity
A time of loss and lost
Sight was taken, trust was taken.

Indifference

Raven

Protective, Digestive

Intoxicating, Reverberating, Reconstituting

Heart, Dark - Dollars, Debt

Following, Begging, Praying

Misinformed, Disillusioned

Sheep

Good vs. Evil

I pause briefly in certainty, a realization like when we sit as children under the christmas tree awaiting the opening of presents set down by our loved ones.

Never to be disappointed by the memories to be unwrapped. so you gasp as you tare open the wrapped gift while your heart pauses in excitement.

Good people will gasp every time love strikes us but its the evil people that will disappoint us time and time again. yet we keep opening the packages. 
They will give us just enough to wonder if the next one will be better so we stick around. like caesar giving his people just enough to have to remain under his rule.

Evil will blind us, harm us, and twist our minds into believing what we have is good enough. 
They are so involved in creating the lie that makes them that they self consciously cannot trust themselves which leads to the eventual distrust of us. 

Like the user that will steal from their mother for a fix, a thief posing as security
Like a snake playing dead to catch a meal.
Like water off a ducks back, we let it go hoping that it will get better but our feet under the surface of the water tells a different story. 
To go against every instinct to react, to rebut and fight back only causes inevitable pain. the signs are there if we choose to see them and hopefully detour from the manipulation. 
their evil plans is long term. its just the way they are and how they work. 
My answer is chaos. disrupt their order, their plans by not giving in to their demands.
What we do naturally will instill a fear of uncontrolled power set aside Bit by bit daily by them to break us down over time. 
They may not be to blame specifically but the world has no place for those liars, cheats and thieves.
For every one of them, there are 4 good people and we control who we socialize with.

Some would say, i never saw it coming but if you really look at it you would. that why you always see it after the fact.

I breathe again inn my sudden moment of clarity. 
Like the surreal, technicolored day of an eclipse
Like a polished pearl for the first time things just look better.

Walking is easier
Laughing is greater. 
The pain doesn't hurt as much and my heart slowly refills with the misplaced trust previously rented to evil.
True memories return among shining rays of sun and new rain cleanses the depression that manifested from stagnant infestations of false maternities.

The trees are taller and greener
The stars are bigger and  brighter
Mistaken love becomes forsaken hugs.
People are friendlier and you no longer want to kick the neighbors dog for barking 5 hours straight.
Concerns have become small and goals and dreams are now larger than life itself.
I see now that it is not evil people and good people but evil and good in people and the choice we each make to live with.
I used, harmed, and danced with death and it turns out that it is not worth the pain that follows.

Glenn Raven

Early morning breaks light with the nights snow dusting of my mind
Walking from my alley leaving the first foot prints in a new path
Distant pathways come to meet in the center, a clearing covered by fresh snow that has lined
Lined the ground, shrubs, trees, and mounds with innocence awaiting the wrath
Wrath that is to be battles fought, lost and won

 

This is where I come from

 

From above a Raven circles me, taunts me, gawks at me
Distracting as I stumble over trouble and struggle with rumbles
The Raven lands upon my shoulder tapping on me, I ask him to show me
Peering at me with a gaze simply fearsome

 

This is where I come from

 

The chilled air taunted by the warmth of my breath as the blue kisses my cheek
I break the cover of my alleyway and step erect into the clearing
Grey tone vision my eyes entrust in what little sight I peek
A few more steps to my surprise I find snow gets dirty, fearing
Fearing my life to begin

 

This is where I have been

 

Walking forward while remembering back of those first steps
Looked down upon, spoken and frowned upon
Lessons learned of love while my guard rests
Looking for that special someone to lean on
Lean on a shoulder in sin

 

This is where I have been

 

Strangers emerge and friends are lost while family grows
My hearts walls are built and protected strong, everlasting
So I choose to walk alone over and around dirty snow
But only love breaks hearts, this I am mastering
Mastering patience as the Raven taps

 

This is where I am at

 

Dirty snow even so the Raven will not go
I step for thee so he can see my feet for me
My path for me he wraps for me to guide as he rides and my heart slows
Cautious as I be, it is me the Raven taps

 

This is where I am at

 

 Showing me and pulling me to the light that is to glow
Waiting for a smile, a laugh, no more denial
To pass the dirty snow, the battles, only one place to go
Going to clean fresh snow where my heart can grow

 

This is where I want to go

 

To slumber and protect her and the Raven he will part
Tapping from the Raven I shalt not feel
As one her and I can make a start
Starting new light to shine so bright so that I may show

 

This is where I will go.

Fractured

Fractured is this to me.

 Two halves erupt with exponential disputes of wants versus need 
like god versus science. 

 Sixth sense split seeking sight 
like a caterpillar spinning it's cocoon in September. 

 Balancing on my wall tipped either way by vertigo. 
This is Fractured to me.

Forged Wit

Rests on my sharpened tongue begging to strike
 Slashes their minds throat drowning their hearts cries
 Thrusts into the sheep's sub-conscious night

like...
 A pen writing a declaration of war
 A gavel sealing their fate stamped in their blood
 A wrist watch frozen in 1945
Reminding...
 Fate is not reality

Foggy Dew

I walk through my mind wandering blindly about
Fog consuming a plethora of thoughts of sin

Repetitive pixels bitten by mosquitoes
Draining comprehension and dreams

Mouth defecating nonsense while brain compacting self recompense 
Blood flows slow, heart beats lesser, and breath detours life sneaking conversation with sleep 

Flirtatious notions of freedom and light i would be able to see again 
No more randomness, confusion, worries and fractures put on others 

Then i awake to my own darkness of the day.

Earwig

This is my Earwig


I wonder if she wonders if I wonder
Do I pain her as much as she pains me?
Does she wake up wanting to silence me.
Does she fall asleep thankful I am no longer there.

I wander in my mind as I walk in my sleep.
I look for the unseen as its untold.

A bear in his den until Spring.
A Butterfly waiting to cause an effect.
A poet writing an end. 
An end writing the poet.

I wander into my sleep.
 I awake in to the untold.

My visions my thoughts.
My dreams my memories.
Its meal, its feast.
It feasts on my mind.

My Earwig.

Dissolve

Waking up I am saturated with life
Wash me away like mouthwash killing bacteria and spat onto where my sidewalk ends.
Dry up and flake away 

Like a drop of blood spilled red under Ra who stares down intently.
Like 100 units of Novolog injected into the   fatty tissue flowing throughout subcutaneously.
Like our economy spent by our government on button pushers heading down on the elevator with no lobby frivolously.

Great empire walls long lost to time and tourists begging for one last snapshot.
Culturally shocked in awe slaps our jaw spitting awe shocking cultures.
Crucified by tagged labels held together with palms of bandages and fingers of sutures.
Uprisings waiting for the next downfall until I collapse.
Struggle til I burn out.
Til my light goes out.
Til my back gives out.
Stumble til I can walk straight.
Mumble til I can talk straight.
Fumble til you can take.
An unbalanced B flat jumping through me parting particles in a symphony orchestrated by hope.

Conditionally unconditional.
Desperately impatient.
Dissonance dissolving.

Demon

Hindering, Haunting

 

Unbecoming, Killing, Unwilling

 

Hell, Darkness - Clipped wings, Bandaged eyes

Protecting, Killing, Watching

Fallen, Restless

Angel

Death of Death

Because he torments me. 
Because she manipulates me.
Because he steals family.
Because she takes friends.
Because they lie.
I killed death.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Darragh's Trust

Darragh

Rests impaled on the pikes of the heart thieves. 
Walks from beside myself to greet my soul.
Lays at your feet trusting gentle foot fall.

Like
A cheap oriental rug bare to dirty feet. 
Scorned raven feathers plucked for nests of doves. 
A wounded heart with a dagger stuck in it's back. 
Preaching hypocritical words of wisdom. 

Melding mind and heart as one. envisioned

Dark Minded

It hung there 
Over my heart like a noose over a psychopathic murderers neck.
Decorating the halls of truth with flesh from liars.
Feeding my eyes with obscurities.
Fills my ears with jagged wire q-tips.
Razor teeth biting through leather cheeks.

Under My Thumb

I am stuck in my own mind
A box with a circle top

Eyes with no pigment
Scales with no flesh

Existence is beyond temporary future but falls short of eternity

The bindings of time held with faded yellowed glue. indented print on worn pages in the beginning fading to nothingness at the end

Faces blur, colors dull, and i am left with everything and nothing in one speck 
Then my mind  explodes again and the books pages are reprinted on reborn paper

Dabbling in a new era. billions of generations sit on the thumb that turns time to the next page.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Deliver Me

Steering a unicycle with a flat tire and one pedal heading towards a Speed bump testing facility

It's not easy but the B-Side takes over and reason becomes a wet napkin saturated with my tears

Silicones shooting daggers because they can't throw daggers so i Kiss my reason and she tells me everything will be ok

So i compound compounding fractures of my mind and grow over The wounds of incompetence of black rats and wait for the white Ones to carry me away

REINCARNATION

I thank you by smashing your dishes at your feet
Termites oozing up through the floor boards gasping for liquid air

Splintered meals given to them by birds feasting on their shell of life
Teasing homage with death. truth

Neutralize neuron stimulations
Fate determined by an 8 ball shaken not stirred

Dipsticks and flash sticks comprised of poison

Rambling run ons ramble in a pint cup of whiskey with promises flowers around Your neck but its too tight
Lines drawn on the legs of dames 

Printing and pressing cartridges which end their better counterparts cry of domination

Freedom dropping disinformation from bombs falling through the fog
Stained with the scent of nothing 

Hail the silenced evil no more bunker blues served with cyanide flavored sweet tarts

Jungles of green and subterranean lairs
Separated by the water that feeds them only to be conquered by freedom once again 

Falling fire balls torching backs of babes
Kneeling for cover with no breath left

Digging for hope praying for nothing to give faith

Burning away into ash covering the decks of cats 

Treading on the treads suffocating any hope of reincarnation

I continue

I continue. I push on
I wake even though I'd rather not, I eat even though I don't hunger

I smile, it's not me
I laugh, it's at you

Teeth prowling for a wise word to sharpen its habit with
A step down on the rest of beings being humane at each other not with each other 

Sitting politic in the steel belly of the cole 
Ghosts of fallen heroes that humanity can't seem to understand 

A destiny that no one wants to admit so he'll hold that blanket till he dies of a stroke 
Crippling his hands no longer being able to hold white cotton dreams 

Cutting his thumb suckling to the bone exposing stainless steel digitus-manus
Self mutilate to cut out the pain, the pain driving unfilled cavities. thirsting for more but no one wants to give up the lucky 

So they reserve and hold back putting up Hadrian. only no one is around to Guard the wicked 

Ogres trample with fist thumping chests. stringy hair that is dead and creeps Around like cotton spider webs. impounded souls repo'd by Baal Zebub himself, Fallen from a gate that was never open to begin with

Where The Wild Things Are

Cooking fat to feed the institutionalized
Arms hinged by arms healing nerves of the concerned
No thought of consequence of falling up town brothers 

Wolves dangling slices of trickery in the mouths of pups
Pulling us deeper and deeper into the den with no light
Igniting imagination of a construct resetting minds to infancy 
Departing youth, revisiting nothing briefly

Awakening stupefied to a truth, not the truth but a truth 
No longer in need but want. stinging tastes numbed to the nerve
Questions of vulgarities and demonic undertones unanswerable by age
Traveling my machine of time that is my mind  to a land of wild things

Safe once again

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Transparent Mirror

Light draining time, energy
Beyond exhaustion needing breath

My words are an addicts drug

These lines are bold with power and relativity
Thumbing through my pages of colors you search for the best lines to digest. 

Starving for further cravings untouched by another. frozen lightning.
Looking to set times shadow in concrete when out of nowhere a root breaks Through at your feet

Curious you get down to investigate. nervous and anxious to see this freak of Nature growing through the fibers of mainstream

Peering out into the distance at passing by pedestrians. giants.
Stomping around you with force, dust flying, wheels rushing past by. 
Realizing you are staring at yourself through a mirror of time.

Awakening

I fumble out of bed stubbing my toes on the corners of insanity that plagued the dream before 

Wiping the goo of terror from my eyes that are anything but useful

Brewing energy in a pot heated from the ground up 
sipping from time to time hoping for a reason to evolve 

My mind see's what it wants to, my heart see's much darker. my ears hear your color that refracts through my head like light through a crystal 

And its not even light out yet or is it not morning yet?

Sitting on a block built from product and dreams of wealth once again, i cannot but help feel the loss of the future to come

Flicking away the irritants of stress and brown
I feel a little like green today

Game understands the harvester of wolves coming together in cadence

Quantum Enygmas

My thoughts are clustered, scrambled, and inconceivable. evil to the point Loki wouldn't try to take me away. 

The reaper has tried and failed. sin doesn't begin to explain the fury my mind portrays into my reality. twisting streamlined goodness into predetermined lines that don't quite fly straight.

Thoughts squeal deep within like a loose fan belt. recollecting images as touch comes to surface instantly providing truth. let it be told.

Let it be told the valley of the blind can't see hatred. would you take candy from a baby?
Why take innocence?

I sit behind hell's gate with the devil as my cell mate. 
The method to madness is understanding that madness has no order. having two thoughts in the same instance with two different outcomes bordering on the fence of sanity held up by the backs of the weak, tired, hungry, and poor. a brain with no segue, no intermittence and no washer fluid. scraping away the crust of life flicking it into eternity. sneakers with more traction than a recent paraplegic that was hit by a bus full of asian gamblers picxing on their newly acquired iPhones. 

Pick a line out of my notebook and sniff it but leave the ink in your brain causing stroking explosions deafening your affliction. 

A pilot stove lit wit hydrogen stoking a flame of blue heat melding together two pennies and rubber souls.

Take what is pure from my rib and gnaw off purity digesting the new sin of Liberty.
Only to be interrupted by a bomb shell raised in a sheltered canopy. 

So my thoughts start over again…

Take A Breath

MY MIND IS RACING ON AN INFORMATION SUPER HIGHWAY TRAFFIC JAM 
THOUGHTS RUNNING ON FIRE AND ENGINE NO. 9 IS NO WHERE TO BE FOUND 

I STOP DROP AND ROLL ONLY TO CATCH MY CLOUDS ON FIRE 
INCINERATING DREAMS THAT WHICH SPAWN A FOREVER LASTING CIRCLE OF DELUSION

RAIN OF FIRE AND ICE PELT MY BRAIN INTO SUBMISSION
TINGLING SENSATIONS OF NUMBNESS DULL THE PAIN

STARVED FOR INTENT ONCE AGAIN
THE COOL CALM NORMAL THOUGHTS RETURN TO SAVE THE MOMENT

A Feather Lost

YOU CONVERSE WITH THE TRUMPET OF YOUR BOWELS WHERE AS REAL PEOPLE SPEAK THROUGH A SYMPHONY OF THE BRAIN. 
YOUR CONVERGENCE OF SPEWING CATERPILLARS LOSE THEIR WINGS THAT GET TATTOOED ON THE ASSES OF YOUNGS.
THE BULLDOG IS SHED BY HIS PEACOCK AND FLASHES POSSIBILITIES. 
CHOKING SLOWLY ON THE HANDS OF FOOD POISONED THROUGH TIME DILUTED WITH DECENCY. 
THE DOG LISTENS. CATCHES EVERY TEAR WITH INTENT AND PURPOSE.
LOYAL TO THE GAME WILL NEVER COWER IN TIME OF NEED.
UNCONDITIONAL.

Demons

To put on my eyes would require more than heart and soul. 
Maybe a lack of really but i am capable of love this i know. 
Growing up they blip in every once in a while like broken film  missing a frame replaced with truth. 

I remember the first one very well. fuzzy, dark in color like a raven with tucked back wings. always had a smile but never spoke, that was up to me. 
it didn't have a name or goal but when wrong came about, so did it. 

Milk money never lasted as long as we wish especially when others wish it be theirs. 
Sense and cents stolen right from my pocket where i thought my heart was safe but i was wrong. i moved that up to my sleeve haste-fully. this particular demon arrived shortly after the thugs took my nutrition and and showed me the way of life, that there will always be someone willing to harm and profit from your pain or vulnerability. 
I sought to make a dent in this way of life and the demon guided me in a way. stealing the stolen bread from the evil that existed made me feel better because if i was doing the stealing from them then other good people must have thought the same. i know some that have tried and forfeited their life for just that cause. it was a war that waged on until temptation arose along with a new demon. 

Black with a sheen of blood red highlighting its wing tips and muscles. a real sinister smirk constantly but this one also did not speak. it was just there all the time with the aged demon steadily pacing the rear. this one however, had a little more showmanship. this one would tempt me in other ways the other demon could not. plucking the fortunes of descents swiftly and secretly. sharpened instruments curves like the beauty of the female body just asking to be lifted. then the disciples saw this talent and offered riches for them. i never had to worry about my milk being dry again.

Once this demon grew old, another one was born. this one was dark, very dark. so black that when you looked at it you saw nothing but when you took your eyes off, a shadow infested your peripheral.
This one had no voice but that of a conscious. glowing hatred and evil. willing to do what it took to accomplish what it was intended for, pain and erasing pages from books. 
It was no longer temptation but a way. it is just the way it is now was the ora of this demon. you became the pack leader amongst a pack of hungry wolves. teeth aching for the next numbness, the next hunt. running until exhausted only to run that much further to scavenge. pack mates would sometimes challenge but the last thing you need is weakness. a wall goes up permanently and blood becomes nothing but a lost soaked sample of what was to become of resistance. like a bear trap snapping off a foot, masculinity was a must. 
when one day, as fast as they showed up, another demon comes to light and temporarily frightens off the others. what could be so much worse you ask yourself, this one is pure pain and sorrow, guilt and hatred all wrapped into one ghostly fog of repentance. like what you feel when kinship is threatened or taken from you. one moment you are sitting politic with your demons and then in a split second a wolf is tamed and prepared for nothingness. caressing and licking his wounds until life is drained from eyes filled with pain that you just want to take away from him. absorb it into you. so you howl until you are breathless and the moon sets out of view. shattered life in a second and this page becomes eternity. a pain that will last as long as you. until reason comes around telling you everything will be ok. only thoughts that are true are that of nothingness. empty, dissolve into darkness. sleep indefinitely.
now the reasoning for the other demons was quite evident but they return and linger around constantly tempting and provoking you. resistance is not always there and weakness comes fourth but you deal with it. one page at a time.   

Buffering

Buffering is this to me.
 Handshakes of trust and hugs of lust
 Sector zero Schering memories and proclivities
 Upgrading friends, control S. Updating enemies, alt control delete.
This is Buffering to me.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Cleanse Me

The rain will come one day
To wash away the decay from my heart
Needing to break out of my chest
It claws, ripping and tearing through my flesh

Needing light, sight
Insight which manifests from my minds sight
Transforming, energy evolved
Spreading away and thin fading into darkness

Desire not which thy seek
But to desire that which thy reap
My heart tires of weeping, tires from pain
Heavy and sinking that which i built to keep afloat

Never to forget my hearts memory stored on the backs of broken dreams

A feeling controlled only to be set free 
Released by you, a love to be
Patterns sewn together by stitches of silk
Our seamstress flawless and seamless design

Like two fabrics of time on a single plane

A heart seen through
As our keys pass through.

Tuesday, August 07, 2012

Between The Distance

patterns emerging from the past
A past that would never last.
Forever as one  we swore to be
But she chose drugs and alcohol over me.

Remembering a reminder which that lays upon my breast.
Tis not her but a tattoo that caresses my chest.
Wherefore art thou Juliet?
Dancing and singing her own minuet 

Resurfacing pain from her new found life
Refurbishing her subconscious spite

But tis happiness that protrudes her skin
Heart internalized where its safe and so it begins
On the waves of an ocean tween two vessels
Overtaken by the wake of colliding forces
Peaceful slumber could not find me fast enough
Enough says my Raven, your journey has been rough

He rests his weary wings on my bow
A silent gaze seeks the truth of how
How is that I always find you he asks now
Now I am silent gazing through him

Weren't you ready? Didn't you see it begin?
You wretched flying rodent I proclaim
I was happy, happy til you flew back into my brain
My reminding past my perceiving future I shall oust you

Don't you see? I'm inside you
You couldn't rid me even if you tried to
Leave me alone you fowl bird I was happy being without you
I shalt not be alone though so I guess you can stick around for a few

Thats right, I've taught you and helped you.
But I also can hurt you and destroy you

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

A lifetime In An Instant

I MISS THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE AND THE FEEL OF YOUR TOUCH
MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF.

I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL LOST AS MUCH
WITH THE THOUGHT OF BEING BY MYSELF.

AWAKENING IN THE FIELDS OF SPRING IN A DREAM WITH YOU
TAKES ME TO A PLACE UNFORESEEN, A STORY UNTOLD

BEYOND A LIFETIME IN AN INSTANT.

I LOOK UP TO THE MOON AND WONDER WHY
HE CAN'T BE WITH THE SUN AND WORRY FOR THE STARS

SO  I DRY MY EYES WITH MY SLEEVE 
THAT MOISTENS MY HEART, NOT TO CRY.

MY WORDS SILENCED BY MY LIPS TASTING A DREAM NEVER TO WAKEN FROM
TO ONLY LIVE FOR YOUR INSTANT AND MY LIFETIME.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

They're Damage

You came from a far
closer than I thought
you never really saw me
you left me to rot


Now I've moved on
moved on from you
there's nothing you can say nothing you can do

I lost my mind when
you lost your place
no longer will you be 
able to hold my face


Now I've moved on
moved on from you
there's nothing you can say nothing you can do

I moved to a prison 
the prison of my mind
My own self destruction in
my crimson blind


Now I've moved on
moved on from you
there's nothing you can say nothing you can do

She came from the dark
Holding her heart
I was an open book but you were closed to me
you didn't do your part

Now I've moved on
moved on from you
there's nothing you can say nothing you can do

The River's Edge

I'm standing at the Rivers edge
And the shadow is creeping up behind me
A spike, a steak, a driven wedge
It consumes the people that flee

I'm standing with the people at the Rivers edge
They drown alone fleeing the shadow
The shadow that creeps up behind me
As they jump in fear from the Rivers edge

Mother Nature what have we done
No longer can we run from the shadow
Why can't we brave it as one
Its to dark here in the shadow

Wont you take me with you far away
Away from this shadow away from the Rivers edge
On this edge in the shadow together we cant stay
Hand in hand together we can leap from this Rivers edge

Mother Mother hold us together
And together we can leave the shadow
Its the light within that lasts forever
As we lay you down to sleep in our shadow