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 Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:33 pm
The Silence And The Silent
All of you.
(All of the silence sounds the same.)
Do you ever wonder where the end of the blowing wind goes,
like all in time it must die.
Fading out in a cold draft,
nothing will remain but the chill.
Memories sometimes fade.
We think they're lies,
now we're so far gone from our last moment in light.
Death is what we call disbelief,
awe and misery all wrapped up like a gift to receive.
There is a two-fold crime in our life,
like the silence it echos in our head.
Truth and lies.
(All of the silence will fall from with in.)
Walk where the shade has fallen,
it holds much more weight when all falls from grace.
Hold up the pillars,
That epic struggle with in.
No shelter in life.
Dueling nature converse in love and crime.
(All of the silence will sin.)
From words of the silent, the damned.
No glorious miracle will be given from the voice of God at our end.
This is when all you tried for just dies,
no more wrong or right.
So much wickedness.
The silent can't console you in grief,
no words can bring it all back.
Nightfall could not come soon enough,
let all our love in light take a moment in peace as the darkness comes to be.
From all we know this time we just die,
a moment of grace was when our eyes laid back, let memories dance in mind.
(All of the silence sounds the same.)
The love was lost,
torn,
beaten back from all dreams,
all the world we can't see is gone.
Our heart - Ice
Sorrow has painted everything black,
sipping on agony one shot at a time.
Let all we hold dear die with nothing.
Our soul - Darkness
Leave no grand legacy behind,
all we know was corrupted from our creators hand.
Our mind - Corrupt
(All of the silence sounds the same.)
All the silent speak to us wicked.
All of them speak in laughter.
Silent polite stinging lies.
(All of the silence sounds the same.)
Trapped in this firestorm of sin,
another one has fallen craving attention and sorrow,
all was left behind when you fell silent in your lies.
Just look to the future of life,
bleak and spiraling down this never ending abyss of silence.
Trapped.
Trapped under the whispers within.
All this silence sounds the same.
The silent hold no sin.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:34 pm
The Digging Of A Grave In The Sands Of The Sun
My hands shake with a fatal force of spilling brethren blood on this forsaken day.
Look at me when I speak, I am no traitor to you all I fight for our freedom, trying to save a heritage buried under infamy and hate.
I can see in the blowing wind that what I perceive to be right and wrong, is dealt out with a lack of conviction, no soul.
Leave a solemn grace, whisper it please just to send them safely to the edge of atonement.
A faded image, a flag burning for something more than pipe dreams.
There is no sound to relieve that 7.62 round.
Give it sometime, soon you'll see we'll walk just fine.
A shovel, a spade to the heart of our beloved home.
Digging a grave in the sun.
The sands still burn and shift. - Petty martyrdom is still suicide.
I will never give up this fight. - Sing to me of beautiful Arabian nights.
Warmth in the mind, soon peace will rise from the brine. An ocean away they've come to save.
Still soon to believe that I will die before I see the reconstruction of everything I believe.
Forget the past and all collateral damage, desperate measures are needed to cauterize this infected wound, let Allah's eyes burn back, shrivel up and die.
He has forsaken us like the God we pray to so obediently.
A faith so broken and misconstrued to the point of beheading.
There is no scent to mask the scorched flesh of my people.
Pillars of black smoke protrude heaven side.
I hope the angels can breathe in what I have breathed.
I hope the demons below weep a sadness that will quench the eyes of all fallen martyrs.
Lies spoken to them from silver tongues and parched pressed lips.
Grandeur is a veil pulled over bleeding throats, a carmine hue to match a life time of foreign footsteps on the backs of the children we love.
If we are to ascend we must first rise to our feet.
Jesus walked on water. A gift granted to a fabled martyr.
Parlor tricks in a book of cryptic backwards stories. I deliver you, the head of my mother, lets see if you still speak to me in sympathies.
An ultimate sacrifice you'll never know.
Call it christening for the love of God.
I call it animistic clawing at the walls of reasoning.
Spare beliefs the knowledge they're nothing but phantom lies.
The sun burns so hot here.
The sands worship the heat and relish in the blistering waves which you classify as defeat
Like a warren we're trapped.
Like the sun we're nothing but a burning star ready to explode.
Like the other faces we know, soon enough we all fade into the sands, burning ever so lovingly.
Like the end of a story we think we know, the fiction is in the mind not the soul.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:35 pm
A Fire! A Knife! A Black Crows Call!
Mockery...
Ripping through the daily paper clad in white columns filled with black tar like the words spoken from a corrupted witnesses alibi.
A cut a sharp slice to the right, crimson spilling through the seeping lies spread at dawns first light.
Society has fed us crow, just little slips of neurotic toxins and overrated depression medication.
Are we willing to set aside that looming sadness inside? Oh god why did that child die?
Powdered faces of security just skeletons fishing for and selling our own torments back to us.
Static smack that T.V. maybe despite the scrambling feet below us we can stop and see through the god damn crimes.
Mockery...
Wretched violence exploding just to get away...
Chasing a fable that we will be saved...
A knife that slices away putrefaction, a crumbling leper takes his final bow.
Black crows call, feeding us worms and wires.
Forever sealing our home deep in a hole, feeding on what feeds on us.
A continuous scream that causes nothing but contortion of our own failures.
Mockery...
Love and passion are misplaced, confused and rerouted into a ses-pool of lusting convulsions.
Hold the hand of someone close to you, despite that lingering taste on your lips, just hold on tight and prepare for the impact.
Black suits, red and blue ties all mean nothing in a gathering of liars.
You're ideals are based off nothing but self need.
Snake oil peddlers have worked our senses, just splitting us between the legs like a diseased whore in the dark.
Whatever becomes of me and you will be nothing compared to what the future will chew.
Encroaching waste of time, I hear the sky call out every night.
A pen struck ink on the back of a man broken by a lack of dreams.
The constitution torn and tossed aside, paper confetti just to celebrate the vanity inside reason.
Inspired to be something else?
Easy said than done, yet...
This is just a mockery of our life.
A fire! Oh how it burns desire.
A knife! Oh how it divides our empire.
A black crow calling! He harks a warning that we are all damned to repeat our misguided senses.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:36 pm
The Departed Future
Steal my shadow, oh please cut these polymer strings that bind it to me.
A wicked man built on his wicked deeds.
Calling voice of reason and beauty, distance is the bastion of my shining light.
Like a journey through Hell I will fight for her light like Dante Alighieri and Beatrice, I will be content descending just for a happy ending.
Look into the mirror and see a crooked smile, freezing over frost as my eyes glow.
A tear? No.
Breathless I stand a man, a hand reaching for happiness yet the chains know just how to compile like the sands, sinking deeper into the darkness my thoughts faltered.
Smile for me? My little innocent birdy.
Sing for me? An angels harp need not play.
For me? That fire I feel inside you grows, warming with out lay.
I can see it in your eyes? A thousand miles of just wanting you by my side.
A single word can describe it but do I dare speak it?
Time will tell if this angel can save me from the depths, I'm reaching for her saving grace.
Porcelain beauty of her face, soft coy words filled with passion, or so I am imagine.
It's that question again? Do I shut my mouth before I give up too much of myself this day?
Everything's in a cryptic code with me, covered up by meaningless paranoia, not deceit.
I've made my choice, throw down the hidden aces, no more conventional boarders to my paradise, I will earn everything, I swear.
Delve into cliches.
Each one holds some form of truth.
It's that question again? Do I give it all I got?
Toss aside useless restrictions, damn right I will die for a moment, just a moment to bask in her beauty, even men fear the encroaching darkness some nights.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:37 pm
Laurels...
A phantom hand to brush away the hair from your face, a soft touch fearful you might break.
My fingers know no music yet they seem to dance in the air.
Searching for a feeling, a melody woven through the silence in the cool absence.
God wept on day seven for what he had done, given us away to the wolves as prey.
A battlefield a sun apart, I fell upon my sword once before.
A wound so deep I felt my heartstrings come undone by grace not harm.
Upon your head I place a grass crown, woven together from the blood in my veins, the ice you melted away and the love I felt save.
I drop my weapons, I render myself defenseless.
No one can take a martyr from his cause, I would die for you a thousand times, just to be seen once in your eyes.
A smile is all I need, a simple gesture that in time will prove to be my guiding light.
My life is far from blank, parchment soaked black with ash.
My muse, my lovely muse.
Your face pale and true as if you were created from the hands of an artist who knew what true beauty becomes.
The secret in it all is that we were meant to survive through this tragic down fall.
Guardians stand triumphant and tall, protective in a world built on moral corruption and lustful sin.
I am just a man in the presence of your divinity.
See me as worthy and share yourself with me.
Need not your flesh or the bounty of your loins.
Just the soft security of your voice.
Chivalry has not died, I will woo you with all my might.
Building up inside of me, these toxic poisons that beguile what I perceive.
Yet one thing with absolute vindication I will care for you and love you until you decide to turn the page and leave me in the remnants of day.
My goddess I bow at your feet a humble servant to your righteous decree.
Bestow upon me your laurels so that I might have the chance to someday reach...
Reach which has always escaped me.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:38 pm
The Silver Clouds Of Tomorrows Rain
Melancholy, my favorite of names to describe that which haunts me, lingering voices in the cool breeze, calling.
An imminent hope that this fabled silver lining is at the end of this encroaching storm.
Thunder crashes, I can hear it in the distant squall.
Yet... Fear cannot be found, through the twisting trees and the love colored petals... It reminds me.
Reminds me that this is nothing more than the wind, an angels kiss sent with the scent of ocean brine, so far away, yet I can taste it on my lips.
In such dark times, the world continues on making beauty come to life.
A man can change the face of the world... Yet it takes two to make something of it.
Hollow faces pass us by, meaning nothing to us yet somewhere deep inside you know they're loved by someone, a tear would shed if they died.
Like the rain we all fall from grace, reaching for one another just to embrace.
Yet when all is said and done, we come together lost at sea... Searching the horizon for that face we long to believe is looking back searching for the same thing.
Restless... I turn at night I lay alone with nothing but emotions.
Tragic is a word becoming more apparent with every passing moment.
An epic solution is at hand, I just wish to clasp it once again.
Yet I pause for a moment trying to make sense of the encroaching storm... In the order of things we live and die, this is absolute.
My notion of a legacy has died, this is just a fiction created by fictitious minds.
Leaving behind a child, a work of art, whichever it may be is different for each human being.
It will, they will all return to dust.
Blowing back the tragedies which has so sullenly become a fabled silver lining.
I can hear the soft pattering, the scraping of a ball perhaps?
A smile upon an innocent face, unstained by the turmoils of the world, yet stained with the strong taste of juice.
Little did they know the perfect storm has come to take them away.
Play child, play like today is your last day.
Love like you've never loved before.
Cry before it's too late... Yet you try... Nothing comes out by the sands of time, washing down the scars of your face.
An hourglass tilted to one side, streamlining memories at a slower pace...
Yet the happy ones seem to happen so quickly, in this state of gray.
I can see the storm coming, that silver lining has shifted.
It was nothing more than the suns protecting gaze...
I guess I've given all that I have gave.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:39 pm
The Senescence Of A Man
In silence does one really degrade into nothingness?
Does the expansive darkness of the universe hold the key to eternal peace?
A restless soul dreams of a somber sleep, a withering man becomes statuesque as he speaks.
I am what I am, degrading from a lack of need.
What is one to do when the entire world has moved on but you?
Flipping through photographs that don't exist, as if your entire existence was forgotten.
A Renaissance will never occur until one is truly wanted.
Morose smiles adore the faces of loved ones, crass with a failed humor, senses fail and hands close, pulling away.
The senescence of a man.
A life that bore no meaning until his end.
The quintessence that fabricates what mends.
A life that has opened your eyes once again.
The senescence of a man, he gave all he had until he was nothing but a friend.
A reflecting pool, a mirror into the soul.
Toss a stone, skip it across everything you've come to see so slow.
Prosopagnosia, I know.
Somewhere I search for that smile despite forever remaining unknown.
Please remain still as I vanish, yet my voice despite it's failing rasp with always stay, just a moment more would save my restless soul today.
Please wait for me, I am trying to just be at peace.
Degrading slowly.
An epic struggle to keep ones self from collapsing from with in.
The senescence of a man the flesh is weak where he sins.
Oh the tragic senescence, after all we've fought for it all fails us in the end.
Gray stones, wood that bows, a ribbon or a rose.
A spritz of water, a solemn grace said at an alter.
Respect or love, perhaps an unknown.
I have fallen apart somewhere along the way.
Senescence, I'm growing old.
Much to tired to continue down this forsaken road.
I have shared all I have shown, tomorrow I will go.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:40 pm
The Song Of Plums Plums Plums
Hum dee dee dum dum,
I sit here and I cut cut through plums plums plums.
Hum dee dee dum dum.
I sit here in good company, good good good company indeed indeed, friends just like me me.
Hum dee dee dum dum, I love to cut plums plums plums.
Oh me me me, hum dee dee dee.
A scream? A scream scream scream?
Is it she? My master that wields me?
Plums? Plums? I love to cut plums plums, hum dee dee dum dum.
Oh please please please, don't do that with me me me.
Hum dee dee dum dum, hum dum dum dee dee dum hum.
This is no plum, a plum is what I live to cut, cut cut the plum is so juicy and fun.
Hum dee dee dum dum.
I hear another scream yet I cannot see, I just keep slicing, hum dee dee
I can see, I can see, oh me oh me, what is this happening to me.
Hum dee dee dum dum dee dee dum dum.
This is no fun, I don't like the taste of blood blood blood.
Hum dee dee dum dum
This is no fun.
Plums plums plums is what I am used for.
Scrub scrub scrub vigorously.
Hum dee dee dum dum, I am scrubbed scrubbed scrubbed.
What is this? What is this?
What did I miss?
Hum dee dee dum dum
There are no plums, plum plum hum dee dum.
The Mrs will never wake up up up.
Yet she hum dee dum dum I love plums plums plums.
My friends all see what I have done, done done to something else besides the plum plum plum
Hum dee dee dum dum.
This was actually quite fun fun,
Hum dee hum dee dee dum dum.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:41 pm
Tourbillon Immortality
I am the clock on the wall.
Absolute and all knowing, ticking away every moment with a self satisfaction, a constant reminder of the harrowing to come.
I am the pendulum that swings afraid of the perpetual motion that is just out of reach, but only for a moment as my tourbillon I will beseech.
What has always been inside will live on beyond what we perceive as eternal life.
I will not age, I will not die.
I am immortal in every way despite the telling of time.
You will turn to ash and I will not cry.
I will not age, I will not die.
I am immortal in every aspect except the telling of my time.
Tourbillon turn back what holds me down.
A perfectly polished escapement, shimmering brilliantly in my eyes, oh how grand it feels to be one with life.
Ticking, a melody that everyone seems to forget is true beauty.
For I am he which can always be.
Immortal despite alone helpless wanderings across the forsaken grave that fails to bind to me.
I've seen your face come and go a thousand times over.
From the day you were born until you crumble as old.
A saving grace could never erase what swings inside me, wind my clockwork heart and bring back the music box that I remember at my start.
From the shores of a world afar, I tire from the endless walking of my comb, playing a melody I should only remember as I grow old.
I watch as I watch, I tic and I toc.
Captivated by this tourbillon and music box.
An escapement built of silver and brass, perhaps gold at best.
Yet I find no way to stop the crank, spinning around slowly yet always remaining in the same place.
A gift gifted to the next one who carries the name, yet I will never pass it along.
My tourbillon, my pocket watch, shimmering so vividly in the light, even the sun in time will die.
Perhaps this is when I will understand what it is truly like to be left behind, blowing back in the wind as ashes this time,
Yet time itself will continue on, Oh how I understand it's anguish with each note of this song.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:42 pm
Adjacent To Complacent Refracted Murderous Actions
Comatose dreams come round and round, tilting back in R-E-M-
The sound of breathing does nothing but stir and your hair will part.
Shadowy little hands creep, over and through every inch of your body, tingling goosebumps stand up with moribund, soon to be a cadaver for someones spatula and scapula.
These are the realities, church bells play a song for that day you cease to be.
A psychotropic induced state of panic, a cold sweat that seeps through the skin, what happens if you just laugh at it falling further down this elevator shaft within.
Promising to walk on water, faith that day went right out the roof, torn away a hurricane of absolute doubt in proof.
News broadcasting slaughters, just to see what happens when this psychopathic murderer stops to ponder.
The truth is we play the part in our own downfall, the alligator that Jesus walked on to prove that he could walk on water.
Can't seem to believe in one more second of this rant goes right to the point that we're all adjacent to this violent ringing beat.
Thump, just thump thumping to burst open on the spot.
Cracking open eyes, a blur, a waver of that fate that creeps up and rapes.
Hours pass when all you can hear is the ticking of a dead clock, broke and misconstrued.
Deep breaths and hands that twitch, a yet a steady resolve always seems to drop the ball.
Rushing over to brush over the blushing face that seems startled, yet not afraid.
Door locks and the curtains drawn, probing in questioning manner to understand you and why you sleep.
A knocking that seeps into the flesh again it starts to smell oh so sweet.
The door burns and smoke begins to blur your lungs in again, this time the poison that sweeps is much more vile than a synthetic sleep.
Voices, the voices have returned once again but this time music is coming from their human parts, cracking and slashing so wickedly.
It just keeps calling, this lingering violent history, what you think you see is just images imagining vivid lying images that seem to almost play to your senses null and dumb down.
The world you wish to see is nothing but a nightmare having beautiful dreams of the adjacent violent murderous intentions that comes drifting through narcotic induced addictions.
Erase the numbing of senses and fall back off the ladder into a mattress of feathers and nails.
Come here, sit down and talk to yourself.
Can you really believe what it is you say when no one but yourself really knows which one of you is really playing possum.
Only in the selling of your soul, can you truly adore what it is you seek, just a fragment of truth to believe, truly the truth it is you see the truth in the absent of boundaries and lies that just pop off every so often.
Smear that hand across the face, push it aside, can you feel the hands moving deep is it alive, clawing to be free at your side?
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:43 pm
1,000 Yard Stare
Fire, don't lose your rhythm in the wake of destruction.
Fire, I need your burning flame to keep my fears at bay.
Fire, please just stay a while longer.
Wind, don't become silent as the storm reaches climax.
Wind, I need your courage that sweeps past my face.
Wind, please just stay a moment more.
Water, don't freeze until the seasons ending.
Water, I need your soft caress that soothes and mends.
Water, please don't shift from my embrace.
Earth, don't crumble as you tilt and shake.
Earth, I need your strong resolve to survive through the day.
Earth, please stand by my side.
Blood, don't stain these hands.
Sand, don't let me sink.
Steel, don't let them suffer a moment longer.
Hope, I need your helping and guiding hand.
Love, I need your saving grace over my life.
God, I need you to exist if you're listening.
Life, please let it be worth something when all has ended.
Death, please let it come quick.
Eyes, sullen and left to die.
A 1,000 yard stare reflects our time.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:44 pm
Him As In I Or He As In Me?
A key lost in the hole, twist and let go and watch it, watch it, twist and let go, let gone be ending of something real.
Create, a key lost in a hole, twisting and it's stacking up, door after door, let gone be ending of something created, a key lost in a hole.
Turn, the wind blows down, from the sky or the floor boards of the mind. Leaking key hole, so cold as it twists creating and ending in something gone in a hole shaped like a key, dropping further and further down inside.
Rotting away inside something today, a key lost in the twisting wind, gone to end a new beginning.
Sometimes the joke is that the key is shining.
Is he I or is me always him?
See the light? Shining under the door?
A crack under an eye lid, shape me please. Clay for the blasting heat.
Cracking and drying, a key shape grave am I dying?
No is this east? Blowing wind bring to me a key a key a key.
No need for me to feel, only thing that is left is a beginning peel, withering bitterness is cracking up.
Divide and add it in, blowing doors in the wind, closing the sun I'm seeing.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:45 pm
Brick By Brick By Brick
Evacuate this subterfuge carousel of a world, prioritize the swift incarnation of your old ragged God, all just heinous check marks on an agenda made of lies.
Spineless shades suffer.
Tyrannical typecast traitor.
Typical if you take the time to catch eyes with it's bold face and bright, colorful eyes, swooning you into a charismatic lullaby.
A bassinet tilting on that branch so high, spewing curses and aged wisdom beyond their time.
Fathers and mothers, even the grand of some sort peel back with disgust.
Redundant repetition of the subtle cues.
No one owes anything to me, him and even you.
Redundant confrontation, oh how slighted we feel?
Street hustler mentality, brass knuckle diplomacy.
Brick by brick we tear down all that we've fought so hard to build up, for no reason but to die as swine... Did I say die? I meant dine...
Accidental misinterpretations of what we desire is no excuse for the fundamental collapse of values.
Soon we'll be the one that is forgotten, torn away like the empires rotting.
Shove to collapse this row of incumbent domino stacking snakes.
Forked tongues, silver with hate for any other view, correction- they hate you.
Daggers to Julius's cries of a better empire and life, perhaps this time the stage is set to counter balance that murderous crime.
It's in your head, but you can't seem to remember when anything had made sense, transparent only works when the smoke is cleared from the air.
Maybe it was fog... Just can't seem to remember...
Brick by brick we will build our walls...
Brick by brick we will build another empire so strong...
Brick by brick their blood will be our mortar.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:46 pm
The Devil & The Harlot
Another breeze comes calling... I could see her smile to herself... No shame in such falling.
But she was standing all alone, buried up to her neck in guilt, cold as stone. - Lacking a name for herself in society.
Despite the encroaching loneliness, she seemed to understand the ways of the world as nothing more than a lost little girl.
More than skin deep, she began her dredge into what life means. - No matter what it takes.
Wind blows by casually, her one and only friend.
Just whispering what it is she wants to hear, a psychotropic state, much is unknown.
But when the needle falls, will the thread keep it from embedding itself into what catches?
Shifting modes, living on the streets as one of them callin'.
Flipping tricks like spinnin' disks.
Don't look now she's bawlin'.
Even now in her mind she's the one whos winnin' in this Hell.
Beaten and broken yet keeps coming back for more.
Lost at sea, no rhyme or reason- She's still choking... On memories she dropped, broken and forgotten on the floor.
Another face crosses the horizon at dawns first light.
Darkness was a town where Death was said to dwell.
His smile crooked and wild, like his spine and twisted coat-tails.
Gusto-Devil with deals to peddle, a worker of woe- Quickly he knew how to subdue this darkened little whore.
The deal he offered her was much to good to be.
"Say you agree, forever beautiful you will be, but upon the eve of your happiest day, a debt will need to be paid."
She smiled and laughed as happiness swelled, was it true that she would remain beautiful forever, until?
A flash of light and a moment of silence, her beautiful figure lay dead, lifeless...
Her vanity shown through every detail, that she was the happiest harlot in Hell.
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