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His Name Is No More

The Worlds Erosion Has Symmetry

Broken bits of dreams lay scattered on the threshold, that burning flame nestled in the hearth flickers out and slowly goes cold.
Heinous hope of the young and old.
Shattered lives, reaching claws gripping coat-tails so tight that they themselves begin to unravel into nothing but string.
Loose ends of this world, a statistic, a lie, they're all dying to survive.

The tools to create dreams, washing down the burning sands of Afghanistan, ever so wastefully.
No one knows if we truly have a soul, maybe it's like dust to dust, blowing back someday in the wind.
Yet something reminds us to believe that tomorrow will be the day we seek.
Yet again karma has other plans, fate set in motion as we speak.

Forced to hold out our hands, so far outstretched that it pains us to even clasp what we have been given.
Can we decipher the greed from our need?
Shores afar, earth rattled Haiti to the vile slums of Kinshasa.
Who do we owe? Why do we pay their toll for life?
Where are they when you need?
Like I had said broken scattered bits and pieces lay helpless on the floor.
Hope, just hope it comes back to you to even up the score.

What has happened to chivalry? It was raped along with dignity. Have you no decency?
Semi-circle spiraling thoughts, breaking off at sharp intersecting spots.
Yet the fog has become clear in this peat filled bog in what is left of the mind.
Peace of soul in a new messiah made just for you.
Do we crave a second coming? The second restart of this great machine.
Waves of guilt wash over ourselves, we seem so miles away from hope.
Let go and drift away into the unknown.

We've been concentrated into petty broken molds of human cockroaches. Scattering at every chance for a heroic stand.
Now that we infest the world, there is no savior, but an exterminator.

Forgo all this sacred bullshit, can you live with yourself knowing that you've just stood in line awaiting an absolute damnation?

Silence.

The wind has spoken, carried on the wings of innocent fire flies, eyes alight with delight.

Maybe there is something good deep seeded in the eyes of a child.
A smile, a glare cast aside by that darkened soul, behold.
A hand extended just for you.
Glance back at what you desire and what you require, understand no burden can bear the weight of a gentle heart trapped alone in the dark.

It will soon unfold.

Paper confetti, streamers and laughter.
A party perhaps? Maybe something along the lines of a great collapse.

Waste your flowers for them please, approach before they've been misconstrued, pushed and shoved back into the breast of mother earth.
Haphazard little tricks up no ones sleeve.
The ending is apparent isn't it?
Just lay it all out for the witness, take the stand and erase this shame.
The act can only carry so many parts, so many actors you just wish it wasn't really real.

Erosion symmetry has never been so profound as it is right now.
Smearing of the lines in our morals and values, slowly eating away at one another until everything has fallen dead, stillborn in its attempt at new life.

We Live Like Ghosts

Give it some time, soon enough you will feel the depths of the water.
Cool, glistening surface.
Reflections of faces that you've seen,
oh what a tragedy.
Sweetie, don't laugh,
you're just so ordinary.
With freedom gone and nothing but my twisted depravity can you see the monster that lurks in the deep.
Stop yourself,
restrain yourself with a mouth full of leather belt.

I will baptize you in my consuming disease,
I just love tasting the innocent sweets.
Inhale please,
just a few gulps and you'll be released.
Call it murder,
I call it an art form.
You're not the first and but at the moment you're my number one.
We live like our disease.
We live like ghosts and we take with out regret.
No face to be seen just a haunting chill to feel.

We feast on the terrors of your seed.
No social discrepancies, no quips or quarrels behind the vice.
I can feel the ice of the water,
yet so crystal clear it bleeds black.
No more struggling,
they can trench for you all day I won't make you too hard to find.
In the end we all know what transpired.

Sing my little ordinary birdy.
Sing the crimes that have been done,
shine the spot light on a little angel of God.

With a twisted smile, the face is always changing and it grows.

We live like ghosts

...And The Wind Gave Me You

Today, a word came floating by, a feather so brilliantly white. I paused for a moment, the cold winter sky hopelessly blew even colder my way.
Yet inside I couldn't help but feel warm as I thought of you.
Yesterday I felt so naked inside, just wishing to be by your side. Everyday seems just today, maybe someday yesterday I can be with you.
I will save you the fate of a single kiss, and when I say that I love you.
I really do.

Play for you I will, a piano, a tune made just you.
Sing? Yes, my heartstrings carry me into a melody.

Tomorrow, a dream still lingering on open eyes, wide awake to the excitement of life for the first time.
I wish I could rush to you, softly embrace and cry inside. Just so happy to see your face.
Just so happy to be alive.
Yesterday, I said I caught a feather, haplessly floating my way.
Fate loves to play it's games.
Yesterday was someday tomorrow in my heart, just looking into the mirror, out the window into what I love.
Imagining the moment our eyes could meet.

Play for you I will, a piano, a lovely tune just for you.
Sing? Always, my love and my heart scream through every inch of me.
Love? Yes, I love you.

The Sun, My Sun Please Do Erase

Contorted in a figurative Hell, bound to the limitation before my eyes, like an illusion it erases the impending dusk at the end of day.
Maybe it was much more of a literal Hell, and maybe just maybe I will straighten it out, just not this emptiness in my lack of consciousness.
Blank stares are produced, ready to be re-written into something worth feeling.
Seize the way those impending glares come, even the walls with eyes cast me to this cold earth.
Every tear jerking memory, laughter and smiles produce this broken bridge from accaptence to failure.

Oh lover, no lover to name.
Oh mother, your embrace has saved.
Oh father, I'm sorry your son has a blackheart and never cries.
Oh nation, my nation no road to walk home at night.

Monday came and went, such happiness and joy came.
Tuesday came the grim reality that all was a lie, I thought you felt the same way when you were with me.
Wednesday was a pain and everything was overcast gray and dying.
It doesnt matter what day we go through, all I know is that...
I can't take it.
I savor every single kiss goodbye.
I just wish I could wake from it.

Oh nightmare, dreams come awake.
Oh sun, my sun please wash my face.
The happiness I felt has been misplaced.
The tragedy is I have no one today.

The Rose Garden And The Tempest

Inhale the roses, their beauty is forever captured in your life.
That sweet scent of love, creating an illusion.
It reconfigures your heart to ignore that empty feeling.
Sometimes you feel like your standing naked, breathless, alone and defeated.
Remember the next days dawn will soon rise, giving warmth to the darkest of days, please ignore that encroaching feeling of agony - misery.
Melancholy.

Forever turn away from the storm, conflict was it's game.
Bound to the flood like a marionette to it's master.
You can feel it's cold waves washing over your face.
Captivated once more by the beauty of the roses, reaching for the sun and it's saving grace.
It just slips further and further away, but one thing is certain that rose you will save.

For it's beauty stood triumphant in rain.

His Name Is No More

Betrayal my friend come close to me,
let me tell you of the saddest story that is buried deep inside of me.

Here I stood once before,
I believe it was a Wednesday but I could never be sure.
I watched as the coldest wind cast a man into the snow,
freezing him alive.
Nothing but a contorted face,
heart broken and his mind fully deranged.

There I stood and watched as the sun came out,
melting away the burdens that beseech his face.
Giving him a second chance at life.
But little did I know that it was not with out a price,
a debt placed on his soul as someone he loved had died.
He had only loved himself.
So many secrets and lies come from believing in divinity.
He scoffed at the thought of being a marionette to someone who he had never seen.
Faith has many ways of making you believe.

It was that look in my eyes,
no wait it was not me that froze and died.
His name was no more.
It was a shot in the dark,
one billion stars crashing into his mind.
He was finished from the start.
Just walking along where the sun had once lived for so long,
a residual heat across that line.
You could see he knew not of who he was anymore.
But he felt the pull of his heart,
all was lost until he could remember who he was.

"Oh mother, my mother!"

He cried out so scared.

"Please protect me from my dreams."

It was until he seen his reflection,
on a stream,
rippling deep with regrets and fears reconfiguring to match this new face he held,
so deep beneath the skin.

"Send me to Hell, just reset my life at the start"

His anger was rising,
it was a shame he had no clue who I was.
Just another name logged deep inside his vain eyes,
pale blue and reflections of memories still stirred,
making the waters of the mind murky,
deceptively deep and alluring for the weak.
He would drown...

Here I stand,
let me tell you of that hand reaching out from underneath the freezing waters of days long dead and gone.
Flowers cast to his name,
forgotten who I, who he was in youth.

Am I just another name?
Just another forgotten face?

Oh wouldn’t it be easy to, so easy to tell the truth?

Maybe...

Melancholy my lovers come a bit closer,
Please wrap your hands around my throat.
Force from me these words I wish only to speak once more,
yet I am just so self obsessed with who he was.

His name was no more, he forgot it all.
His name was once loved and adored, he has forsaken it again.
His name was strong and true, yet his face dies, so pale and blue,
lacking life, lacking any desire other than to forget who I am.

His name was no more. It couldn't be yours.
His name was no more. It was mistake to share this story with the world.

Every year on the eve of his birth, he sits and cries, such a desperate failure, to proud and vain to commit suicide.

"Mother, my mother"

He once said to me,

"Please come and release this life from me."

It was sad, I know.

"Father, my father"

He would rest his head in his hands and wish for the consuming depths of the waters again.

“I know, I know what I did”

He cried to the blackness of his heart.
Just trying to contest what was in his mind until the day he came to realize.

No one will know what dwells deep inside
Evil men do evil things,
Tonight I die with no name but he.

It was that look in your eyes,
unwelcoming gaze like I am guilty of crimes.
Still alive he would walk back,
extending a hand forward, reaching for help.
No satisfaction in a strong wicked conviction,
belief is invisible boundaries.
Flesh and skin crawl,
screaming a scream built on abuse.
An invisible hand,
compelling the soul towards what we think to be right.
His name was broken,
tongues now he spoke.
The minuets that had passed did him in, buried under useless babble, thoughts that curse the day.

“Mother oh mother, you tarnished my insanity, hopelessly erasing every moment I trust”

You ripped me apart from with in and today I will be damned if I die.
Hatred supplies me with the tools, and idea of a knife.
Tonight he will stand tall.
No memories to fall.
His name was spoken once more.
I remember just who I was.

Today was a great day, I sharpen my knife.
Simple yet deranged thoughts had crossed my mind.
He knew where I was and what I desired.
A mirror behind my closed tired eyes, looking back were his cold frozen orbs, not once did he blink, no once did we speak.
Silence soon came, no one dared to breathe.
Slowly nightfall gave to me a dream, smothered and snuffed out.
The candle dies out, voices fade into a new day.

Wretched and broke.
Twisted and old.
Hear me, him again.

"Father my father look unto me."

In his voice he cried a plea.

"The name you gave cuts deep like a knife, I never wanted anything but the truth, please set me right."

He fell to his knees, I embraced the cold earth.
Wishing, just wishing to be blanketed in dirt.

"Father oh father I hope you will cry, today is my funeral I may not survive."

Laughing, we're laughing the whole God damn time, moment by moment I sink into the tide.
Taking in gush after gush, his lungs couldn't handle the waters crush.
Suspended in time

"Mother my mother."

I said while alive.

"It could be me who dies tonight, not that monster who keeps me awake at night."

Just a shade, a specter, a ghost of what once was.
He swallowed once, a deep breath ensues.
Thinking of who, just when and how.
All colliding into minutes and moments.
His name was no more.

Impurity

It's a Nero deficiency.
It's an impurity, pumping, pumping through my veins.
I panic, drowning in desperation.
One hand against the wall, the other holding the reigns before I slip and fall.
My decisions are crippled by nauseating thoughts, pushing and pulling me down.
Return to my world before I found out that I will be with out you.
Return the thoughts that gave me control, my life is fine with out you.
I have defected from you.
I have defected from everything.

In the distance I can see encroaching thoughts returning to take my soul.
Surrounding my barricade of truth.

I am not the one who stood before you once long ago in dreams I come again.
I will never return there, walking down the crooked path in life, I forged from my backwards decisions.

I
I
I am not the one who intends to fail battling this maelstrom of life.
No obstacle will produce a greater fight than I.
I
I
I am not the one who will help repair this world.
I am the one who will burn everything down, sow the salts and tell the world of your treachery.

Maybe it was the voices inside of me.
Not quiet a Nero deficiency, it was just schizophrenia saying hello to me.
Letting me get used to the pain of never knowing who you really are.
Back to impurities, this simple notion of honor, loyalty and truth just nauseates me.
Try to sedate and copulate.
This is my dissertation of what I see in the world around you, around me too.

I'm infected.
I'm defected.
I'm abstract and absolute.
I'm content with watching the abuse.

In my world, filled with you and you, never will I care to save face despite the truth.