tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53071094282431298692024-03-13T20:18:57.833-07:00Enemy:MistakeKnownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-26121458857068013302010-11-12T15:30:00.000-08:002010-11-12T15:30:37.496-08:00Breathing A Heavy Sigh Of Relief...She, was like a heart that stopped beating on the day I left our doorstep to go to war.<br />
She wrote me love letters that kept me warm when I was freezing in the rain.<br />
I took a gunshot to the leg and ended up lying in a hospital bed.<br />
But the horrors I had seen were a plague on my eyes, and I didn't know to get them out of my head.<br />
She said,<br />
Home is where the heart and I need you here now because I miss you.<br />
It's been two long years since your smile brightened my day.<br />
Come home to me.<br />
<br />
On the day I returned home, I was merely a ghost of myself.<br />
She knew it, and I knew it and she knew I needed help<br />
So she held me.<br />
And I cried so many tears that i soaked my shirt and then I went to bed.<br />
Then I woke up at 4am, just wishing I were dead.<br />
I left something behind, something inside of me. Hell, if I can remember it's name.<br />
I took the revolver to my forehead, I was just going to stop the pain.<br />
One minute I was close to death<br />
The next minute so far away<br />
She grabbed the gun emptied the chamber, and threw it all away.<br />
<br />
I could never thank her enough.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-85789583403745481492010-11-08T20:48:00.000-08:002010-11-08T20:48:19.574-08:00Goddamn These Walls<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">There are memories of you if there are memories of anything</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">There are stories to be told that won't fit the concept of this piece</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The beauty that we birthed in these goddamn walls</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Could fill the Louvre to the brim with our masterpieces</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And don't say you never felt it, because I know in fact you did</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I see the glint inside your eyelid when we speak as though we're kids</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But we're still kids and there's still love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And we can be that again, hell we still are</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But these goddamn walls are holding me in like bars</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You escaped from the prison through a hole carved with a spoon</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You could slip into the cracks, but I'm not small enough to fit through</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We need a new home.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This place isn't home for me anymore</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I hope yours isn't either</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Because if it is that means you've settled, and I've already lost the war.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">If I knew the steps I had to take</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The smile that it would make would be concrete evidence to the fact</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">That there is love here, and here is my heart</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It's not this apartment or the bedroom, or the fucking bathroom floor</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We had a child here, as a scared couple needing a place to live.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Not a place that we're going to eventually call our own</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Eventually title it our home</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">A temporary band-aid on the problem of homelessness.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Because we we're bringing a child to this world, and he needed a roof atop his head.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And as I lay here on the floor, elbows ground red from the carpet</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I wonder to myself, just how I could have stopped it</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">How to stop the gentle distancing that at night leaves my heart reeling</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">How to get so close to touch your skin, without hurting certain feelings.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">How do I let you know,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">that every day I wake up to an empty bed (just like you do)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">and I remember that once you were there, and even if you were sleeping</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I loved the look upon your face, hell I just loved your face and</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I loved the way you snuggled, and it sounds so damn cliche</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But I just love your skin, and the way I can run my fingers down it slowly</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And I don't need anyone, anywhere to tell me how I feel about you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This will never be more real than it is here. Minutes away but miles apart</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">and I'm rambling now because there's so many things that I want to say and this would sound disgusting</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">if it happened face to face</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I'd make a wreck of trying to explain this, and I wouldn't use the proper words</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">and you wouldn't hear my meaning, because I'd stutter on myself.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But fuck.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I love you.</span>Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-88129024274718398352010-11-05T12:13:00.000-07:002010-11-05T12:13:45.853-07:00Wings Ripped From A Black SwanHer wind is a boundless butterfly flapping its designer wings<br />
To call her beauty simply magnificent would be an understated truth at best.<br />
She dances pirouettes in limelight while onlookers lend their gaze to the most elegant of pagents<br />
And the dance of her own death.<br />
<br />
The sequins sparkle brightly amongst the illuminating light<br />
The way her body flows its a wonder how we are all alive<br />
To witness such a spectacle without a proper frame<br />
A piece of art without the bounds of a four corner charade.<br />
<br />
She falls to the floor to signal that her end is near<br />
Who will throw roses to this angel in appreciation for the tears<br />
While she was championing us with movement, as we are swelling with her pride<br />
Her final dance, the darkest swan<br />
The shadow of the broken night<br />
Then her darkness washes over us<br />
And the curtains cast us out to sea.<br />
Leave it to the water<br />
To wash the stains off our souls.<br />
She was dead before she saw us<br />
Throw a single rose.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-42761610689083120782010-10-20T11:20:00.000-07:002010-10-20T11:20:09.945-07:00The Feeling FulfilledThe physical representation of blood escaping from my being<br />
Lends volumes to the words that I can't speak<br />
<br />
Consider the tongue, seared at the root<br />
Match it to the way my lip quivers when I'm too full of fear<br />
To utter a word against you.<br />
<br />
All I ever wanted was for you to love me,<br />
Not understanding why I would want to be held in the arms<br />
Of someone responsible for beating me to ashes<br />
<br />
Consider me ashes because every fire you extinguished it,<br />
And every flower met your feet<br />
Every dream, you turned nightmare<br />
And warm feeling, winter cold.<br />
<br />
I may be growing but the fact is I'm still trapped inside this cage<br />
Afraid to dream at night for fear of seeing your evil face,<br />
To call you a devil would be an insult to the name<br />
You were ripped from the 8th layer and laid on earth to produce pain<br />
<br />
I figured these bruises would settle whatever debt I owed you,<br />
But you weren't satisfied with flesh, you had to inflict my mind too.<br />
A demon, monster, coward, bastard, you go by many names.<br />
I have cringed in corners waiting for the trauma to fade me away.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-85027820581993471412010-10-06T22:01:00.000-07:002010-10-06T22:01:25.800-07:00...And Then My Body Became A StageAnd I'm a mess and I'm a wreck,<br />
But that would be an understatement at this point,<br />
I came in like a lion but I'm leaving a lamb<br />
Deteriorating failure<br />
Like the loser I am.<br />
<br />
I'll keep you all on the outside<br />
Not inside of my brain<br />
So you won't hear the frequencies<br />
Of the things that it's saying<br />
You're a mess you're a wreck<br />
A failure of all things<br />
You may have arrived as a lion<br />
But you're leaving a cage<br />
<br />
I will sleep on the dirtiest of hospital floors,<br />
Just looking for a grave.<br />
If I can't stop all your tears<br />
What good am I?<br />
Why do I belong here?<br />
My spirit may be light<br />
But heavy is this heart<br />
I'll shut myself from light<br />
So I can cry in the dark.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-37562539452819855502010-09-14T08:29:00.000-07:002010-09-14T08:30:57.755-07:00I Speak In .WAVI lack compression, no distortion to bitrate<br />
My highs and lows are the peaks of the sound waves<br />
While my frequencies vibrate,<br />
I am nothing more than waveform,<br />
Speaking in wavelengths and digital integration<br />
<br />
I lack compression, I am the winner in your loudness war<br />
I break the bass so that it rumbles louder than before.<br />
I distort meanings into forms and shapes<br />
Making the earth fall into my wake.<br />
<br />
Speaking in wavelengths like before.<br />
My open mouth is a constant source<br />
The 1's and 0's are as clear as can be.<br />
My mind is digital<br />
And my thoughts are free.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-68448583166622257702010-08-30T13:29:00.000-07:002010-08-30T13:29:11.580-07:00Despite Popular Belief, My Tongue Is Red, Not Silver.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">It seems a cheap focus to call out minor details here.</span></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">The way you broke like glass when the pressure became too much for you.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Well I'm still here holding up a world you left behind,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Standing with buckling knees on a concrete pedestal doused in flames.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I know that sometimes I need to be brought down off my high horse</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">But goddammit that horse is all I own.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">You wouldn't trade me a penny for all these words</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">The silly metaphors and useless phrases I regurgitate to pass on a feeling.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I spent years building fences so my feelings would be good neighbors</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">and stay as far away from my mouth as they could.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I shoved them down so deep it caused an ache in my knees and a</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Swelling that will never go away.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Now that I try to channel them here, I find out how hard I made it to feel at all.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">It's hard to run from the truth on arthritic ankles, or a wounded knee,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">with a broken back and bare feet.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Perhaps a lisp would makes these things a little more interesting to hear</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">To even my own ears.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I'd almost rather write in another language, just to feel like their were more words</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">To express the things I wanted to say.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I'm not uninspired, I'm just tired.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Tired of expecting too much from myself, like all these words are gonna make someone remember me.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">So I keep writing them, in hopes that they will.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">But who will ever read them?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">How will they ever make it any further than this page?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span></span></div>Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-82870731138816514962010-08-16T13:38:00.000-07:002010-08-16T13:38:57.314-07:00It Was Dark..<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><st1:time hour="0" minute="0"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Midnight</span></span></st1:time><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> sweeping through the graveyard</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She never felt the passion like this.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And they never touched this way<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But it was just how they wanted it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Quieter than a heartbeat.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The look he threw into her eyes was priceless<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The glance she gave him, the same.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">They knew the consequences and what others would say<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The grip of her on his back was more than he could bear<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The nails clawing into skin so beautifully<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She held the touch of fire in her hands.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Then the blood, oh the blood<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She began to exsanguinate<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The pieces of flesh, she tore away.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">She swallowed all of his innocence before she tore the heart from his chest.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Morning growing in the graveyard<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The missing body, the tangled mess.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">They’ll find him hidden deep in the hedgerow<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And she’s nowhere to be found.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-49124845420312304482010-08-16T13:14:00.000-07:002010-08-16T13:14:20.311-07:00A Dead Man Will Not Attend Your Dinner BanquetHead under metaphorical water, because I'm not truly drowning<br />
But I want you to believe that I'm suffocating in a pool consisting<br />
Of everything from the afterbirth to the liner of my coffin.<br />
<br />
Synapse will cease to fire when the room goes quiet.<br />
Because even my nervous system wants to hear the intricacies<br />
Of every world formed from the mouth of someone like you.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-28666413357346493852010-08-11T14:44:00.000-07:002010-08-11T14:44:09.104-07:00I Jump To Conclusions Like It Was Fucking Hopscotch<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We gave up fighting for this cause too long ago</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Hanging our heads, trudging through the cold and the snow.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The handshakes that sealed the deals for us</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">As blood red as the killers we had grown to trust.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We all arrived too late for the gun fight...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Throwing in knives, a last ditch effort for sanity</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">The cry of our own humanity stifled by</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The deaths of our sons and our daughters</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We sent them to the ocean just to die in the waters.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So tell me where do the children go?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Tell me what have we done?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We sent the shiver and the tingle to your spine</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Watching the horror unfold as we prepared you to die.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It's not the first time destruction was set in our minds.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; line-height: 18px;">If you call this a life, I call it a lie.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span>Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-35665706975067819532010-08-04T15:42:00.000-07:002010-08-05T07:05:06.444-07:00The Kraken Speaks Through Me.....Run through the hills of North Carolina<br />
And without a doubt you will find<br />
That there is ample reason to leave me to my own devices<br />
My own creatures of habit and turns of phrase<br />
Oh call me a twisted wreck of a shell of a man.<br />
And I'll just point out how you can't look away.<br />
<br />
Flee to the ponds in England.<br />
Give their royality your vicious ways.<br />
Your unfit mothers will come calling "bastard".<br />
While they hold their hands out for change.<br />
Or dance inside their burlesque homes,<br />
to make the means to eat.<br />
And I will break my knuckles<br />
in the muck below the banks of the River Jordan.<br />
Crying about how this is the place where miracles are meant to be.<br />
But yet I see no magic before my eyes, and nothing but water before me.<br />
I've felt the trap of an infinite passion for years now.<br />
Long before the twinkle in your eyes led me to believe that<br />
The love that I had given up searching for was still there<br />
And still existed.<br />
And no matter how many times I break skin to let blood drip down to the floor<br />
There will never be anything as scarlet red as the flush in my cheeks the first time<br />
That you told me you loved me.<br />
<br />
Oh how the miracles of men get swept under the rug by those who divide our nations with their hatred<br />
and undeniable stupidity.<br />
God, I could rant forever about how the masses are being spoonfed, and to wake up, we must drag the spoon from out their mouth, and leave them be until they're starving, and begging for more.<br />
But that's the job of the poets before me, to hope for the change that I need to make within the world,<br />
To make within myself.<br />
I may only be one man, but by the time I am dead, more than you will know me.<br />
I will be rewritten into your history books, whether people think me a stain on beautiful white sheets.<br />
Or just another poet spewing his useless words from his outstretched hands <br />
trying to make everyone see that life was beautiful, when never really believing it himself.<br />
<br />
I've seen the devil, but it is no immortal being, not the one shoved into our eyelids, blazed into our lungs.<br />
The devil is within us all, turning and looking the other way rather than stopping to make a change.<br />
I was the devil.<br />
I was the devil every time I let him lay his hands on her and did nothing.<br />
Looked away and pretending like it was never happening.<br />
I am the devil<br />
You are the devil.<br />
But we can exorcise that demon once and for all if we just try.<br />
Oh God just try.<br />
<br />
I regret never saying this sooner.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-92182912832000750562010-08-01T01:16:00.000-07:002010-08-01T01:17:44.340-07:00Is The Best I Can Do, Good Enough?<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Another midnight drown the drain again.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Perhaps another night that I'm just truly dying in.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Maybe just dying to</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Call you on the phone</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Tell you that I love you.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Or maybe just waste away.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I'll walk a thin line. Maybe it's better that way</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Get past the red tape. Taking precautions was never my thing.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Maybe I'm just too cautious to</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Spill how I feel right to your face.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I hope you can sense it in your bones.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Before I waste away.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Someday I won't be a coward and I'll call you.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Drip words the phone so elegant and sweet.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">You'll finally understand all of my being</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">It belongs to the two of you, and I don't.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I just don't want to waste away.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Call it another midnight down the drain.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div></div>Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-52913762142109032922010-07-26T21:57:00.000-07:002010-07-26T21:58:14.885-07:00When I See My Mother Cry...I don't want the red eye swell before a downpour<br />
The last thing I ever want is to see that pain<br />
When I see my mother cry.<br />
I want to be there to stop the rain.<br />
<br />
When it's my fault my mother cries.<br />
I feel like less than a human being<br />
Causing grief in someone else just isn't my way.<br />
When it's the worlds fault my mother cries.<br />
I want to build bricks walls incapable of collapsing<br />
Around her fragile heart just so she will be protected.<br />
<br />
When a dark clouds looms atop her head<br />
All I want to do is breakthrough to the sky.<br />
To cause a sunshine so bright.<br />
She can't help but feel alive.<br />
<br />
When I see my mother cry..<br />
<br />
It breaks my heart.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-1240143164946900482010-07-26T21:49:00.000-07:002010-07-26T23:43:44.800-07:00A Regretful Handful Full of MedicationAnother dose will pull the tears back this time.<br />
But you can't be afraid to feel your whole life.<br />
We've come so far away for this to get us.<br />
I've got to know that you'll trust me this time.<br />
<br />
Why are you so convinced that I'll fail?<br />
Where did your trust go, and how can I find it.<br />
Why are you so sure this won't work?<br />
The blueprints seem beautiful, the architecture laid.<br />
You've laid eyes upon the groundwork, don't sabotage the frame.<br />
<br />
Oh, your handful of little capsules may pull you away from reality now.<br />
But I'm still here knocking at your glass case with a hammer, waiting for something to give.<br />
My resolve to reach you is infinite.<br />
and I'm tired of gritting my fucking teeth.<br />
I'm biting my tongue so hard, blood is pouring from my mouth.<br />
Mix it with the venom of my words, and to hell it shall amount.<br />
<br />
You're not him, you never will be.<br />
There's no reason to keep the world on hold<br />
No reason to stop an emotional flood from breaking down the dam<br />
Just talk to me.<br />
We'll be alright.<br />
Just let me know you need me.<br />
I'll be just fine.<br />
The world isn't yours to care for.<br />
We're all alright.<br />
Take a burden off your shoulders<br />
Before the weight breaks your back in time.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-69056233005696572692010-07-20T12:29:00.001-07:002010-07-20T12:29:40.188-07:00Spilling An Ink Well...Pen to parchment, and ink like black smoke.<br />
I’ll reverse its terror into my lungs<br />
Before I call you on the phone<br />
Scream out and list the reason I never won the war.<br />
It’s a vile dusk that I just can't shake<br />
Waiting for you.<br />
<br />
The blood red metaphors that pull my words back<br />
Into that abyss every time I try to rupture their chains.<br />
The shaking syndrome of my mouth and hands<br />
Some will call it a malady<br />
But it's the nerves that I have built<br />
Built a wall of them for you to see<br />
Like a lightning strike to a building of synapse<br />
Isn't thought a beautiful thing.<br />
<br />
I'll pretend I'm waiting for you.<br />
When really you're all just waiting for me.<br />
These clouds lose their silver linings and become nothing more<br />
Than ink blots in the sky bringing a rain to drown me in.<br />
Forcing me to dig into this mud just to find the book of life<br />
So I can break back these clouds and bring the sun again.<br />
<div><br />
</div>Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-29502157629667395882010-07-16T11:07:00.000-07:002010-07-16T11:08:29.428-07:00Holding Everything I Own In Your Filthy HandsThese skeletons are real.<br />
Save the flesh and pity for me.<br />
The fiends will walk the streets of Paris<br />
Stealing life before it has a chance to be.<br />
From the turnstyles to the heart-attacks<br />
The subway to the skin of our knees<br />
Where we fall and scrape to bone in the ending.<br />
So save the flesh and the pity for me.<br />
<br />
You can take a millions miles out of me and you'll find<br />
The road I've traveled isnt much different from that of the ocean.<br />
I can start to drown here or there, it doesnt really matter to me.<br />
As long as when I wash up on the shore<br />
You're right along the water, waiting to try and help me to breathe.<br />
<br />
So push the skeletons out of their coffins<br />
Just like you push the water out of my lungs,<br />
Save the flesh and I wash the blood off of your white dress<br />
And brush the dirt from your knees.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-73365906899622507442010-06-15T15:21:00.000-07:002010-06-15T15:21:35.170-07:00Patient OperandiI can't look back, white linoleum,<br />
I've got these needles in my skin, I can feel it coursing<br />
Running through my veins and it burns<br />
One more dose of medicine, another to the hearse.<br />
<br />
Now you gotta tell me what to do.<br />
Because I've made up my mind that I am over you.<br />
I got my hospital gown draggin' the floor<br />
The IV in my neck is all I'm living for.<br />
Just another dose of drugs to kick the pain<br />
Just another dose of drugs to send it all away.<br />
<br />
Baby, tell me that the fates, they aren't so cruel<br />
To leave me inside these walls where the dead will rule<br />
If you go, you might just turn back much too late.<br />
I'll be hanging from the ceiling<br />
Choking on the tongue that sealed my fate.<br />
<br />
It's too late to turn back, we got a smoking gun<br />
<br />
So keep running away baby, oh that's all you've ever known<br />
I'll be hanging from the rafters if I just can't let you go.<br />
I never been a strong one, and you never followed suit.<br />
So run away darling, if that's all you know how to do.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-3651803950362506672010-06-15T08:07:00.000-07:002010-06-15T08:08:03.412-07:00Fall Short SyndromeIf I could feel this way<br />
I'd feel this way forever towards you<br />
If I could make my mouth just match my heart<br />
I'd take you over.<br />
Make my name on your lips<br />
The word you're speaking<br />
When you're dreaming.<br />
But I'm not quite the poet<br />
I need to be to make you love me.<br />
<br />
I make excuses for myself because I know I'll never be<br />
Exactly what I wanted to be, which is more than I am now<br />
But yet still less than you're deserving.<br />
I fall short of the protagonist<br />
The hero of your comic book<br />
The never-ending heart.<br />
<br />
If I could stop the rain<br />
I'd stop these tears from falling on you.<br />
If I was younger now<br />
I'd be the boy who always loves you.<br />
But I can't work the magic needed<br />
To reverse the things I need<br />
To make sure that your whole life<br />
Wasn't full of hurt and constant grief<br />
<br />
I pull excuses from the bottom of my barrel of tricks<br />
My smoke and mirrors faded long before the final scene.<br />
I disappoint more than I should, but I swear that I do try<br />
I'm just not sure I'll ever be the catch that you deserve and<br />
I am sorry, please forgive me.<br />
But I swear that I'll fucking try.<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I make excuses for myself because I know I'll never be</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Exactly what I wanted to be, which is more than I am now</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">But yet still less than you're deserving.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I fall short of the protagonist</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The hero of your comic book</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The never-ending heart.</div><div><br />
</div>Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-36396001099967212122010-06-13T20:44:00.000-07:002010-06-13T20:44:42.520-07:00The Rain Isn't Coming....Enjoy Your DroughtThere was a venom in my mouth,<br />
yes, there was heartache in these lungs<br />
When I cursed your house the plagues<br />
That originate from my tongue<br />
I was a beast of many colors<br />
Like a jackal in my head<br />
I regret the voice of darkness<br />
That spewed forth from 'neath my chest<br />
<br />
And it's just another mistake on the list of things I never do right<br />
An epiphany that makes the scars return and then I'm lost<br />
<br />
Then I flooded what was once my rotten head<br />
With a goodness that I felt<br />
I was on the edge of breaking<br />
Before it pulled me back to health<br />
The sweet rhythms in my ears<br />
Yes, the noises heard so clear<br />
That replaced my venom with soil<br />
Where flowers grow their children<br />
<br />
And its just not like me to do this, I make no emotions for myself<br />
But I learn that sometimes things cannot be placed back on a shelf<br />
Encircled by a need that I<br />
I really like to cry too.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-54575371859944579272010-06-10T09:18:00.000-07:002010-06-10T09:18:14.078-07:00Handsome DaggersThe windows of your open soul are no longer for us to see through<br />
You sprayed them with black paint to keep anyone from really seeing you<br />
Stop cutting out your tongue, one of these days it just won't grow back<br />
and you'll never speak another word or sing to me again.<br />
<br />
Stop polluting yourself,<br />
These handsome daggers won't stab any deeper<br />
We won't be killing ourselves.<br />
Darling, it's okay to bleed.<br />
<br />
The microphone explodes as you spew your explanations<br />
Not a disease, it's a cure, for the ragged infatuations<br />
Stop cutting out your tongue, we need to hear you speak<br />
In the end of the earth, I want you singing song to me.<br />
<br />
Stop destroying yourself,<br />
These handsome daggers belong in gentlemen's hands.<br />
No more wasting ourselves.<br />
Darling, it's okay to breathe.<br />
<br />
Not saving ourselves,<br />
Its a bad habit, I fear that you learned from me.<br />
Off with the heads of our enemies<br />
Darling, it's okay to grieve.<br />
<br />
Its okay with me.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-63506759814870242542010-05-17T09:49:00.000-07:002010-05-17T09:49:36.234-07:00Deflowering The CharybdisWith my lion teeth I will tear skin from body to make the canvas on which I will paint eternity<br />
With all the hope I can afford I will make mothers pray for a light in their broken daughter's skies<br />
I will not be consumed as a liar, my truth is far to great for either man or deity to understand.<br />
<br />
What do you know of mercy?<br />
I've been here for a hundred years and I'm still tortured<br />
My scars can't heal before they're yet ripped gaping again.<br />
<br />
And I'll feed the lords to the wolves for their unkept promises that they place upon mortal men.<br />
<br />
My grief shall make a wonderful pyre to place your roses upon<br />
Before we set them ablaze and send them to the sea.<br />
My hands will mold death and desire into the hearts of nations<br />
Who waste time singing nothing but cowardice songs<br />
<br />
What do you know of me?<br />
Nothing but what I've told you.<br />
Claim that your truth is otherwise<br />
And fake shall be your name.<br />
<br />
I shall shroud in mystery myself<br />
And the very essence of my existence.<br />
So much easier that way,<br />
To make Kings bow at your feet.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-54722239149161316612010-05-03T08:28:00.000-07:002010-05-03T08:28:36.307-07:00A Man Who Realizes Things Too LateThe weatherman said that it would surely rain.<br />
So I decided to stay indoors for the remainder of the day<br />
I made myself some tea and pulled a book from on the shelf<br />
Trying to forget events that lead me to this hell.<br />
<br />
Never again, never again, never again will I<br />
Up and run without considering why<br />
Always the same, Always the same, Always the same it seems to me<br />
I've been living in this misery for years<br />
<br />
When she walked away it crumbled<br />
When I ran away she cried<br />
She decided the fight was worth it<br />
I decided not to fight<br />
Is that regret in my thoughts<br />
Is there a echo in my voice<br />
Or is the walls of this lonely house<br />
Just confirming what I know.<br />
<br />
I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone<br />
And there is nothing but silence here.<br />
I can't talk, I can't talk to myself<br />
Because my ears to do not want to hear<br />
What my mouth, What my mouth, what my mouth<br />
What my filthy mouth has to say.<br />
<br />
I shall drink the blood of my own heart today.Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-53904337981909594542010-05-03T08:16:00.001-07:002010-05-03T08:16:08.503-07:00Harmony<div class="MsoNormal">“My name is Nathaniel, and excuse me but I was wondering</div><div class="MsoNormal">Would you like to go with me to get a drink?</div><div class="MsoNormal">No? Well that’s ok, I was just curious, sorry that I wasted your time…”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“My name is Nathaniel”; “Hello, my name is Aylene</div><div class="MsoNormal">And I’m sorry Nathaniel, but if you could just not bother me</div><div class="MsoNormal">I’m headed home from a break up, and I thought I’d just stop in</div><div class="MsoNormal">I don’t need to be bombarded by all you stupid useless men”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I walk the streets of <st1:city><st1:place>London</st1:place></st1:city> a rich man</div><div class="MsoNormal">But poor in that certain sense that I’ll never find love again</div><div class="MsoNormal">I shouldn’t have let her go, she was my world, my everything</div><div class="MsoNormal">Why I up and left is something I can never say</div><div class="MsoNormal">I was scared of myself, the person I feel I have become</div><div class="MsoNormal">A monster of sorts, and I am not the only one</div><div class="MsoNormal">The glances and the stares</div><div class="MsoNormal">Enough to make me feel like giving up</div><div class="MsoNormal">And just grow into a discarded old man</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Love has found me once and like a dunce I let it go</div><div class="MsoNormal">And now it’s never to return, of this I am for sure</div><div class="MsoNormal">I sit down in a coffee shop; I sip my drink alone</div><div class="MsoNormal">I tell myself my stories, thou I’ve heard every one</div><div class="MsoNormal">I pull out my pen and paper, and I try to write something</div><div class="MsoNormal">But the only thing I can scribble is…</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I’m sorry for everything”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It’s better than nothing, as I slip it in the mail</div><div class="MsoNormal">I hope she still resides there, if she doesn’t then, oh well</div><div class="MsoNormal">That letter will never make her understand what I have done</div><div class="MsoNormal">Or why I can’t return, even though she’s the one I love</div><div class="MsoNormal">I go back home and sit upon my lonesome bed</div><div class="MsoNormal">I cry myself to sleep, and shut the dreams out of my head</div><div class="MsoNormal">Because she’s in every one, and it hurts to see her face</div><div class="MsoNormal">I remember it so beautifully, it fades to black, as do my days</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As Shakespeare would say “they may think their manhood’s cheap”</div><div class="MsoNormal">But mine is cheaper still since I walked from Harmony.</div>Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-33569252092298079402010-05-03T08:15:00.002-07:002010-05-03T08:15:27.872-07:00Your End Starts Here<div class="MsoNormal">Lovers in this hotel room, dirty sheets to lie between</div><div class="MsoNormal">Just a look into your eyes, she knows what you mean</div><div class="MsoNormal">We both know the intentions, it happens here tonight</div><div class="MsoNormal">This flame will never die; try as other might.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Mother doesn’t understand, her face shows discontent</div><div class="MsoNormal">But this is love at it’s purest, never shall it wait</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now approaching baby, in the stomach of Therese.</div><div class="MsoNormal">This bond grows ever stronger; this passion will never cease</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Mother, I’m not listening to a single word you say</div><div class="MsoNormal">One day you will see, you were wrong in every way</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now she lays upon the bed, the pain saturates her eyes</div><div class="MsoNormal">The baby is forthcoming, as both start to cry</div><div class="MsoNormal">Healthy baby boy, start you now your days</div><div class="MsoNormal">Your first gasps of life, just a glance of future ways</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Nathaniel starts to crawl, he giggles and he cries</div><div class="MsoNormal">He’s such a beautiful baby; such a passionate life.</div>Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307109428243129869.post-17946606164488371622010-05-03T08:15:00.000-07:002010-05-03T08:15:02.265-07:00Nathaniel, The World Lost You Today<div class="MsoNormal">The story has ended swiftly with the knowledge still not shared</div><div class="MsoNormal">Watching poor Nathaniel die alone upon his bed.</div><div class="MsoNormal">His flare for life only helped to sparked his tragic end</div><div class="MsoNormal">No one can mend his wounds, nor his heart or his head.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Nurses in silent anticipation, crossed hands and heads held to the floor.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Motions and machines Nathaniel, wired for your death</div><div class="MsoNormal">Share some stories of this life, before you have none left</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was a long and battered road</div><div class="MsoNormal">And to some relief, it all comes to an end</div><div class="MsoNormal">Nathaniel do not cry</div><div class="MsoNormal">For you won’t reap these benefits of sin.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">From infant unto orphan until adult onto your death</div><div class="MsoNormal">You were dealt the worst of hands; no pithiness is left</div><div class="MsoNormal">The fault lies not within, at the age of 43</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was some life you lived, experiencing more you’ll ever need.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Close your eyes Nathaniel, fading sounds of machine beeps.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Nurses in silent anticipation</div><div class="MsoNormal">Wait no longer for you to sleep.</div>Knownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11557441938537393559noreply@blogger.com0