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Monday, April 27, 2009
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Current mood:  thankful
Category: Writing and Poetry
The waters are a lullaby gentle like a mother tucking you in for bed Drown take me to the top of it all torn split its this greater love that holds my shit together everything below you holds you high everything above keeps you low all these ideas fester lest you nevertheless know I'm fighting but begging peace battling & healing crying & laughing just let the tide carry you to wherever you are to go
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Friday, September 12, 2008
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I got diverted
After flying for so long
Birds hit the ground
They sing their last song
What could make it the same
The sea is never consistant
The waves always change
Send me off like a ship
Shipwrecked on the stones near the shore
Lead me
Like a prisoner into his cell
I've turned inside my being
To hide from you
In the shadows of my own reflection
In the shade of the trees
You, a marble statue
In the muesum of my memory
Cold and still
With chips on your identity
Who are you again?
I let the cigarette burn down
Scorching my blistered relic lips
A cigarette kiss
I let the smoke swarm my lungs
You, a voodoo doll
pins in your eyes
Can you see me now?
Now that your blind?
I got diverted
for flying for so long
Felt so good to hit the ground
Felt so good to fall away,
from you.
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Saturday, April 19, 2008
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Boquets of flowers to enrage the fire Fragrant warmth My guard a tower satin smoke dresses the child that shivers silk tears to be sold Tallied Cadavars Engraved memories buried hopes I send the weeper to the gate I summon the reaper to kill hate Cursed thought the expanding mind what if we return to the state of dust we are stars he is correct cosmic mistakes? Perhaps but that doesn't mean we aren't beautiful we are the shimmer in the skies eye
you are the shimmer in mine a hotel with golden stairs jeweled animals desks of pure water and fish i walk outside the the grafiti side walks i run down the alley i see a red fabric i walk beside it I feel like the rabbit i've some where to be late, so late for a very important date as im running... i know the entire time That i've already missed out but i run faster and my clock empties on to the floor Inside was poisonous bread crumbs I have the choice to retrace my steps and go back But to where? I ask the man in the top hat (the same man who i've met on the high way he once gave me a neckalace. one glass tear that contained all my saddness and fears so i wear it around my neck to not live it in my life) He gave me the answer "What is the Point?" "you are where you are and you know where it leads right back here to give the same question to me" i glanced back at the trail to the alley ahead i was out of bread crumbs my clock was dead "where do i go when my time is up?" What trail do i leave? he said, "why leave your self a trail? Do you plan to retrace your steps?" I realized the past is poison I bowed went to walk away "wait, one more thing, my daughter of dimes, Don't leave a trail, but leave your finger prints behind." i walked and smiled on Came again to the still waters where i found peace in the disturbances i caused picking orchids that were dripping with glittered dust. I pick them for the fire so they don't get the Stone angel's touch Your late so late for a very important date run and empty the poisonous fillings of your clocks who is who to time true love ?
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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
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The closest way to fly is to cut across the field
The fastest way to obtain your desires is to kill kill kill Fire!
wild eyes glued to the mirrors wild woes wild cries
Birds in the morning sing a sweet tune Owls at night Because Little birds don't sing to the moon
The fastest way Hurried hearts slow down every one gets their part we'd kill for the spotlight we'd kill to be in love show me the fastest way
I have nine lives Now i'm in my tenth time living something must be wrong
The Closest way to fly its to cut across the fields Run little boy,run fly
All these selfish fish all this vacant sea one huge lot...for a guppy like me
swim on, sugarcane poison hold on to the dust gather spects like flowers A bouquet of chains and rust
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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Sensuality often hastens the growth of love, so much that the roots remain weak, and are easily torn up.
I love that. gardens I've seen are tamed beauty cut and weaved Through out soil that otherwise cements dead bodies So many secrets in our soil A poet is not one to exploit beauty or love unless he writes with his mind and not his throbbing heart A Indian cursed with a never ending heart beat has the women cut out his heart to end the pain of life. The women now has the heart throbbing in her breast Theres this fascination that enthralls me Living. Living is definite we feel that we're alive with every rain drop to the skin every kiss from a friend Every heart ache we bear as we watch the loves of our life walk away with out even a second glance Through all this we seem to care of the undefined We want an ever beating heart Then we don't have to die. True love, is everlasting life
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Saturday, November 10, 2007
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A price on humanity can i buy your love emotion for sell in a candy store which lies about product the tenets, demons? as i walk beside the two endless tracks i realize death and birth are nothing but the same and time: a silly reminder of where my life is supposedly meant to be A child of five will spend his whole life in one big circle confined to one big device malled by the careless messengers love just never stays but for the time it does it feels so great grief and turmoil comes and goes all contributing to the void that connects our feet to our souls all we are is all we'll be temperate simplicity I'm not faking any thoughts I can't fathom your reasons for faitour smiles and plastic skin barbed wire lungs and metal hearts Your glassy eyes and Hydro filled veins making all thats real a false hope and a detained body Dreams drained for scientific pain its so much easier to remain hollow with in but living life and love feels like a better win wilted flowers on a autumn day my kind of winter in the months of may chemical clouds and gas mask tea No one wants to take a drive with me The sunflowers doused in ponds Mistaken for water lilies My poems in chips on the computer and the pages withered frayed, the happenings of my heart deliberately remain unknown Its hard to contain a fire don't you know even more so when its held in a vase the size of your eye the lid, thin glass from the heart of a gnome and the fire ten times the size of my body .... damn i could go for a icy cold coke
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007
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Today death was in my stomach only because a part of me started to live and life caused nausea inside
Its not that I don't see you your always there but almost never at all I look to the dirt for inspiration waiting for a plant to sprout because love and life has been like a California drought
I count each raindrop I count each fear I contemplate on never reaching the wooded sliver coated pier
and your inside of me your under my skin your the bridge over my river your the breeder of my sins
Tell many stories of burden days to come laced meanings of a black tarred sun Driving in the forests Until I reach a dead end road I sit and realize life is the same thing Life is the dirt and flowers Beneath the snow Snowflake kisses And fire lullabies Hushing little babies Heed the man's reply Dragon ventures pass Mouths feeding on smiles And warm silk hearts Droughts in the oceans Waves of salt Become a quench To the sensation of being parched You can't break the ground And you can't destroy the king Even on our death bed He summons the jokers To kid the same thing Life To kid of love To kid of childish stings That makes imprints on our hearts Open wounds that we cover up With imported lace And Mauve bruises Secrets I don't want to keep the secrets this world keeps As Dreams become a false sleep Imagery labeled as false words What are you waiting for? Come I keep asking my self that What am I waiting for? Go
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Wednesday, August 22, 2007
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Current mood:  chipper
Category: Writing and Poetry
dust resides in the desolate wind life is nothing but star dust roll the trick dice and you always will win But what happens now when we resort to play fairly No cheating or lies then do you reach the height of your perfection stopping all the ties to the world that sits there in your stomach poetry consuming everycounsel of your mind your thoughts the predator of this "thing" called limited time life is a strange nexus of the universe that is unbalanced and off centered and death is the drained nectur that rings from our souls Lets go for a drink of juice waiting for us peering at us from the poisoned glass and we think its the liquid that inflicts the harm like herion to your pinpriked arm
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Monday, May 21, 2007
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Current mood:  bouncy
Pawn this beautiful dream i'm floating away, and you can't bring me down i can't bring you down either i love kissing the sunflower at the end of a gray rainbow throwing the money off the titanic dick is most fullfilling because next i'll be the starving child I paid for two tickets and recieved a notice of death. Twas celebration the best Our rosie cheeks soft as petals from the Jungle rare Crinkling pillows from devils hair Peeling scales from dragons far Twas magic and scars Wrap your fingers in this shag I taste the paint from the wolves paws Tis' nothing but my adopted mother FUCK HER_PLUCK HER I'm still deep in this pointless dream & its fun because i can't feel a thing Twidle me this I Twidle my thumbs Your face, broken with glass The very state i'm in *~Ca~*
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Monday, May 07, 2007
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Current mood:  numb
The story saddens me and disturbed fields of endless miles makes the road look long and old i just lay in this coffin and i look up to the collection of stars if life is so luminous why does it linger in the gallows? why is love perched on a shelf gathering dust? Midnight: and my eyes show no desire to close stuck in a transe of what seems like never ending thoughts closed eyes adds another layer to the darkness one more layer to fear countless stitches to wounds that find no satisfaction in closing up lust in fingertips, submerged in ice finding no reason to attempt warmth in the fire cold hands piercing through my numb stomach drawing me back to an asylum of dedicated causes Dawn: and the ending saddens me staring back at numerous endeavours realizing i haven't gotten far compared to where i'd like to go its finding the desire and forgetting about what I want.
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Monday, April 16, 2007
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Silly admiration
a simpler form of moderate obsession
What is it that keeps us here?
What inside us, decides to live in fear?
You walk down the street as a little child
when strangers speak to you
you run but you smile
in innocence death doesn't exsist
innocence begets death
as the final tied up chapter
leaves you hanging
wanting more
your soul stays cooped in the holes you dug and buried
expecting to discover treasure
Your expectations of magic
worn by true anwsers and dire admiration
your heros build you up
to gather power
Where is my standing after things fade?
Where is this admiration heading?
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Wednesday, February 07, 2007
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i compare the lights to the stars
and i see what we've built
cities and skylines
from where i sit, it glitters like the gold in a baby's eye
captivated we stare deeper into the horizons mirage
when in truth its littered streets and dirt
fingers smeared in blood
we materialize so much
the depth of a true glittered star is no illusion
just a memory of mystery
a god with no cause
and i admit to myself
how blind i've been
to erase true heavens for glossed hells
to imagine a life with out any purpose
must be a nightmare
but how would it be to live it
its what i started to do
i don't understand what we've created
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Monday, January 29, 2007
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utter descruction, the stability of a crippled dying man, time frames slower than memory itself. when can i scream, when can the sun shine, and mingle with the water like two lovers in spring. when does forever start. because i'm ready. are we destined to be thrown continueally down? are we doomed as a flower below spikes? i don't think this will ever be finished love can never end. rose petals, are the eye lids we water, hoping they grow into more of a masterpiece, then what our grief and trials will ever amount to, did you know, everything we fear, builds us up. the wings we grow, are woven from tears, woven from every let down, woven by those death stole. We are stronger, but we're not finished.
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Wednesday, January 10, 2007
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I am the one you run from,
grabble the gowd and tame the crowd.
we are murderers, slayers at the finest.
and we carry out crimes with such poise. Take the heat,
the executioner is always smiling.
the hired help, the employed killer,
how do we live with in our selves?
gashes in the bark
counting down to the day we get to fight the beast.
His saliva the sapphire blood in our veins,
dripping down his fangs.
deep moons engage an estranged companionship.
riding on rain to drown to the depth of our death.
so for once we can understand it.
only when we become what we fear.
we can then conquer everything
that keeps us up at night.
when we consume to resolve,
wondering if we're the hunters or the hunted.
The bows and arrows embeded
behind your faitour smile.
Lest we take the steps toward sober love and
heroin joy.
shuting opened doors so i can forget you in
slumber.
I'm still a child, meek and mild.
what predators at a young supposed innocence.
Opague and wild.
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Wednesday, January 03, 2007
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laughing he told me to wait, so i did and i took paces by the phone
he told me he'd call, so i waited
oh the fool I'am
I must be the fool
In his sweet talk he told me, that death was the beginging and how god was, and i clung on to each word, accepting it as my own.
oh the fool i am
i must be the fool
what he said is that love is one thing we take with us forever, and one kiss shattered the stars
oh the fool i am
i must be the fool
time passed and we faded, we were consumed by the very emotion that had created us
oh the fool i was
i must be a fool
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