Archive for December, 2013

Stereotype X

Posted: December 3, 2013 in Uncategorized

Turned on the light for all to see
Digging into eternity
Six feet under, feeling cold
Since your dreams have all been sold
Gag me with a spoonful of diplomacy
Fool me with your psychology
But never see if you can fool me twice
I bite hard until you suffice

Hook me up to your nirvana
So that i can carve the swastika in my skin
Not feeling the pressure of the needle
As it pushes further in

Hardcore and past teasing
Forgetting that you had a reason
Banging my head against the wall
Pushing me until I fall
Jinxing the steps i make on the ground
Making your words sound more profound
So this is what it feels like to be sober
It’s been fun, but now it’s over

Perhaps since you’re obliviousy fluttering about,
You should put the pillow on your face to smother the numbness out

Hook me up to your nirvana
So that i can carve the swastika in my skin
Not feeling the pressure of the needle
As it pushes further in

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Dischord’s Fury

Posted: December 3, 2013 in Uncategorized

D is for disorder
I is for inquizition
S is for solitude
C is for catrition
H is for hypocrisy
O is for obstinance
R is for revolution
D is for despair

Gramercy, my good sir
For your teachings of truth
Revealed unto me
That I’m nothing
But a child
With shattered dreams

A fleeting matter
Of imperitive study
That sways in the wind
A blackened hole
Of contained sanity
Which upon the soul you rend

I offend you with my talk
My war of words is fully enraged
Seeing spots of red in my vision
In your personal space, rattling your cage
Wounded soul, cry out
Repent, confess and scourge
Hint at some form of salvation
As we sing this corporate dirge

Rotting flesh
Is my new virtue
Pale and unripe
Desolate minions
Hidden nostalgia
Bleeding Positive O-type

Linoleum wrapped
Put away to good use
In an incinerator
Our brains
Infested with lies
Words into a generator

I offend you with my talk
My war of words is fully enraged
Seeing spots of red in my vision
In your personal space, rattling your cage
Wounded soul, cry out
Repent, confess and scourge
Hint at some form of salvation
As we sing this corporate dirge

You went away in my time of need
You left me behind when you knew I was yours
I will never let you take me for granted again
I promise
I offend you with my talk
My war of words is fully enraged
Seeing spots of red in my vision
In your personal space, rattling your cage
Wounded soul, cry out
Repent, confess and scourge
Hint at some form of salvation
As we sing this corporate dirge

Death’s Eyes

Posted: December 3, 2013 in Uncategorized

Death has pretty blue eyes like yours.
They flutter lightly in my face and flicker
into the oblivion that was set before me.
This abyss I was forged in fills with locusts
and all I want them to do is dissipate or
relocate into the world and consume it
the way we were consumed by this whirlpool-
Charybdis herself pulling me under the depths.

You always liked to play dress-up, and you still do.
That perfume you found in your grandmother’s closet
suits you in your little world that I was never a part of.
I was never pretty enough for your doll collection
so I walked home alone in the rain, and my silver locket
heart rusted over and fell to dust on the pungent asphalt.
And then I saw the headlights like a madcat’s eyes
and heard the screeching brakes as the pain and darkness mixed.

Death has pretty blues like yours
as I wake up and he’s staring at me.

I hold this lighter in my hand
The flame holds my eyes captive
In a matter of speaking
In this flame is how I live
A burning desire inside
To be heard, if not seen
For seeing me may hurt you
But my voice is another being
It haunts the cathedrals
In its own bat like way
Shapes and tones into demolition
The fallen angel wants to play
Her finger’s on the trigger now
This game has gone too far
I evict the gun from her hands
Yet I worship this morning star

 

Each rasping breath I take

Is another day I break
Befriended by a shadow
The clock keeps ticking by
This absence of feeling high
Has sent me down below

 

Ardent surrender
To whatever may arise
You may laugh at me now
But at least I’ve opened my eyes
Too late everybody
To stop me now
I’ve got to endure this
I just don’t know how

 

Hidden in a cloak of gray
Yellow eyes of intent
In the glittering sun they haze
Red-headed step child of the North
Wrathful demon of Hell
Flawed beyond comparison
Waiting for the toll of the death-bell
It’ll ring in judgement’s halls
To echo along with my voice
In the slipstream of my addictions
I keep trying to make a choice
On whether to kiss your feet
Or to spit in your face
Behind the veil of mystery
There’s answers that cannot be replaced

 

Each rasping breath I take
Is another day I break
Befriended by a shadow
The clock keeps ticking by
This absence of feeling high
Has sent me down below

 

Ardent surrender
To whatever may arise
You may laugh at me now
But at least I’ve opened my eyes
Too late everybody
To stop me now
I’ve got to endure this
I just don’t know how

If Leaves Had Eyes

Posted: December 1, 2013 in Uncategorized

If leaves had eyes
would they see in black and white
or would they see in color
muddling the chalks of our world?
If leaves had a tongue
would they babble like a brook in springtime
or would they only whisper
like the wind whipping through my golden-red hair?
If they had ears
would they listen to my questions
or would they hold their fingers in those ears
and sing at the top of their lungs to drown me out?
If leaves had a nose
would the environment be pungent
or would the smells be soft
like the powdery chalk on my hands
as I capture those leaves on paper
with my charcoals, oranges, reds, yellows and browns?