odd/wicked sense of humor?
always looking for a friend...msn/yahoo/aol: nothing227
i like to walk in the rain without an umbrella and write bad poetry and take interesting photos.
investinthis itsalwaysonedamnthingoranother
sojustconfessadmit imnotonewithtowonder
sittingherewaiting unpluggedwithoutpower
blissfulandlistless withaddstirmixedinsorrows
feelingtheburn justneedingsomemore
tryingtostayclean inaroomfilledwithwhores
myselfthecontagious selfsatisfiedandinfected
quarantinedandcontained consumedthenrejected
iknewallalongthatthelongrun-waswrong
ranstraightintoitspath-thiscollision
fuckfateandthepastits-myvision
somuchtosaywhenthere'snoone-tolisten
deafearsblindeyesandcoldhearts
argumentsforgivenwithatouchinthedark
handsinterlacedbringusbacktothestart
howcaniletgoitsattachedattheheart
andnotsoonerorlater
butneverreplaced
aholeleftunfilled
yetreflectingaface
afeelingoncecherished
turnednowtodisgrace
theseregretsfeelsohollow
inaheartfardisplaced
illtrytoforget
whatiknowdreamswillremember
allthetimes
alltheplaces
ofwhatwasonce
twotogether
....and I shall regress into neanderthal-like simplicities- a modern age antiquity- falling- to my hands and knees- forever lost in new technology- falling- into mechanical hearts- trampling- through metallic body parts- looking- for some kind of a fresh start- away from all the gloom...- and the dark.
blue-glassy eyes hide thought-filled despise
a silented voice choking swollen tongue-pride
an actor not acting in a meat-suit born guise
what's truth without action while we thrive on the lies?
but i'll...
see you on the flip side
of a coin i called in hindsight
don't need to guess i've always know
wherever i am it's away that they go
i can't even pretend but if you say so
i'll let go of my end so you can have all the rope
just loop it quickly 'round the front of my throat
tie the knot tightly, kick the chair to the flo'(floor)
my head it feels numb and i can't see your face
time traveling through memories fycking decades in space
of the dark and the light though the dark it prevades
all the debts all the scars all the 'must be(s)' repaid
all the heres all the ares all the never once was
all the fears of the cause and a heart's empty love
and the years they stretch far into unending days
from the pains from the flesh rip-hijacked away
legs now are tingling and hands feel on fire
so stupidly swinging in dance-dangling desire
i ain't no bojangles but i can two-step you to death
come over and under and scoot a bit to the left
but it's all in my head and that's of course out of place
it's the blood swell bringing forth flushing instinct innate
so fyck the me you and us i'm getting out of this race
get my azz on the bus and i'll come see you some day
then so we'll stay...
...in rainbow colored rays and sunshine happy ways
always laughing always loving never counting time again
falling down just for fun. would you care to join me? here's the moon and here's the sun, what else may i to owe you? if not that then here's this gun, and here's this fist, you'd better run. i'm coming fast, i'm coming with it. with what(?)-this bat, commence the swingin.'
with broken teeth and bleeding gums i spit shyt out across the walls with blood. with the help of grav-i-ty, my words they seep down ver-tic-ally, in time smeared uncomprehensive...unless written down and remembered. mailed out, but in the end(as always) marked 'return to sender.'
running through self-created booby traps i trip and fall but i'm still too fast behind me feel the force of blasts the heat of which has burned my ass and yet again i seek to pass why do you bother they always ask i have no choice this is my task in their repulsion i do so bask they call me mr. everlast.
so many maddening memories- so many screams inside my dreams- i think i've lived this life before- i swear i've heard you knock on that door- full of these two guns and my ears, they're ringin'- see just how much pain my shyt be bringin'- clickety-clack as i cock back the gats- shitt-ti-ty shat goes that load in ya pants- watch brightness fade to glassy skies- see sparks dimming in two blue eyes-
no more words for you and no more lies- no more fakeness phony sunshine smiles- i can see it all and it goes for miles- laying in one big heaping, stinking pile-
discarded and erased- bulletholes replace face- it's not violence- just the human race- now i'm ahead- i've set the pace- it's all so clear and locked inside my heart- it's such a shame this way we had to part- too lose it all...- after being found- in the dark.
the weak shall rule the world through money-soaked oligarchies and bequeathed nepotistical alliances. as it has been for some time and so continues. so twirl those new shiney keys, make sure the make-up is perfect, and check the hair one last time. then hide back inside a hollow pretty shell which will die one day from disease or unforseen accidental circumstance, rotting away into a pile of useless, stinking matter. without honor.fyckers.this ain't the gawdaym 'matrix.'