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"Supress"
I have lost sense of connection
I have found only temptation
Bitter yet as I may seem
You have found no way to judge me
Folding me like origami
Shaping me into your mold
Once again the day rejects me
Twice again time plays a sinner's game
I looked in the mirror today
And what I saw drew only anger
Inside I feel only rage
Supressed by my own intentions
Hidden by my own illusions
Honestly I'm bubbling under the surface
Once these eyes can feel no pain
Once they're steely ice cold grey
I will hand out my heart again
Once I know I won't feel it beating
Present moment won't allow it
Present moment has me strangled...
Get your fucking hands off of my throat...
Once you no longer hear me say
In any way that I will love at all
Then you know my heart has turned
Rock solid, and steely, ice cold grey...
Jan 7, 06
"What They See"
Why did you come here?
I'm not your storm.
Didn't you hear?
We don't beleive in paradise anymore.
Haven't you noticed?
I'm all that's left.
Some rainy night progress
To put me at my best.
A shallow heart's sinking,
Will you let it drown?
A hollow life shrinking,
Will you let me down?
She looks out with tears,
Not stinging, not streaming,
Simply painted in her eyes
With tiny smiles gleaming.
Her face stays blank,
A Confessor's stare.
Void of all emotion,
No presence of despair.
Earth boils bright below
Standing on toxic ground
"That'll do, that'll do,
But make not a sound."
There's an even image
On a broken mirror.
"Sin, baby, sin
It's all that we hoped for."
Spread the legs
So you'll spread the heart.
Track a route to my spine
No maps, no charts...
The life of a paradox
Tried to read it like a song.
Stuck a tune to the words
And never been so wrong.
Don't tell them I'm
Having visions in my dreams.
What the gifted see,
Is never as it seems.
She stood on the rock,
Stretched out her arms
And with bright robes flowing,
She called up the storm.
"Here is what you asked for"
She called into the night.
"Here lies what was promised,
A most wonderful sight!"
Her final words were muffled
And riddled with screams,
"What the gifted see,
Is never as it seems!"
Oct 12, 06
"The Cynic and the Morosoph"
There was once a time,
When tiki torches burned.
An augury of the storm
That a morosoph unturned.
There was once a time,
When the gravel told all.
Without it now,
The world seems too small.
There was once a time,
When nights were spent
Lonely in lovers' arms,
Empty and despondent.
There was once a time,
When I wanted nothing more
Than the craziest of notions.
Hard not to adore…
There was once a time,
When the sun set early.
Days are longer at night,
And the cynic made it surly.
There was once a time,
When the hours filled a soul.
And a splash of paint
Let loose it's taint
To foist a chasmal hole.
Oct 02, 06
"When the Scorpion Stings"
The world is asleep,
But I'm awake.
It's like they watch,
But no one ever sees.
It's this kinda shit
That buckles my knees.
There is worse to be feared,
The kind of pain
Where you're soul is seared.
The trip is the trick.
When you're up on this cliff
To tip is to function,
But she wouldn't dare.
She opened her mouth,
But nothing was there...
She closed her eyes,
And saw only light.
She hid her whole life,
Out of mind, out of sight.
When the scorpion stings,
She takes not a bite,
Merely leaves you to die there,
Out of mind, out of sight.
Forget nothing you know
Live by all that you've learned
Power stems from knowledge
And knowledge is earned.
Sep 23, 06
"Form"
What if the stars
Were lovers entwined?
They could burn there, together,
Throughout all of time.
And if the constellations
Were all in your mind,
You'd see what you wish
And no longer feel blind.
Once, these stars were simple,
And you knew all their names.
But to see them as lovers
Not bound to shame,
You understand form.
There is no reality,
There is nothing concrete.
Form is imagination,
Just a shape you create.
And if the stars were lovers,
They would not care about form.
Theyd crave imagination,
And find peace in the storm.
Think, if we were stars
And could burn here, together,
Then maybe we too
Could last here forever.
Aug 21, 06
"A Somber Extension"
Put down your walls,
Theyre blocking my view.
Let your shining soul
Burst forth, anew.
Imagine a world
As if you never kissed me.
My head starts pounding
And I start to get dizzy.
My heart rate increases,
My breathing gets quicker;
It lasts only seconds
But Ive never felt sicker
So I reenter reality,
Feel you pressed to my back,
And I let down my walls,
I let them go slack.
I take note that youre here,
Not in some alternate dimension.
And I feel in my heart
A somber extension
And as my soul bursts forth,
Shining and anew,
I catch it in mid-flight
And I share it with you.
Aug 18, 06
"Wreckage No More"
You have found my flaw;
The one that's wrecked love before.
You've taken flight with this flaw,
And never once asked for more.
You, with some sweet, melodic tone,
Can make the world turn the other way.
Away from shame, and not afraid
To finally face a brand-new day.
For once, I am unimposed;
Even naked and bound tight, tied neat at the wrists.
For once, I am composed;
Stripped down to my bareness, skinned delightfully
helpless!
To the white flesh of my bones,
My life willingly exposed.
Just my luck, you'd be the one to see!
That I am so quick to feign pleasure,
So simple to excite!
Although I resist, with all of my might.
I am unbearingly trusting, the always-so-sure.
You've found my flaw;
The one that's wrecked me before.
Though I feel that this time,
I shall be wreckage no more.
May 19, 06
"Saturday to Sunday"
writer's have more movie moments than your average dreamer
and you now know how this luscious grin
feels against your silken skin
11:30 pulls us out of dreams we don't remember
three hours later we get done
what we've set out to do since noon
and just one of these plastic cups of coffee
is all it takes to last us through the day
you're predictable when it comes to creamer
but much sweeter than those three paper packets of processed sugar
and I'm the type who simply seasons to taste
we see the world from the same different view
fingers laced down 27th avenue
and is it okay, yeah I think it's okay
to let down my fortress and let myself feel like
every brush is the first time
that I have ever been touched
and I've never been untouched before
not since the day that I was born
they watch us both with emerald-golden eyes
but they don't complain and I don't blame them
for feeling compelled to watch you smile
did you feel that tick of my cheek against your chest?
your heart always holds a different beat
take it slow so greenlight go
is much more satisfying
just another yeild sign
just to spend a little more time
with my wrist wrapped round the back of your neck
well you better get used to it
as well as my fingertips
tracing your curves and your hidden hips
while I listen to you speak the words of philosophies that match my own
and you couldn't tell but on the way home I tested our theory
just to make sure...
and I found I love the rythm of the wind lightly breezing through your hair
window slightly open as you smoke one last cigarette
but through all of this, I must confess
even under pressure and even under stress
that I musn't get carried away...
or at least, not just yet...
Feb 6, 06
"Waves Like My Desires"
the rain like waves
pounding out a heavy rythm
matching heartbeats in a room
where the light would not reach anyway
and the waves like my desires
take me back somewhere with you
where we were lying on our backs
in the cool morning sand
watching every single star
flicker it's last fading light
and the waves like my desires
are nipping at the shore
and now I pretend to wonder
what did we even come here for?
and the rain like my desires
pounding out a heavy rythm
matching heartbeats in a room
where the light would not reach either way
Jan 13, 06
"The Bringer"
I can be your
selfish whore-
or
little miss prim and proper…
the preacher’s daughter.
I can be your poet
who thinks she knows it
all.
I am your muse,
the tease,
the one who lives
to please.
I am the catalyst,
the solvent,
the grape that bent
the vine.
Someone’s name
on your mind?
I believe that name
is mine.
I am the bringer
of worlds.
What you cannot see,
I will show you
with words.
Listen to the paint
sliding over my canvas…
I am the creator.
Imagination
on paper.
Sep 30, 06