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-an entire spinning rock of
filled with people spilling the
contents of their heads
just so they can feel
their confused attempts get
there's no feeling in the feeling
and it infects them...
it's so intense, and they wonder
why it makes no sense
they wonder why it hurts to
breath, so they assume they're
drowning in this murky sea
and subconsciously deny them
that they will ever find
someone that can make
i crashthere is no justice
i learned that from the aftermath
life passes by in a flash no matter
how you dance this sacred dance
trippin' over these two left feet
thinkin' over and over again about
how i tend to lose certain things
i think the world must be evil
takin' away the things that matter the most
and denying me anything real
whats the fucking deal
like tsunami waves
and if you look into my face
not just at it
you will see genuine panic
one more drastiC upheaval to add
to the rest i can't handle
leaving me burnt out like a candle
its so dark and i'm blind, its not right
.... to be continued...?
bLindThe wind carries meaning. As it picks up, reach your branches into it. Let it's force cause you to sway. Shed your dead leaves until there is nothing left. Keep rising up into the sky, and keep digging those roots deeper. Float on a sea of whatever it is that it may be, flying so free, in your mind completely blind to see the sight of things...
Some people swerve through life wearing thin spots into their souls while trying to suck the souls out of others. Eventually, this will rest on their conscience. The rest of the world will look like an angry mob coming for them. If you gamble with the devil, you will lose every time.
Careless souls suffer. Whether it be a sign of a new day or just a passage of time, what you harness has the ability to pick things up, to possess your soul with light. So is the plight of the being.
Rays of Madnessi throw my habits into the fire
it's an uphill battle with bald tires
it's like driftin' off the roadside and slippin' into the gutter
when i smother my worries avoiding slumber
so no wonder i hurry so drastiC
then be actin' all like,
"i don't know what happened"
plastic bags of magic explodin' open
spraying rays of madness that we're smokin'
chokin' on broken pieces of our lives
hopin' we'll achieve somethin'
before we die--
Concern for the same old...it happens as it always happens
meanwhile, the drastic double-back
they can't see where they are going
with no light, so they darkstep...
but if there is trouble in paradise
it's a major concern--
we all love sunny days
but everyone hates a sunburn...
it's the way they crash n' burn
that makes their face taste the
rugburn in a way that they make
sure no one else gets hurt...
and the shallow will pull you under,
so deep... take my word for it...
3swerveSthat which comes from the mind
does not adhere to concepts of time-
this space cannot be replaced by
any amount of days gone to waste-
but does something cease to exist
simply because it cannot be defined?
or does lack of definition give it
meaning by nature of it's design?
when i get to the top,
i'mma breathe all the air for you-
i'mma scatter clouds, and
i'mma make the sky more blue-
those things that are not right
i'mma fight to make them true-
it's a fight just to make it through somehow,
but now, here's to all the things i gotta do....
i saw you speakin' lies
with all the other less-than-distant types
seeking out their own demise
but these aren't just troubled times, (right?)
i'm just blind
i can't see when it's "storytime"
so i spite my mind to tighten up my spine
head tripsclumsily synthetic, manufactured out of reasons
that are somewhat pathetic... head trips, even
when no one suspects it, always tend to
affect their own reflection. don't miss this opportunity
to learn a Golden Lesson, and to adjust and make
corrections. be aware, talk right. don't waste any
time forming false ties, propagating lies, or having
to wear a disguise-
*real people can tell whats real by looking
into your eyes. to you, this should come as no
i stare at thinGsit's that sly intensity
that gets the best of me
resting on frequencies
that whisper so deafening
can't manage to think with all these
mental pictures still beckoning
just chill on the destiny thing...
who knows what the future could bring
more coldness and no hope and mostly broken dreams
moments that won't show you notice clarity?
i stare at things
mind wandering rather carelessly
i stare at things
i don't even know what i'm thinking
i push the envelopEextensive input fishin' with patience
waitin' for a response anticipation
is shakin' look into the spot-
what do you make of it?
what can you take from it?
me i don't know i guess
i push the envelope and the temperature
of my demeanor yo is hella cold-
so if aces are wild and suicide kings
are on trial i think i might just fold
but know that i'll be doin' it
jack-knife style so as not to defile
the common courtesy placement of
what's to be expected but if i
stand corrected i will consider
my intentions deflected and rather
dream-like and majestic
and bet that somewhere in there lies
a lesson to be learned, so light the fire
of destiny and as it burns deny all
the questions and lies and spur of the moment
reactions so drastic they hurt-
Comfort!Warm hand on my back
Gentle breath, soft sigh through hair
Soft kiss of comfort
Bestowed from familiar lips
Soothed, ready for life again.
Leaving the NestContemplate the blue skies
and run by the skeleton trees
on the horizon of all you knew.
This is the part where you
spread your arms and pretend
you know how to leave the ground.
In my mind, you do,
taking off heaven-bound in a
graceful ascent while all I do
is call for you and try to grab your
ankles slim, your shoelaces undone.
You laugh despite the cloud-cover chill,
and I wrap myself like a rosary around your leg
with a hail Mary full of grace,
the Lord is with me but so is gravity...
we are far above the world and
I am terrified of heights but
even more fearful of letting you fly alone.
The TimekeeperI am the hour-counter,
collecting time like water caught
on the bottom of a glass.
The wasted minutes you exchanged
for blue-sky dreaming,
the seconds on the porch with
your song-bird smile,
they're all here:
stuck to the sides of my hourglass.
Blink and You'll Miss ItThe wind reminds me of
the empty space to my left,
which I swear you filled
only minutes ago.
But if I rested my hand
where you were sitting,
it would be just as cold as
the realization that you're gone.
A Slower Way to DrownCry me an ocean crashing,
its sultry blues rolling.
I am tumbling through the deep,
and I've forgotten I can't breathe.
Salt in my lungs, rattling.
I am buried up to my neck,
my head facing the tides that
come whispering in.
Color by NumberI want to scream in color,
tearing at my chest so that
my heart shows the spectrum of self.
Take the reds and throw them
on the blank wall behind me,
I don't need that shade on my conscience
Find your blues and
color my irises with them,
I just want to see the world
in anything but greyscale.
Green sits in my chest,
let it settle there before
I finally have the courage to evict it.
Purple is my heart,
you've wounded me.
White NoiseThere's a dreadful pounding in my ears
and it's meant to drown you out
like last night's thunder.
A Cold RenewalMake me pure,
like today's unmarked snow.
Windows are glowing with warmth,
soft amber lighting that casts itself in
stained glass fragments across these
I want release to color me
in that same way,
relief washing me out and
re-painting me in golden tones
that only letting go could understand.
I unclench my tired hands and
trade bitter sighs for peace.
Absence of Soundso much can be said when so little is spoken
you scream in my ears with your silent emotion
chokin' on the words swervin' back down into my gut
open the mouth to remove all doubt and the air gets cut
when i reflected back on the thought all i got was static
but saying too much can be tragic; silence is less problematic
automatically we assume the worst of thinGs.....
never realizing the unnecessary nervousness this brings
sure that we heard some things in the absence of sound
but venturing into that void will guarantee
you will never be found--
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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