A dark thought carries like a spider replicating itself This dark though i carry....
Embracing the darkness to get what you want sure you get what you want FINALLY but in reality theres a cost Humanity lost, looking like a total a**hole , becoming what you do not want to become this darkness i should not embrace is jealousy because when i am jealous i am crazy i am not me its like a demon has taken my body to commit certain horrors upon Humanity Embracing the darkness gets you to your dreams and goals but at the same time the you give up everything else to attain that goal which i won't do i will take the high road to see her again i will not stop and i will do it the right way but being a man and confronting this feeling head on and any man gets in my way just to say i can control the darkness inside of me and wont change me because when i use it two men will enter but one man will be left
Agree or disagree,
is this me?
I'm a wounded man living at the tops of the trees
Taking my compass only to get lost at sea.
We are the smell lingering after the rain,
we are the blood running in your veins.
When I cannot see, you're a bright sky.
they look at me so inwardly.
I can't react to you and it's numbing me
take a breath and try to take this all inwardly.
Please take it slowly,
for there's more about me I still have to find
more to this life I must yet leave behind.
I tried to make it all work out in my head
but it only left me filled with the deepest regret.
The things to come might crush me unexpectedly
and leave me wondering why I didn't wait to ever see
this, now take a breath,
and stop taking up all my time,
there's more about me I still have to find.
I'll let you in when I'm ready for this,
a last simple request before I taste your kiss.
I'd let my words all spill out like ugly crude oil
and before I'll take you, I'll labor and toil.
I wish you didn't invade every crevice in my mind,
because there's more about me I still have to find.
Why is it that you don't understand, just how much I want to be your man.
You play this game with my head, But I don't understand what is wrong.
The things you said, I guess they just didn't belong. What's the point with leading me on?
You like to rub in all these guys, can you see what's in my eyes?
What are you doing, what is wrong? What makes it so I don't belong?
Perhaps it's not worth it, perhaps they are right.
But, what ever. I'm not gonna fight.
Ashes on the ground
what was lost would never be found.
Thick, dark smoke
swam in and out of our guts,
the searing pain at the sight of it ingrained in our hearts.
The buildings were razed to the ground.
Early hours of yester years
christmas period, he recalled
at the stroke of the mid-night exactly
the disturbing sounds came.
Voices and chatter was at its loudest,
he curiously stepped out of his apartment.
His sight was greeted with smoke,
his nose awoke fully the rest of his half-asleep senses.
Fire, he saw.
Walking people on fire
stood still and stared
unable to run forward and help.
His ears vibrated at the sounds of the approaching foot-steps.
He could see people pouring buckets after another
on people and the buildings.
Soon, the police
and the fire men came.
The fires vexed.
The screams we heard from those inside the buildings ceased, those who worked late into the night.
Hose after hose
Ladder after ladder
till the second hour
when it flamed out.
It grew higher and higher,
darker and thicker
till the third hour
when the white smoke prevailed.
Yellow stripes made by the police contained the curious crowd.
Ambulances struggled to revive the fainting people.
Some where in the crowd the man stood.
He kept his head down
a tear trickled down his face.
He had seen fires kissing flesh
and properties transforming to ash.
He witnessed live death
and fires blazing bright.
He saw what he saw.
The National Business Center would be greatly missed.
May God grant you all the fortitude to bear the loss.
What is an appropriate price for a pair of eyes? It depends on whose they are. The New Jersey man who was Albert Einstein's opthamologist removed Einstein's eyes during the autopsy done on the famous scientist in 1955. He has stored them in a safety deposit box ever since and recently announced that they are for sale. He says he believes the eyes could bring $5 million.
- Marketing: Zikmund/d'Amico, April '95
Albert, you who stood modestly
On the shoulder of a giant and saw
Worlds beyond Sir Issac's vanishing point,
we want your eyes!
Eyes that read the Braille of a scarified universe
with relative ease, you, Herr Professor, are
the seeing eye companion for the dim 20th Century.
Atomic pacifist, what patent
is there for your dual vision?
What fair price for your inner eyewitness
Testimony that God is not a gambling man
And the curvature of our Space-Time continuum
is a grave matter indeed?
Your eyes are going to the block soon.
I hope the Smithsonian waves the winning paddle
So you may, at long last, rest your weary eyes
Near the glass jar that contains your Cyclops brain.
The path was lonely
company is not too hard to find these days
Some sweaty rags and a
patched army coat
emerged from a dark
waved me in his direction
he approached me instead
with his friend
which I couldn't see
but it was dark
so I think
along with some money
I will give him the benefit of the doubt
since it is too typical
to assume that if a homeless man is talking
it is to himself
He began to whisper
and inch towards my face
His breath smelled something
that could only
be described in eulogy
Underneath his tumbleweed beard
were deep ridges
filled with dirt and sweat
the Grand Canyon had a son
and disowned him
His advice hit my face
with golden plaque
from the gaps of his teeth
Things will get better soon, my friend
some guffaws and a handshake later
he jumped back off his feet
and into the dark
I continued home
to my own boxed alleyway
thinking it was five minutes
If I ever went back to that
dark of a street
I will hope that he is gone
to find a brighter one
i have a little budgie and i call him tweet
he his very tidy and keeps cage so neat
he his very fussy and dosent like a mess
anything he spills puts him in distress
he his always busy. cleaning when he can
it his fun to watch this house proud little man
he polishes his mirror till it gets a sheen
a house proud little budgie i have never seen
Do they sleep
I wonder now,
As I pass out alone again
with whiskey on my breath
Thinking to myself:
I will always ruin everything I have—
Dicentras in static dance
Roses reticulately arrayed, think of anything--else but her
You can plant a tree in Israel
Wash your hair in holy water
Take nightshade & fall fast asleep
Won't make a bit of difference to me
I knew I wasn't like the other kids when I masturbated in my front yard to see if I could finish before my father got home from work
That's not true, but I wish it was
Would make for a funny anecdote
I used to get beat with switches as a kid
So I'm not into being flogged
But the other stuff I'm cool with
I just want to tune the world out but you keep chirping in my ears all your perilous violences, devastation and dismal notions
Like purificatory maxims long disproven
Sexless clinical aesthetics of articulate animals
Now everything I look at just makes me sadder
And I wish I could forget this sense of senseless worry
Why'd the ghost go to the bar?
For the boos
"Pretty cool rictus"
You said to round man on the triple
And left me facedown—
Here upon this crippled forest of a bed
With swayed wings and beer blotted mind
And more than just a few demons left to find
But they were just here I thought—
You said they'd keep me company
My coffee's cold, my throat it hacks
But all I want is to see your bones spread upon their back
Let's see: suicide V. self harm
Went and bought a Syrian body farm
And that puts Songdoh in the lead with - 45 self worth points
Why do we wait a whole year to make resolutions when we can work on then now?
Are we scared and thus want to procrastinate them somehow?
Why is it that when we're kids we're scared of monsters under the bed
And when we grow older we aren't scared because we realize the monsters are in our head
Why is it that we are scared of the dark whereas it holds the same things when it's light
Is it because we're scared we might do something wrong because we are out of sight?
Why is it that when we see a disheveled man wearing rags we're afraid he might steal
Whereas nowadays smart men behind a huge desk are way better at this deal
Why is it that we ask so many questions but have so many unanswered
Is it because we're scared of the truth that will come out if they're answered?
I'm a one man army at war with myself
Hear my battle cry, take my peace offer
A victory is a casualty is standstill