13 - Hello Poetry

13 Aug 2013

"You won’t affect me,
I’m in control”

The words that stoked the embers

Long ago-
laziness, my wife
****** it all over
and ambition, my father
abandoned his son
the dogma rewrote itself
before my brother, conviction
was convicted of capriciousness
-my family was lost

Death is a powerful thing
it’s transcendence, one could say
and when the future dies
the present is lost in disarray
to think so lightly of the end
is foolish, arrogant, in fact

If a ******* wishes to die,
does he curse the world or the ones that fed him to it?
there is a lot of hate going around
hate that can’t be absolved simply by love
this ******* is hell spawn

It takes will to overcome fear
not courage or bravery
vanity words for a vain republic
getting plastered on screens worldwide
yeah that’s it… overcoming fear
Becoming it

What more can money buy?
A new life? A new dream?
A reset button?
Unlikely

A simple barter on the divine sale
ideals don’t come without risks
the higher the horse, the longer the fall
but that’s not the case at all
the highest one here gets to buy **** IT ALL
the ultimate get out of jail free card

But I’ve already gotten way off track

Either way,
you won’t affect me
I’m in control.

You won't affect me,
I'm in control - Long live the misanthrope (soilwork)

AMAZING SONG!

13 Aug 2013

Fever dreams

Nonsensical,
weaving stories more real than reality
bland tongue can't taste its own demise
out with it, before the cancer spreads
iron maiden jacket, draining the flesh
upon pants of blood, sipping pints of lager

Four and a half kilos,
resting on the forehead of destitute
feeding on the united colors of phlegm
boiling water can't melt this viscous bile
unnecessary wait at the *******
leg left dead, the night vomits red

Classic self,
addicted to suffering, ******* apathy
******* wildly into a fruit grinder
getafix while you're still an idiot
pretending to eat out of empty boxes
yeah, this is as real as it gets.

I'm sick again...

13 Jul 2013

Sophism

I'll tell you why I don't deserve to win
because I really don't deserve to win
I am the alpha and omega of failure
seriously
because if I've won, it means that someone, who was actually supposed to win,
didn't
If you think that I am the king of losers then you are wrong
I lose even there
it's true, losers have champions
I'm not one of them
I am the key to my downfall
when clouds in summer pass by over head, it only rains on me
even in the company of others with me
this is the glory of my being,
to deposit checks only to watch them bounce
do not grow sympathetic towards my words,
the fallacies of sophists are all the fad these days
my poetry is quite literally a fluke,
meant to soothe the boorish eyes and ears
of those who don't know better
simply, a child's rant to whoever is listening
A tantrum unchecked
fodder for credulous cattle,
you will not buy
my victory here would mean my destruction
most certainly, the heartbreak of someone who has hoped for the opposite
I, the tragic son of fate and loss, am destined to wed grief
I beg you to see truth,
not reason
for if I deserve to lose and I don't, then let me win so I don't.

13 Jul 2013

Looking through the eyes of the eyes looking through

Her vision steeped before we crossed
but no more to ignite the eyes
losing track of what was behind, I didn’t bother.
I carried concern on my chest, no boulders on my shoulders.

I parlayed with my self, negotiating control.
A small taste of freedom beckoned,
to feel and smell and crave the fancies I fancied.
Natural impulse, artificial dissolution.

A leading discourse to
dry this saturating boredom
with sponges more righteous than martyrs.
And burn these tears of impassive self pity
in the fires of a desert immolated.

A frozen face on my stone like heart.
Inequity realized and resolved.

Silence is a drug of the lazy and the wise
I am neither, but I despise them both
and too, the darkness with which speaks, my mind.
Slip into a corner, watch the echoes play.

lest luck has its day;
before I bite the cold earth for good;
I will see the martyr walk from the pyre
and witness myself burning with desire.

Posted on July 1, 2013

13 Jun 2013

Distraction

the time for wallowing has passed
there’s always a time for everything. we’re all but nothing
so watch me throw smiles upon frowns and mutate them erratically
wait for the ticking to stop, that means go.
go grab what little courage you have left and get ready to fight
to recover that lot you’ve lost; courage.

then go make jokes about the guy who’s always scared to stand up for himself
because he doesn’t know better and you know better than most.
*******
scratch that itch until you strike bone
excavating yourself is a good hobby, maybe it’ll help you get over the fact that you’re powerless when you discover you have a spine.

*** that makes so much sense! lets all grab spoons and dig into each others heads to find out who’s got none.
I got some. some wisdom to impart into the weeping hollows
to finally try and dry their tears. and help them catch the eye of that not so noticeable maiden that’s eying them.
yeah, I noticed.

make it a point to stay happy and distracted
there’s very little you can do but at least its not killing you
or better, sit there and count ants while I’m nailing that sweetheart you’re so afraid to talk to
she is a wonderful distraction, I’ll tell you that.
*******
you could have been hitting that. but then you thought
maybe, now is the time for wallowing.

13 Jun 2013

Emoting the rain

Fall, oh rain! why mock our pain?
suffocate and squirm with your laments
engulf this tortured earth and soothe its tantrums
we are nothing but obstacles in between
while you drift through turbulent times
we stomp and watch, anticipating your despair.

Cry for us again; we are parched
your tears, to sate; this anxious wait
seems eternal before the darkness,
the grey - saturating all light
paints your gloom; that's so like you,
still hiding the sun away.

Spying on the unaware, your amorphous eyes
glare and pinch a wail, unwelcome gale
like burst fire you ****** water; no more
at your mercy we scour your shadows
your breathless hue ignites the senses
blooming hope in defeated hearts

..and death in your wrathful art.

monsoons are here! :)

13 Jun 2013

The flow of things

I asked for success
disappointment came first
failure pursued close
so did the burdens of all my hopes

I've lost all sense in the things around me
mixing my hatred with apathy to slumber in pity
no bar girl's ***** will construe this animosity
thrashing mad within the synapses of my mind

if in finding the light I will be saved,
then I will break every ******* bulb that glows
such a shame - wallowing for name
pain is the ultimate game

lets see who can take the most punishment
they place bets and take shots
they is the flow of things
and they are *******.

lost my gig at wacken. just the way i lose everything every time.
one chance to prove myself is all i ask and i cant even get that.
my life is a pain in the ***.