On my way
To the grave
I will save
Nothing manmade
Death the thief
Drags us beneath
Go in peace
Sweet release
Shifting tide
Serpentine
Behind their ties
They can only lie
Bitter qualms
Somber psalms
Play the odds
Trust in the gods
Testify
Thee end is nigh
Deify
The empty sky
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 10:28 AM UTC
It was the best of times
it was the worst of times
it was never a good time to lose my mind
I find delaying the inevitable only buys you time
Plagerize my lexicon
You are the choosen one
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
That moment when you need someone who you can be completely vulnerable with, but you realize she's no longer there. You realize...she was never there.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
Brainwash, rinse, repeat
Brainwash, rinse, repeat
You are either stubborn and wrong, or easily manipulated.
Brainwash, rinse, repeat
Brainwash, rinse, repeat
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
Happiness is the delusion we all share. The hope that;
this is the winning ticket,
this is my big break,
this is the one true god,
this person really loves me.
Obsessed with the dream, we lose ourselves in it and fall blindly off the mountain. Calm and gentle, you begin to fly. The cool wind moves across your face and you find bliss in your ignorance. The sound is loud and cancels out caution. It is the siren's song being screamed in your ear. Open your eyes!? Why???
The air is clean. The ecstasy is pure. The mountain loves you.
But the tables turn like a friend putting a bullet through the back of you skull, lakeside to your favorite memory.
The fall does not send you to heaven, but to hell. Paralyzed and screaming; you are alive, but just barely.
Bones puncture skin,
blood pools,
muscles squirm,
your mind knows nothing but pain.
Thriving in agony, you call for help but the mountain has no ears. Drown yourself in the puddle of blood, spit, **** and tears before shame eats you alive. It stirs near by, waiting for a taste of the gullible sack of meat the mountain has sacrificed for them. A final futile attempt at hope draws you back in. You try to touch the memory of the wind, the trip, the fall, but it becomes the cinder-block dragging you into the abyss. The object of your desire has become the shackles of your torment.
Love is a lie and you fell for it.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
Jesus ******* Christ I know that every word is true
Eat your body, drink your blood, glorify the death of you
Jesus ******* Christ it is so easy to believe
An army of priests, nuns, and pastors bring me to my knees
Jesus ******* Christ pass judgement on the sinners well
Rain fire from the skies and send the evil back to hell
Jesus ******* Christ I have faith in ever word you've said
Lets play Parcheesi together in heaven when I'm dead.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
Compromise and decay are difficult things to digest. Striking like gravity on the spine, slow and sure. They are as inevitable as my need to avoid them. All the lust, passion, and greed I wish to swim in for an eternity dies with the same cancer that eats my body away. The maggots, flies, desperation, and despair, all attack me simultaneously and with an unstoppable desire to thrive on my remains.
They are relentless and I am not.
Make like a good boy and lie down, ready to decompose with acceptance and grace. I'll place a bag on my head for decency and my wallet on my chest for convenient identification. Perhaps some intelligent future civilization of the cockroach's descendants would like to know about my sad demise. I know the humans won't.
"Misguided", they will say. "Not enough Jesus in his soul to beat back the demons", will say the child ******* priests. Spit on by a hundred million naysayers, in between their ************ and repenting. Given billions of one star reviews because zero stars isn't an option. Oh , I miss the the maggots, the flies, the devastation, and the despair. They were my enemies, and now my only friends.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
I see you lying there ever still,
Resting from another day done.
With colors and canvas strewn across the bed
You have collapsed into a beautiful slumber.
How I long to see through your mind’s eye
How I long to be with you there.
I look to you to enjoy a swim in your tranquil aurora.
Your mind is a dream I long to see
Your body is an architecture I have made my home
Your future is ours.
We crave passion and hunger together.
We wrestle demons and grow unbounded.
We create space and purpose.
We will build a great empire with our desire.
But not now
Now I am calm
Now you are peace
Together we are still
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
That smell is in the air.
The one that stands your hairs on end.
It narrows your focus and sharpens you wits
with just the right kind of wrong.
The hunt is on.
Should I rush in like a simpleton?
An ignorant *** how crass
No. Sneaky, sly, and quick
easy and slick.
Lick the taste and smell that smell.
How hot is the fire in hell?
I've got a sixth sense for these things.
It brings a pain so low I know so very well.
THE CHASE! ahh...the taste.......
It moistens the lips with a primitive urge my ancestors command.
The persuasive beauties blossom
with tight skin squeezed between their cotton confines.
They beg me to set them free.
So innocently they burn down the walls I've built of love and devotion.
The notion has struct, the match is lite
A fire burns in my eyes.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Getting it's easy.
Everyone wants it, everyone's given it, everyone gets it.
We play a different game, but it's all the same.
You buy your fancy clothes and cars,
eat your fish eggs and drink down your expensive bars.
I don't need that ****
It doesn't take much, anything and everything goes.
Just do it with some swagger, some flare, an apathetic stare and you'll be walking on air.
Get them wet
and
you're
set.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC