BLVNK

BLVNK Feb 2014

Drips of tranquility covers even the slittiest form of imperfection
And though our hearts may be restless we seem to push on
Through every blade that's been pierced to sever our well being.
Tempting us to use our spirit of love persuading and misguiding us saying that love is just a feeeling.
But what is love?
how can it be described?
And can we interpret our definition if everyone is hurting?
Is what we've been taught just a way to keep us on a level to not think for ourselves?
Or are we just too afraid to let go of a worldly demise so unforgiving that it will cause us to be ****** from everything and everyone.
Too much is being swallowed in a burning atmosphere we take shots to fill in the pain but feelings are still there .
No matter where you might hide you can't escape from being doomed from the destruction history has caused and may it will be repeated.
From earth to stars space to beyond we have questions to be asked and many run
Due to the majority of how much darkness has overwhelmed the light of the sun.

BLVNK Feb 2014

Enemies Of Shadow Within

There are lines being crossed
And borders jumped over,
We realize there's no true loves.

From souls to spirit,
Flesh to eyes
We come and are born in lies.

It's goes left to right
In a path that withers
All that enters are turned to stone.

Flashes dim
No energy to see
An enemy of shadows within.

Faded pictures, burned prints
Transparent mirrors,
And evil elegance.

Nights and days come and go
Shallow ice
On a concrete floor.

Dead ends,
tormented dreams
Fragments melt from awareness of sin.

Are there parts missing
Are there any friends,
Still fighting enemy shadows within.

BLVNK Jan 2014

Untitled

A consequence to squeeze off a weapon filled with hollow tips to contradict a slaughter with emotion such a ***** moment .
Now your in juvenile reminiscing 25 to life ***** no parole, no *******.
In notebooks a story written visually writing down things that's been a bad decision showing physical entities.
That ***** you shot last night a bad sight you might catch a double charge cause his wife ain't holding back.
It gets to that trying to control a group filled with misfits trying hit **** but you played yourself Mr. Dickens.

BLVNK Dec 2013

Bipolar in Love

And where theres life
there is love,
From earth to stars
and heaven above.

So can we fly like angels,
gliding through lifetimes of hurt,
Burning bridges
just to build a new path that works.

I cry sometimes even though your eyes are mine
So many caution signs aligned to keep a conscience mind
Contemplating suicide its my choice so I'll decide
Through this world of smoke walking around partially blind.

BLVNK Dec 2013

Greed

Does anyone wants to be alone in the dark
Lost without directions just flesh and a heart
We all become stranded from day to day
Hoping that we will find someone compatible with the same faith
But we seem to see the same grey face
scary as hell locking love to someone that doesn't prevail
Getting beat up inside so our mental starts to swell
Our emotions becomes the cell building blocks without a bail.

A common trick lead out by logic sense
The way you've cried tears a underwater metropolis
The wounds are cut, so thick blood are shooting from your veins
You try to hide the pain so you sing hymns but reminisce
About a love you once had back in pages of your life
From the way you met to the grity lust sessions living trife
But nobody made any type of effort to keep you on a path
To righteousness they rather see you struggle living fast
What type of wrath is this it makes me mad and ****** to see a women cursed
with imaginary gauges on there abdomen.
To realize that a man a breed like me to treat there opposite with such grief
No true beauty they just see a simple piece of meat
But you can't blame a man we hunt **** but in the end we are all poisoned
From something we misused
By the way we neglected something so good
But in a way to much of anything can **** you.

BLVNK Dec 2013

Fables

While I see trains pass a hour in my past are hoping that I can rebuild a fallen staff.
Its 1 o'clock no police men to decant a crime committed by henchmen watching startled for the love of cash.
How many snakes are camouflaged in this land of mine planting landmines to realign a **** boys aim.
Kind a strange to live a life blind folded in areas a beef is cooked cause your a project of the innocents.
How should I remember this, a partition signed by those that are ignorant in a enormous clique of amateur extortionist.
Low as hell snorting short lines of drug substances getting high off there own supply of sugar cain.
A long range of rage walking down blocks ****** a long list of coke heads on cold streets overdosed.
Shots of comatoses, breaking oxygen flowing through my brain feeling deranged about the faint choices made.
Regarding a future for a young boy to walk amongst endangered jungles, force fields and muzzles for a dog trained to ****.
Steal made to be loaded by bullets filled gunpowder for war showers filled with wannabe gangstahs.
It goes like that as well as United States embacies remembering a war stopping time from 39 to 45.
>>>UNDER CONSTRUCTION<<<

BLVNK Dec 2013

Constructive Criticism

So many questions in my head about simple religions
are they something God made or just devil envisioned?
Its kind a practical but if I ask I'm demon possessed
**** let me breathe in this cult I manifest.
I'm lead to believe in something I don't understand
I ask with such command am I insane because of this.
They tell you two things opposite from each other
but share the same views like prosperity and salvation.
Telling you to not follow Islamic Ramadan,
Hinduism caste systems or anything that corrupts the mind.
To me its just nothing but simple communism
an oxymoron for morons without a way of living.
Too many days hoping for a message in a source in a enlightened force instead of letting nature take its course.

How many years am I gunna live behind shades
Even my shadow gets the most attention.
Tired of wishing for the best still the stress keeps consuming
success is up a hill a thousand miles away.
Only if I had dreams to steal just to **** time
A false grind running in circles chasing my own ***.
well even a dog wouldn't chase after a ***** with a fur collar
I'm a dog barking at these strays.
No choice no vision just a broken sand clock
paused days seems to delay my own knowledge.
No oracles its rhetorical trapped inside of Matrix living a basic life
Brainwashed by circles of successors.
So many serpents biting my flesh in this Garden of Eden
Starving and bleeding constantly dreaming when I'm sleep
and when I'm sleeping I'm 2 steps behind.