Short sided half blinded
Slight of hand and I’m reminded
Tricks hidden up his sleeve
As well as the Ace of diamonds
always ready for the next  show
As it must go on as we all know
Well suited half cocked fully booted
Well dressed and nicely suited
mischievous clever handsome gent
More confidant than the president
Well worded heavy handed compilments
Flow like honey from his lips
Sparkling smile and sinister grin
witty banter and articulate speech
Each magic trick a selfish greed
To trip you up and slow your speed
Prepared illusions well practiced form
precisly metered and preformed
Perfected evil and aptly staged
To keep you fooled and entertained

Click click click click
His shoes hit the ground with that sound
Walking
Thinking
Plotting
Sinking
Into his abyss he takes me
Shoved
Covered
Hiding
Seeking
On my Chest a heavy feeling
His full weight, my eyes hit the ceiling
As he grasps my throats, my soul steps out
Into my NEW world, I crawl slowly towards a door that is not there
Wake up! Wake up! My voice cracks
I am not asleep...
Locked
Blocked
Blood
****
Time ticks STOP! ******* clock
Run
Stash
Slash
Blast
Get out of here girl and fast
Placed
Cased
Traced
Erased
Never will I be the same

I tried to **** it
But if came back to life
I tried to choke it
But it refused to die
I took my car and ran it over
But it just gave  me a smile
I tried to drown it
But it kept on breathing
I left it dying
But it went back to being
I pushed it in front of a moving train
But no luck as of yet, it still remains
One time I locked it in a room that had no door
But it managed to escape and punish me some more
I left it in the middle of nowhere
But it refused to get lost
I pushed it down a flight of stairs
But that only ****** it off
I poured gasoline on it and lit a match
But it refused to burn and proceeded to laugh
I tired to convince it, it doesn't exist
It refused to believe me, then cruely hissed
I tried to bury it deep underground
But it dug a way out thru a hole it found
I tried to shoot it in the chest
But of course it was wearing a bulletproof vest
My list of premeditated plans of the destruction of "it"
Has not gone well, in fact the opposite!

Should I define the explanation
I love a good cross examination
You interject so crudly I have to question
The reasoning for this strange expedition
a useless attempt on your part my dear
Maybe you’ll trip over the truth this year
A fruitless Journey, Mr District Attorney
A disarrayed and unbelievable story  
You weave a dark and deceitful tale
conceited hard headed unfortunate male
Misdirectting the jury cheap distraction
waiving a wand for a nice reaction
It will not change or alter the facts
The truth always finds its way back
Cleverly worded and with particular jabs
Aimed to destroy any chance you had
skillfully and with style and wit
Disassembled every lie you tried to get away with
determined and with direct intent
Eviscerated and attacked your defense
Easily directed and earned the  jurors trust
With the ease of a professional psychiatrist
But all of this is not in vain
A lesson here has been learned and gained

A friendly wager between the two
A shake of hands and it was through
God and the Devil struck a deal
How many souls could they steal
subjects of a sinister bet
Humans as the main event
Our fate a twisted competition
boredom replaced by a bad decision
Who would win the most souls
And bragging rights and gold medals
A different kind of entertainment
To keep them busy for a minute
This madness trumps all rational
Where right and wrong they can not tell
Like waking up from a demented dream
A nightmare played on a movie screen
Would God betray us and sell us out
Just for lack of something else to do
Maybe Such madness is not so far fetched
To put a price tag on all our heads
But this is just a silly thought
A harmless notion That I dwell on
Out of boredom and lack of sleep
But what a scary thought indeed
A deal with the devil and god agrees?

She struts undaunted through lashes of light
Knowingly aware of her laden flight
Reluctantly edging upon treacherous ground
Carefully choosing her vision around
Ever forward with power and skill
Fearing no fear with untainted will
Emacualte eyesight to guide and lead
Toned and buff like an outlawed breed
Like something carved from marble stone
Her mind is set
She rides alone
Silently charging, she battles endless
Completing  her journey of anger and madness
Armored with the pain of her dying tribe
A warrior on a mission to set things right

There is this subtle pushing a slight twinge
A shallow tapping underneath the surface of my skin
a slow nudging now and then
It's uncomfortable this knowing and not knowing
I'm stuck ****** and **** out of luck
Tick-tock tick tock the ******* hands on the stupid clock have completely stopped
This is what becomes of this girl
In the same time zone not able to grow grow grow
The cracks start to show up on her worn thin walls
The drips start leaking and the water starts to fall

Lovely binding winding words
release their strength of scheming curse
weaving and twisting through gruesome trails
writhing indecent upon grit and nails
is this the bed I've slaved for sleep?
Or where my sadness go to weep?
this transformed new, epiphany of mine
Has worked it's way thru this soul of mine
I douse the bed with gasoline and light the match and watch it gleam!
The beautiful flames catch my eyes
I walk away to my new life

Resisting your surrender
Like a passionate pretender
Cursing your existence
So unruly cant even believe it
Rehearsing until morning
For a ending to your story
Searching for a reason
Why you’re always out of season
Still wearing those ***** clothes
And swearing at the Her ghost
Living in your furry
Just makes things more blurry
Some drunken thrills
Followed by some healing pills
Staring at the mirror
Thinking it will look clearer

Resisting your departure
And what seems like constant torture
Insisting on the weather
To lead you somewhere farther
Counting on tomorrow
To release you from your sorrow
Leads you to forgiveness
Repenting all your sins and
Starting a new chapter
In this new world that you are  after
Living in the moment
Gives you quick atonement
Walking from the ashes
The past and what it’s taken
Your soul now unbroken from this spell
That had you been under

I am not a book you wrote about yourself
You can not write me in or edit me out
You can not read through these lines
Or paraphrase me with quotation marks
I’m not a word you struggle to find
Or your editor’s phone call about your deadline
I’m not a chapter that you cut short
Or a embellished lie you write as a last resort
And that rewritten paragraph you can’t quite get right
Frustrates you and keeps you up at night
I’m not a unfinished thought you fail to mention
Or a idea for a story that you question
I am not a working title you keep changing
Or a failed storyline for the ending
I’m not word you can’t think of
Or adjectives that you make up
Not a exaggeration of a night you had
Or a scattered memory from your past
All these things you wish I was
I don’t exist to complete yourself

Emerald Blue, shes walking through
broken pieces of her youth
she'll never ask that of you
have you seen her latest scheme?
she's getting back her beliefs
now she only hears the dark
it's always had a way with her
she has always had a way with words
Emerald Blue she'll see right through
everything you ever do
I'm sitting here among her mess
haven't had my much needed cigarette
waiting for a flame to catch
upon it's tip of bitter sweetness
just a little nicotine fit
can't seem to find some matches
such a useless pack of reds
sitting here among her darkness
whatever happened, use to know an Emerald Blue

I haven't found the way to heaven
And I don't know who my friends are
So I peeled away my victims
Just to see them all unravel
I think it's time I start my engine
And kick up some dust and gravel
Just where did all those f@$kers go?
Maybe down to Mexico...
Maybe  a visit to these "friends" of mine
I'll pay them back for their so called time
I'll take a gun and some amunitition
Just in case they fail to listen
Of course poison is another way
To **** them all and walk away
I'll buy them all a round of drinks
Even wish them happy things
I will smile and wave as they go down
Then drive away to another town....

Welcome to the firing squad
Shut up and don’t talk too much
Maybe I’ll sew your **** mouth shut
Now they pull you down in front
Waiting for the guns to go off

Nothing here makes sense to us
Guess we should have risen up
Maybe now we will all stand up
Take down the goons with the guns

Should have made our minds up
Left them in a blast of dust
Put them on a train or bus
Now they'll get the rest of us

Let's get them all in a room
Light a match and watch the boom
Then have a party and watch them burn
We are in charge! it's our turn

on Friday night just after 10
small town locals gather talkin ****
standing outside a dive bar dimly lit
a loud crowd of obnoxious drunk derelicts
anxiously wait gossip and smoke cigs
faint amplified sounds of acoustic guitars
play practiced late night written chords
half lit ***** drenched musicians
with whiskey soaked rockstar ambitions
strum vintage Gibson’s and fender strats
songs about lost loves what if’s and regrets
behind a big shiny silver microphone stand
prominently displayed fancy cowboy hat
his handmade tailored studded boots
tap in rhythm sipping a glass of absolute
charred smokey voice like a burnt cigarette
personifies a James dean confidence

Dragged along my broken shore
Swallowed by their waves once more
Undressed, sedated, restrained to a bed
"We want to help you" they calmly said

Crimes against my soul I cried!
There is no pill to ease this mind
I stare unaware drugged confused
My fractured mind had come unglued
Broken shattered was the wall
That held back my White Squall

And while it came crashing in
In pieces, shards all worn thin
I couldn't see my tide was high
Ready to break at a moments time

Years and years of wear and tear
A cracked formed and could not bare
One more assault against my soul
It all caved in, I lost control

This vacuous space between
The words and commas that you speak
Liquidate what’s left of me
Disingenuous insults hurled so
Perfectly aimed and cherry picked
Precise and sharp and aptly wit
Like razor blades they cut a slice
Targeted malice but at what price?
To redeem this man his suffered worth
Or his self indulgent sense of birth
This big tall man of men
This giant, titan king of them
Bruised sore loser maniac
Faulty wiring physopath
You think you fill up a room
With all your charm that you exhume
Mr. handsome know it all
Has all the answers can’t be wrong
Every hair precisely in place
Matches the cold stiff smile on your face
The premeditated answers that you give And mannequin like movements as you shift
The others start to **** their heads
And their disbelief begins to spread
All of your false and fake  pretenses  
Come crashing down around the fences
The walls you built to hide the truth
Crumble down and can’t save you
All this in vain as you creep out
The room you ruled now filled with doubt

I got a ruby secret
I keep it in my pocket
Only Zulu knows about it
So I put him in a prison
He thinks he's getting out soon
But he doesn't have a clue
He's just a little rodent
But he thinks he's a Raven!
He's in love with a prophet
So now he's on a conquest
But I planned his execution
He doesn't know know about it
He's always getting roasted
Thinks he's a stallion
He's really just a rodent
But he knows my little secret
I tried to sew his mouth shut
But he had an objection!
Thinks he's the president
Shh.. "He's really just a rodent"
I gave him a promotion...
So now he is my magician
He just keeps on escaping
He's drunk again, talking ****
Hey Zulu! Where are you running to?
Everybody is looking for you!