There is faith in my blood
Cold hate that won't wait to
raise hell with my love

and I won't try to change your mind
I'll just wait for my fate
while you cry

I'll be fine for one more day
and I won't pray
I wont beg, for this life

This wine will be my mind
never solid, nor sober
a mess all the time

I won't pay to see this movie till the end
I wanted out, I chose sin
hoping a change in me would begin

Patient eyes draw the ire of the feckless disgrace
Their chemicals erase hope
And the chase is on
To beat their ******* heads against the chalkboard

Those spineless, dense *****, they never

Listen to the sounds of righteous indignation
It never justifies the mean
And the hate carries craters
Smashing barriers as they form a team
To ******* carry you away

My dear friends,
Better days
Are never on their way
And the decay
Is the only reason
I still think Better days
Must surely be on the way
Cause remember?
Didn't we have yesterday?
Please don't show me ruins
The whole nostalgia
But it's all decay
And they're here now
To take us away
And the ******* *******
Still plan on having their day
Better days
Were never on the way

I just need a drink before it's all over
The black
The misery
The trees I've left my own hanging
The people I've beholden to my anger
And the rage always beholden to me
The mist
And the wind
The clouds in the dark sky
The angels that never were
And never will be
I don't need a prayer
Just a drink
So I may disappear
into the black
Back into
My own misery

Bullets fly
Our favorite death
Is the one we die tonight
And we're out of control
Cause I can't tell for certain
If this life is the life I'm really living in

Blood and Vice
A
Misunderstood symbol
For
A
Hand dipped in wine chilled with ice
My heart
And her eyes
Are both busy
Beating
Paths to our minds
While we...
Divine

Every little memory of her could pull you apart
Nothing can
Stop a heart
As powerful as hers

She won't lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure memories of me are nowhere in sight
                     Miracle's may be mountains apart
            I just want to be somewhere in between with you
            If that means that I have to believe in you
Then I believe that I will pray to you, my goddess

The mouths are closed
       Obedient proles
Destitute trials reap the fear we always know
    Treasure troves, a place for morals to hide
Willful to shift to an honorable life on this side
To a judge who cannot be faithful
To promise justice
For our lives
To kink the top brass
Shoveling food out of the mouths of peasants
And coal into the hearth for fire
Fire forging hate and manufacturing consent in the form of arms
But no alarms for my friends in high spaces
You have the aces
We only have our spades
We will grind ourselves away
Just a little a time, we die so disgracefully
In the garden of  disdain
Where the little people were too quiet

To rise above their pain

Shattered Mirrors reflect painted faces
Their eyes have never tried to see a timeless oasis

Never take your eyes off the train tracks son
If you're going to die, I'd hope you saw it coming on

Tall grass still carries bloodstains  
And the trains
They stop for no one

Never take the stains for granted son
If you're going to change, I can only hope you saw it coming on

Lest we ever feel remorse for the wholesome effect
If you change
It will hurt
And I promise,
You will never forget

I'm so ******
I can hear the voices
\but maybe/  \This is what I was told I'm used to/
   \cause I /
     \know/
       \Oh /
         \I / know I don't derserve to have a choice
                 and my epistemology
                       to other proles
                                    inspired, and they listened
                                          When they felt like
They never had control
But it's all refuse of the mind
   You I never proclaimed the truth
      But I'm so ******* hateful
           (The voices came back and....)
         ******* IT, THERES NOTHING ELSE THAT I CAN DO

His heart is still lost in the glittering of the rain
The billows of smoke would never hide it from his soul oh but
The tears would flow
The memory remains
His answer to a life bereft of profit
Is the answer to all his questions just the same

New York City Glamour is a sedentary dream
Cancel your life
Start again
Ask for more
When will it ever end?
No more dreams in the night
More and more shadows for my life
No one ever sleeps
No one ever dreams
This is life now it seems

like angels strapped to the arms of an electric chair awaiting their invisible fate
We anticipated our pain
One black moon shows the world that the universe exists regardless of our blindness in the dark
What is beyond the all-encompassing?
Nobody knows when nothing really matters
No one can think about the future when you're strapped to the chair

The Forest is getting thin
Hunger is setting in
When one needs to eat
Another's going to die
Civility is a joke
Only the selfish survive

Shapes a man in the wind
Blows contradictions back and forth for him
Never letting voice reach falsettos
In expensive red stilettos
Coarse is namely the objective here
Stupidity loves obscure
As we adhere

My armor and arm and a roar
Tumbling down the mountain
Mouths sewn shut
    We just need to listen.  
No moral compass could have you brought here
But we have bared our own tears
  Mouths sewn shut
But we refuse to listen
Bludgeon pestilent leviathans with
Mouths sewn shut
It's time they listen to us

One day I feel like I do too much. The next is never enough and everything in between reminds me that I can't sail against the wind but I'll always find love again for everything I loved before I thought I'd never love again

I don't know how I feel so strongly
That I am so wrong for everyone all the time
If I could leave this house for another home
I'd leave lonely and return to my old praxis on a dime

I could say I tried
That I am justified to take my own life
Impoverished and some how still alive
Angry all the time because the high is never as good as the first line

I wish those memories of my life would just stay behind
But I
I am so angry all the time
Because love is never as good as you pictured it in your mind

Your heart told me that...
I'll always be so unhappy
So angry
Until I'm gone
And that life's not beautiful
Unless you're drowning in despair

Love is no ****
but its a drug
no love is no love
a drug is one
and it is the other
drugs are okay
if you get them from your lover

Fine grain sand
Slips through thy hand
And the wind takes you away

The highway demands,
People praise God's plan,
And the wind couldn't carry me away

Times change,
The prosperous count their gains,
Sometimes you never feel the wind blow


Lonely emerald eyes
May always watch the sky
And wait for the wind to find you again

One brick falls, replaced by another that doesn't quite fit
I have no excuses for why I just don't get it
And patience is my safe word when the world gets too rough
For another bad day takes something away from me I no longer have left to give
And I give a stone back to the crick
But They can't stop staring
And I just don't know why
I don't seem to get it

With every beat
The blood pushed into my veins
Chillling ice cold
Freezing me in place
As my eyes follow you
Down the hall
I can't believe that I believe in you at all
But I do
Watching you running down the hall
Running the wrong way
Never trying to stop at all
The cold is coming back again
I'm guessing you will not though
As I'm staring out the window watching you
Leave this town forever

Hello poetry I....don't always feel
Like I
Can relate
To anything in any form of creative
'But they say'
Expression is always the way
So I cut myself open
To feel again
Like someone or something that matters
Like money or fame  
I cut my heart wide open to stain
To see myself in my bloodiest
Way again
Like rose petals with stories of
Little white smiles of
People faking their fifteen and pay
While I dream
Some day I could make it over that cuckoo's nest
And finally be me again

There's nowhere I can go
No where I can run when I need to you to go away
In this mist
I can see the forest through the trees
But what I continue to see is that
every one should be Believed
Trenches of my heart stripped away by the excavating force
Should I listen?
Or should I just swim upstream alone all by myself?
I know I'll probably never get to sleep tonight
I'll need someone's
Help to make me make everything seem alright
You know I'm not fighting strong enough
Because there is no love
And something's always falling apart
Whether it be my heart
Or my old ****** car
I'll always be a friend for you
Whether you need me or not
We can fix what we broke
While I'm already so fragile now
Wondering what little I have left
And when it will all leave me behind

The Fulcrum is the heart of Archimede's mind
Like disproportionate weight shifting the tides
Creates the ***** upon which my eyes slide to
Condition themselves to see the fault lines  
Just below hollow lies that even I have told myself
It's palpable to stay for just a little while
Until the fire in the clouds smolders into black
Signals that the Saints have gone too far the other way to ever go back
Why am I the one whom they want to nail to the cross?  
So They slay the elder Archimedes for what they portray as impertinence
Lest we ever forget how we got here.  
Blissful Ignorance

Eyes are ******
   They see dreams that are gone
And I'm forgetting what is in between
The beginning of the end of my life and the end

The stars never hurt for who you never got to be
and the chains never fail or so you always believed.  

A night could last forever and tomorrow only be a dream
I died over and over again
just to break the seams of this straightjacket
just to be
if only for a moment
happy, and free

Take your self away from me
     But let a little bit of you fall on my wing        
          Disappear in my feathers like whispers in the wind
             That's what you mean to me

What little faith
fell from eyes
and lay dead on my skin
hoping to be reborn in my heart again

At first there was so much, then so little

It was no wonder why.  

I felt I was to lie

down

next to

dreams that'll die a slow death tonight.  

But I am born again through them in a new life

I am still alive, Aren't I?

The tall oak tree marks sudden death
The man whom I speak does not lay at rest there
He lies forgotten in the tomb I built with grief
Wilting Red roses for a broken spirit
And crow's gather for pools of blood
They no longer mind the taste of shame on the tempest tongue
And no one cries for vengeance
Death is that way for the lonely tortured soul  
May sympathy just die with the rest of the world?  
No one wants to answer this question, so I never ask.  
I paid my visit to the tomb with blood on my hands
I dropped the knife into the tall grass where no would find it
I would say that I'm sorry, but he can't hear me now
I tell myself, I'm going to be okay, but that is not true
I am the transformation at moonlight horrors wax poetic
But I am real
And I am not sober for this soliloquy
I am drunk with insanity

A callous temper flaring about
new Las Vegas diamonds
to my eyes
they are fixed, but just for me!

where your indirection led me to go
I sought hope in the structure of the cage
and the diamonds were real
but it matters not

After all of that 'being lost'
something was 'found' in what did not fit in
and the only thing I ever loved about myself was never
really real at all