Hello
This phone call may sound
A little on the strange side
Please bare with me
As I attempt to convey
A sort of phenomenon

Tim was angry with me
When he realize you called
And I just couldn't answer
So I must apologize
For my action
Tim has forgotten
How you turned your back on him
And left him to rot in prison
But then again
I'm not him right now
And I remember

My wall are covered with
Beautiful things
Dream catchers
Suns and planets
Loki and Zeus  
  The mark of Cain...
I love my
Statues of Buddha
Figures of Christ
Paintings of ships at sea
Guitars and amps
Keyboards and drums
  More than I could ever need...
Outside my windows
Lives the Trees
Sweet sounds
Of birds and bees
My aesthetic impairment
Has set me free
...........

So unfortunate sometimes
My beliefs are limited
By my ruling intellect
But when I feel your pain
It takes away my every breath
Love cannot be limited
By yesterdays views
Today I'm just as broken
As broken as you
Please forgive me
For my truths

It will always appear
Confusing
To most quite amusing
So I will attempt
To confess
How I can be
Both
So **** cursed
And yet very
**** blessed

The hang man
Isn't hanging
Death defying
Flaying
Upon the cliff
I'm scaling
The crowd
Neither haling
Nor for me rallying
I'm a star
Yet a hellion
Because
Higher thinking
In their eyes
Is rebellion
But then again
The hell with them!
'Cause I'm **** blessed
The end!

Dear Judas
I forgave you
So why are you
Still doing time
How could we just
Sacrifice you
With out our souls
Going blind

The coins you threw
Back at their feet
Was repentance
Enough for me
You did your time
So please move on
Go now
And live your life free!

And pray
The hypocrite
Do the same for me!

Signed...

 *Cain +++

Frustratingly
My use to knows
Are somewhere lost
In nothingness
I blindly navigate
Using mussel memory
In syntactical frenzy
Sampling residue of
Forgotten stale grey matter
Until finally
A rogue cluster of poetical
Muse cells submerge
Fingers form familiar patterns
Hands grips tight the neck
The cords surface in mind
And matter of fact
Magnetically draws
The remaining missing piece
Into the healing soul
    Of the guitarist.....

Poetry and Music
Are my saving grace
  Thank you Universe!!!

Pardon me my feelings are showing...

~
Wandering witches, wave your wands,
lose your limbs of earthly bonds.
Friday the 13th full moon sings
so flex your power and stretch your wings.

Wandering witches, weave your words
to be the bane of beasts and birds.
Hex the hateful with potions of love
Poke the prideful in crestfallen thereof

Sing sisters sing, into the full moon night
never knowing the demon's blight.
Fearful farce and fallen stones
bury the bad in blood and bones.
~

I sit at the window and wonder
If your memories are like mine
Or have they been scorched by time
I wonder if you remember my voice
Or if I remember yours
God I miss you more and more
My throat wants to shout on the shore
Just to see if my voice could carry to you
Useless and fruitless as it may be
Just to say I'm sorry
~~~
the ghost i knew still haunts my view...

Take the ten thousand fragments
Of this heart you stomped on so cruely
To win your popularity contest

Avoiding obvious feelings
Of which you proclaimed
Sweep them under the rug
This heart breaks no more
It will never be broken
It will never be fixed

Love is nothing but misery to me
Yet love is a game to you

I'm okay with not being okay
and that's okay
I didn't want to wake up
and face the day today
Didn't want to be alone again
Surrounded only by empty air
and voices in my head
Telling me they've told me
For the millionth time to let go
and I hold on tighter
Let it out but keep the leash on
Let it leech my hopes out of me
But that's okay I guess
I promise I'm okay
Even when I'm not

Today my heart decided to weight down in my chest to keep me grounded in reality. Reality that I love and I hate just as I love and hate myself for reasons only understood if you walked where I walked.

The sun stretched her rays across my face and somehow it reminded me of her, the subtle glow she had at times when everything just felt right. She was a sunset waterfall on a clear summer evening.

God, the thoughts in my head that are stuck like a spin cycle. I fall asleep loving her, wake up missing her, and live every day without her. That thing I mentioned earlier, reality, says she's gone but my heart still says no.

So let me write about everything inside that makes me feel so hollow. She was everything I invested in but could not impress so instead she impressed on me that she wasn't the one for me like she knew better. Maybe darling, we both are wrong.