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David P Oct 2011
Tables turn and positions reverse
the heart is naked when insecurities disperse
I see both sides of the coin we flipped
failed to get out of the way before lightning hit
The forecast calls for clear skies
There's a healing little boy inside
He watches as the pieces rearrange
asking a stranger to provide some loose change
so he can hold onto a coin until another whispers in his ear,
"Lets flip this for our future, call it in the air"
David P Dec 2013
I admit that I need'er but I'm a bottom feeder
kneelin 'ere fearing her feelings are fleeting
In my memory her parting words keep repeating
Love is tragedy that left me lifeless and bleeding
I'd go back in time and visit the younger me
Get him back in line to stop her from leavin' me
It's not a possible option so I'm turnin' and tossin'
In my bed every night with alcoholic concoctions
Done with hang overs and complicated decisions
I guess you could call it spontaneous remission
Goin' slower now and sober but the hurt aint ever over
I'm in love with her forever but I can't even show her
I'm hopin' for another pretty girl to be my lover
But every girl I find is in love with another
So I try to keep hope alive and believe that I
will feel love again, at least before I die
David P Oct 2011
I woke the devil up to ask him what time it was
He said, "It's like 10,000 degrees Celsius."
I pitched a tent so my soul could take habitat
I thought I loved her but it was just a heart attack

I follow devil down down
I try to stand yet I fall down
I followed devil way down down
Can't hit bottom when the only way is down

I phoned an angel up to ask him to consider me
He said, "I can't hear you, the signal here is too weak."
I only saw one set of footprints in the sand
That was when they dropped me and all the angels ran

I follow them down down
I try to stand but I fall down
I followed angels way down down
Can't hit bottom when the only way is down
David P Nov 2012
On a raft in the middle of the ocean
walking alone and dehydrated in the desert
lost and hungry in the wilderness
friends in the skies in the images of clouds
inspiring memories but nothing on which I can feast
tears too salty to quench my thirst
try to speak but i just weep
try to put energy into my feet
I loved you all but this is so hard
I want so **** bad to survive
Can't anyone see I'm barely alive?
Questioning why I should even try?
Tears dried in the heat of the sun
Years ago I stopped having fun
******* I'm just so
I'm just so done
Drifting on a raft
in the middle of an ocean
of my own bitter tears
they can't hydrate me
can anyone revive me?
Can I survive being me?
I thought I knew reality
If this is life then it's death to me
Cause there aint even one breath left in me
Can I redeem what's left of me?
Starving for an epiphany
I just hope you all remember me
as this planet dismembers me
as I succumb to being me
praying for a new me
David P Oct 2011
At a glance the stars fell to Earth
A process that began with nature's birth
Dismal rays of light in the aftermath
Paint the mood of this circumstance
The land fell silent and the land felt cold
Until a burst of light after the word "Behold!"
Eyes dazzled by magic, ears tickled with sound
Yet this great magician was no where to be found
A reassuring hum began to permeate the air
As it faded it took with it all the people's cares
And their minds and their thoughts melted away peacefully
While dark creatures ate their hearts and souls, piece by piece
David P Oct 2011
Deep in the meadow there's a place I go
where no one can see me and shadows don't grow
Cloaked in the sunlight, secured by the Earth
Letting go of all I've seen and done since birth
Blue sky divide and free what's mine
Not yet dead but just barely alive
Illusions of time and space diminish
Injured pieces of my soul replenish
David P Oct 2011
The universe breathes inward through the first breath of every newborn
It exhales through an elder's last
It lights up the dark with our speech and imaginations
It arranges the stars to reflect our hopes and dreams
It mystifies itself to sharpen us
It expands itself to humble us
It welcomes us to breathe
It beckons us to believe
in universal love
David P Mar 2012
Seated proudly on my throne
A self made king all shall know
Enslaved any who'd dare deny
Sentenced them all to die

In the mirror but somewhat scarce
Looks like me but he's been cursed
What the hell is happening?
What is this, my becoming?

Seated comfortably on throne
Righteousness all my own
And any fool who shall deny
Is a fool I'll sentence to die

In the mirror myself, yet demon
Tell me at once this double meaning?!
What has happened to my image?
To hell with this pilgrimage!

Held by chains all my own
I'm restrained forcibly to this throne
What is this travesty?
I was your ****** majesty!

This catastrophe
A messed up calamity
I'd had an epiphany
Only after the end of me
David P Oct 2011
I've acquired a broken ideology
Now God won't even acknowledge me
And "what's her name" is just a blur
and all my thoughts are dire and absurd
So pass me a bottle of pills and a beer
Cause religion can't make this void disappear
David P Dec 2011
Dismal rays of light illuminate my view
Within the darkest nights I'm haunted by you
I've found myself a resolution
Loaded drink my trusted solution

Tears so warm and dripping of lost love
They're as hot and red as my own blood
I can't, I just can't get enough
Of your diseased terminal love

But it's in your arms when I am freezing
Inside those cold dead arms I am freezing
I never thought I'd stop believing

But you taught me how
Somehow
Disgrace becomes my place
Love is replaced by hate
You reminded me why I built the gate
With one more sip I reiterate
I hope, from your image, to escape
David P Oct 2011
Infallible malleable words in lateral
Laid on a page with word collateral
Words describe all things imaginable
In absence of words thoughts are intangible

Were we to worry about words too absurd
Never embracing the words we have spurned
We may never know words yet to be learned
In ignorant minds new words are obscured

Words prance and dance and orchestrate
Some simplify some complicate
And with these words I now fabricate
This final line made up of words eight
David P Jan 2012
Severely ravaged but not nearly enough, plenty of time left to refill the cup
The tip of the arrow still embedded in chest
Give it time the body will digest
Reflections ripple memories with softly sung melodies
The breeze through the trees will remedy the dark disease
Broken halo held up with scotch tape and glue
Black out drunk on scotch but still remember you
In the wake of disaster children still at play
People paint their souls with every word they say
David P Apr 2012
Allegory hell
Mischief born
Bodies torn

Laughing hell
All is well
So so ******* well

Comfort worn
Death forlorn
Fools sojourn

All is well
so so ******* well
David P Jun 2014
Awkwardly circling the room
Waiting for my song
I pull up a few chairs for my demons
They nod to me, I nod to them
"Let's hash this out ," I say
and so it begins

The music sends me into a trance
The demons and I begin our dance
Like a complex game of chess
We both bring our best
More than a mere monster mash
Stars will tell of this battle for eons
The universe forever scarred by our clash
Scholars will forever question my reasons

Suddenly a chord brings me to my knees
Waking memories I've yet to overcome
The one pain that I can not reprieve
Through this chain reaction I am done

Years of progress reversed
Known dead ends revisited
Familiar cursed ground traversed
I've relinquished resistance

Demons thirsting to rake me over the coals
I've forgotten why I fight consistently
All plans now reduced to one new goal
**** The Pain: By Any Means Necessary

Awkwardly circling the room
Waiting for my cue
I used to be someone new
now I've regressed to someone I always knew

I pull up several chairs for my demons
They nod to me, I nod to them
"Let's hash this out ," I say
and so it begins
again
and again
David P Oct 2011
The artist smiles upon his creation.
What once was a blank page is now a colorful explanation
of the love he never felt.
of the tears he never held back.
of the talent he never lacked.

As time passed on, he would stay behind.
Always locked up in his room, his pages would remind
of the times he could not think, because the love felt so thick.
His thoughts no longer restricted, because the love faded just as quick.
Still time passed on, still he sat and painted
all the feelings he couldn't tell, all the pain he hated.

The world has forgotten of his heart.
Eyes never witnessed the naked cries behind his art.
Still alone and locked away, he sits atop his stool.
Painting feelings never voiced, else they'd consider him a fool.

Growing old and pale, he slips away that night.
To the lost love he never found, he whispers out "good night"
Leaving behind his final thoughts through art, a page of empty white.
David P Jun 2014
We're hunting for a killer
They say he lives near me
He's a heartless murderer
One of Hell's own beasts

They say he's got a bad habit
Say he's one hell of an addict
Claims he can't even remember
All the ones he's dismembered

This hunt is personal
Especially for me
Since this demonic creature
Attacks those closest to me

They say he's got a bad habit
Say he's one hell of an addict

We've got him cornered in a shack
It's time to put down this beast
I turn to tell them to attack
To avenge all those slain
Only then do I see
their guns all aimed
at me
A very harsh way of describing the shock and horror an addict feels after a night of verbally ripping into his friends and not even remembering it.
David P Feb 2012
Standing on the precipice of collapse
Try and be calm, relax
Brain just skipped a synapse
Junction up ahead is a relapse

Ego drove away in a Cadillac
Can't discern fantasy from fact
A mean punch, reality packs
Praying for a freeing heart attack

Locked and shut up inside
Demons, angels, and all the swine
Smile, nod, everything is just fine

body
outlined
in white chalk line

Comfort stacked in mansions hollowed
No escape in fictitious gods hallowed
Dove
  too deep
in waters
  too shallow
Tried to object but the judge allowed

Upon the onset of collapse
the brain decides to skip a synapse
Be calm, relax
It's just another relapse

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