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 Apr 2014 Greg dailey
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Truly
 Apr 2014 Greg dailey
13
Betrayal invites itself for dinner
when the murky air won’t lift
revealing the shattered facade
that's rebuilding a fallen idol.

There are pieces scattered afar
of resolution and calm that wouldn’t stay
choking on the whims of forlorn affection
the rope is cut, the fall is long.

Down at the bottom, strangers are friends
sirens are lures and the moon has a heart
quietly lay sleeping, anger is dreaming
marriage is the fury of destiny’s wrath.
Posted on 13th October 2013 00:48am.
My star is moving in
she wants to get close to me
knowing all too well
that I am about to go nova

With her sunset smile and warmth
we play the game of hide and seek
I love her as she does love me
at the point of no return, my life to poetry

I fixed the day I have chosen to die
watch my sweet empire fall with the death of me
for I have faith in the future me
oh yes my hearts, I am at the point of no return

By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris
The only thing that changes
Is that nothing stays the same
There’s always some new way
We find we’re buried in the pain
Someday, we will find
The happiness that we desire
But now, we suffer sweetly
As we stumble through the fire
We choke on smoke of memories
And battles we have lost
Even when we win
We find that losing is the cost
Choking on the hopes
That keep us holding out for more
Wanting something, anything
To numb us to the core
When will we find everything
That we’ve been looking for?
Nothing left but nothing
I can’t take this anymore
Rip this broken heart out
Of the darkness in my chest
And give me just one moment
For my weary soul to rest
I know the day will come
When everything will be all right
If I can only make it through
This one dark, hellish night

But even sleep won’t make it so
To unconsciousness I go
To the land of pleasant nightmares
Where the winds of change still blow
May my slumber bring the end
To living hell, where I’m condemned
Where no amount of dreams
Can make this waking nightmare end

So wide awake
In this land of disenchantment
This disease
Slowly poisoning my heart
I can’t fake this anymore
This pain that I’ve commanded
Everything I’ve never done
All the things that I’ve done wrong
I’ve tried so hard
To be the man I long to be
Watching every selfless action
Fashioned into my demise
I can’t take this anymore
My every waking moment
Now consuming every reason
I have left for holding on
I want to end this pain
But I don’t want to leave this world
With so many battles raging
Just to save my weary smile
I won’t take this anymore
My life I’m not forsaking
I just want to rest my heart for a while

But even sleep won’t make it so
To unconsciousness I go
To the land of pleasant nightmares
Where the winds of change still blow
May my slumber bring the end
To living hell, where I’m condemned
Where no amount of dreams
Can make this waking nightmare end

Everything that’s come before
Has taught me that persistence
Is the key, and holding on
Sometimes means letting go
Everything that’s now in store
Is silently insisting
That I give myself over
To the pain that lives inside
I won’t break like times before
Your words won’t devastate me
‘Cause your life is not in order
How the hell can you live mine?
You can’t see what’s on the inside
‘Cause you can’t see past the shell
You only hate me
‘Cause you hate who you’ve become
You’ve fooled yourself, you know
But your lies now have control
You’re the only one believing
Just how all of this will go
I won’t take this anymore
I won’t do this anymore
I won’t let you break my heart
So you can soothe your empty soul
I’m tired of your lies
But you still can’t hear my cries
You can’t even see what’s coming
By my sweetly twisted smile
You’ve fashioned your own cell
This is over, this is hell
But, your black and bleeding heart
Will surely stay with me a while

My hate will make it so
To your level I now go
I can be your living nightmare
Since your heart has turned to stone
May my words now bring an end
To living hell, where you pretend
That every lie you’ve spoken
Makes you happy in the end
Even sleep won’t rest your soul
For unconsciousness, I know
Can twist your waking nightmares
‘Til they spin out of control
I hope the truth will bring an end
To every lie that you pretend
And bring redemption to your hollow heart
So you can love again
An older song I wrote about not being able to sleep due to the thoughts and memories of being done wrong by someone pretending to love me when it was just a ruse to get something from me.
lips are smokey and nicotined
-up for a night in the dishpit.
the moon leases it's image
for a minute an hour before
stating the lease will expire
sometime between 2040
and 2101. if I'm lucky, I'll be
happy in longevity, or happy
in a 50 yr span which is as
fine as the former. either way
there is a sense of leaking
facets on a Sunday night, a
Ritalin-induced euphoria kept
alive on a caffeine spike. the
bus is always late these days,
which means I am often late
these days, late as daylight,
late as life in fact and as early
as fiction to the evening ball
of predicated tech-gurus riding
hybrid Toyota's in Silicon Valley.
high on a drug called birth and
ingesting like an addict 3 to 5
times a day, I stave off the
ultimate crash.

but eventually, the drug will
**** me.

*it always does.

— The End —