you said you’re on a quest to find the blessed rest which can make a person feel whole— and thus ease your burdened soul. so with a wooden ship but neither compass nor crew, you set sail across the seven seas in search of what man knew. you argued with the fates and begged the gods to open the gates. you refused to entertain the silence of your mind, and scorned the stars of the sky for not being aligned.
so with questions unanswered and feet more calloused than before, you altered your course to a more distant shore. to a land a man once spoke of where the sun did not exist and where life flourished when midnight was kissed. a place where the only music heard was the laughter of souls and the only thing which existed was man’s fleeting controls.
and though the months have turned into years and nothing has changed—especially not your fears, i hope a morning will come when our feet touch the same ground and the great unknown is at last safe and sound; i hope a day will come when the only thing forsaken is your desire to roam and you—you, my dear friend, can finally come home.
See What man doth Not understand is That the things of this world Aren't ran by forces that canst be seen, But this world is ran by the forces that are unseen!!!
You can sing it to the tune Of I Shot The Devil, But I totally did it Strictly on the level. No, I didn’t know it when, For another night of ***, He asked me to his den Under the spell of some hex.
It was like he was to me The hottest guy ever seen. He was built like a star His hair had a fine sheen. Body and face were fine; Toned and masculine. I’d never seen him before Though I had often been.
He used his elocution And handy circumlocution Better than a Rosicrucian Sentenced to an institution. He could twist the moment Out of a frenzied foment Then to a crazy torment With muted arcane comments.
We met in a bath house On Melrose, West L.A. And somehow that night Things seemed to go my way. He gave me the eye And I returned it in full. I am fairly certain that We both felt the pull.
It was all about debauchery And he was calling the shots Making me see I got stupid Whenever I got that hot. I let my **** do the thinking And he seemed glad to show That I would flirt with danger And then, not even know.
He used his elocution And handy circumlocution Better than a Rosicrucian Sentenced to an institution. He could twist the moment Out of a frenzied foment Then to a crazy torment With muted arcane comments.
So, I went back for seconds At Hedda Hopper’s apartment Across from Mae West’s place Fueled with no armament To protect me from what Would turn out to be, for me The scariest ****** encounter In my busy, young history.
We were doing the deed again But this time things had changed. His appearance began to alter Into something scary and strange. His canine teeth grew longer And his body turned fiery red. I quickly dressed and left that place And stumbled back home to my bed.
He used his elocution And handy circumlocution Better than a Rosicrucian Sentenced to an institution. He could twist the moment Out of a frenzied foment Then to a crazy torment With muted arcane comments.
You cant blame me for wanting more I dont Know why or what for Bit desire is tugging at my side and forever I wont be able to hide So help me be Content fair maiden and help me push away that Satan
Desire causes delusion and unhappiness, only used correctly, can it be used for motivation
A wicked lady who shackles me away from sight who mangles me to displace her anger who yells and curses 'till I shriek and cry
Says it's the way to live; In grief, my accidental child Nobody will ever love you Heshould have lived, not you
Why must I let her rule over this life? If this is war then I shall fight! Conquer all valuables, bring back what's rightfully mine!
No more whispers to me, satan Must you be banished to the depths of the Earth! Let's see who'll be laughing now.
You say I can never run away Secrets will unfold; I may be the angel in their eyes, but truly I'm a spawn of Satan.
Happy now? That I did not deny I know the truth yet my mouth will always be shut For I have buried the truth away in the past -----------------------------------------------------
A mere bite won’t satiate the shadow. The smallest morsel can’t fill its appetite. The hunger never ends and we’re precisely what it craves. We shed a tear, the shadow sets the table. We clench our fists; the shadow grips a fork. We cower in fear; the shadow licks its lips … Our dreams go great with wine, and our hope is picked by toothpicks. A portion of you is never enough. It wants to pick you apart piece by piece, and leave your bones for the dogs at his feet.
strangers hold up scoring cards as I pass by 6 4 8 3 i pretend not to notice them, but I do
I try to pretend like I enjoy talking about myself when people ask me stupid questions about my life: "where do you work?" "how are the wedding plans coming?" "are you going to school?"
all of which hold very little importance so I shy away from them perhaps it is because I do not feel worthy of such attention cannot grasp that some people genuinely wish to know
I don't show love or interest like that sometimes I am afraid that I am not capable of loving at all
but that- is a silly notion scrawled up on Lucifer's drawing table he wishes for me to be miserable, as he is why do I succumb to the lies
I feel incomplete sometimes (always) and I wonder if Pacman feels like an incomplete ball of sunshine, too
"Sunshine," he calls me.
and I shrink from my lover, because I don't know what to do with my darkness.
