Lets stop n slam on somethin' shameful like war and anguish...
'Cause im pretty sure that tremendous termoil and suffering and starvation is the same in all languages...
But something that most of us will never know...
'Cause in this country you tend to grow a fat *** as you grow old.
Give this countries cold dark history a warm embrace, look it in the face!
All this killing, death, distruction, and disease...more war than peace!
Something most of us will never see, much less feel...Because ignoring it is so much easier.
We'd rather be pleasing ourselves than siezing the keys to this country!

Jump in.
Take a sunday drive for freedom.
Sunday football keeps you occupied...
Kicked back in the recliner, while others freeze in the name of the flag.
And your constitution.
And the human condition.
Patriotism is not pretty to the petty.
To...those getting rich, hand over fist...
On your...vacant homes, vacant jobs, and vacant votes.
While they vacate our education with more lousy legislation.

We get lazier and sleezier and sloppier.
We pass judgement on our fellow man...
While we let politicians pass bills that destroy this great land.
Hand over fist, hand over hand...one hand washes the other politicians ****.
These dinosaurs with their special interest agendas make me sick.

Stand up strait.
Look at me when I talk to you.

Dont turn a blind eye to all the bodies that once hung from loops...
Remember where we came from.
Re-write history like the bible.
Re-write war and peace.

We call soldiers "property of uncle sam".
Brainwashed to believe in 'the man' and his plans.
Slavery doesn't segregate anymore.
We're all in on this together.
This time.
We stand in unison.
All in on this together.
Revolution is freedom.

Distruction of myself
is something I long for
Running til I'm gasping
Screaming until I can't breath

Drugs?
Alcohol?
This things will never get rid of my problems
They'll still me there
In the darkness of these destroyers

Wandering the night
I'm searching for distruction
something to ruin me
something to destroy me

My biggest fear in life,
has unfolded before my eyes.

I feel so misunderstood,
they don't see the tears I've cried.

Their lack of grace and compassion have violently pushed against me,

So far they bend me.

With comments and rejection
revealing their own projections.

They just want the quick fix,
to return to their lives.

They want someone to blame,
so they can take a side.

But breakups are messy,
traumatising and dividing.

No matter the cause,
they will find their cause.

You can look at the surface,
what was said and what was done.

But it goes deeper than that,
your world is being undone.

You look to me for the answer,
for honesty and explanations.

But when I give it,
all you hear is justification.

That I possess no remorse,
that I have no compassion.

You want to see me burn,
regret all my actions.

But I won't.
I refuse to cower to power.

Every since I was little,
this was always my mantle.

I stand strong in the face
of the deepest adversity.

Amongst my friends, mentors and my community.

For all this time,
I know I've chosen love.

And I refuse to be mistreated, neglected and judged.

You can focus on how I handled it,
I'm still figuring it out.

Sure I messed up,
you used that as your out.

I'm just living my life,
you say that it's wrong.

You find fault in the fact that
I'm trying to move on.

You don't want to face it,
you just want to run.

It's undoing your security,
you're questioning your own.

You resent I might be right,
this kills you inside.

Then you'd have to face
the demons inside.

For once it consumes you,
that your life may be fake.

You won't be able to forget it,
you won't be able to escape.

You see me living happy,
authentic and free.

This makes you uncomfortable,
this isn't meant to be.

For you have a belief,
I am **** of the earth.

But I came out on top,
you attack my worth.

But I know I'm worthy of love,
this you can't take from me.

For it comes from above
and it comes from within me.

For people like me,
challenge people like you.

I inspire so many,
when you feel hatred and envy.

For those that pull me back and forth,
they try to keep me in mess I have caused.

They're not for me. In fact,
I'm convinced they're against me.

For if they loved me, they would forgive and accept my apology.

They'd see my heart.
I kept quiet to protect my privacy,
but also to protect the hearts of those around me.

For you didn't need to know,
details only brought pain.

Pride made you nosey,
now you're suffering from your gain.

Do not put this on me,
this was your call.

You cornered me,
It's now beyond my control.

Take responsibility,
stop blaming me for your issues.

We've barely spoken, how could I be responsible for you?

Stop looking to me, I'm not the source of your depression.

It's the people around you, your fear and suppression.

You don't want to admit it,
you're surrounded by evil.

They're only out for themselves and the proof is in front of you.

There's no patience, no self control or goodness.

There's no humility, no understanding or gentleness.

There's no faith, no respect or kindness.

This isn't love.
Don't play it off as righteousness.

Love seeks to understand,
to forgive and to restore.

Love is patient, it protects and removes all ego.

Love is all that matters.
The most powerful force in the universe.

Love is what I fight for and
I will lose it all, to find it.

Why world carries lot's of tension,
When will we live to stay in peace,
War  gives us destroyed countries ya  developed countries,
What will we achieve after world war
Lot's of dead bodies  and no life existence  in countries.
Who will give award or  reward to any countries  who goes for war,
Mass destruction of bodies and heritages ,
Will World War  give prosperity to humanity.

THE LAST BREADTH OF EARTH

What a human race,
That destroys its own living place,
Looking just for a minute comfort,
They flew the Earth to distress,

They cut the trees which are like its lifeline,
They still use the plastic which is leading it to   death time,
They still increase the population which leads water to dry,
They still waste the water which causes many farmers to die,

They try to find new planet to live,
But they don't think to save Earth from being killed,
They don't try to stop nuclear experiments,
But they only try to do sustainable developments,

They increase the global warming like population,
Even they blamed nature and god for its increasing destruction,
They killed all the humanity of them,
They only worked to earn name and fame,

Their activities started destroying mankind,
Then some people kneked that they are destroying human kind,
Even they are the most intelligent animals,
They behaved like dull animals,

Humans behaved like most greedy animals,
They  behaved like each others pradetor,
Love for others died in humans,
Desire to help others is being rear to hear,

They gave a new birth to distruction,
Then the nature started to make destruction,
Water crisis were only starring,
Then an Earthquake came to give a notice,

Other scenes are in front of humans,
If they won't stop then nature will show a big misbehavior,
This is the time to refresh the Earth,
This is the time to save the Earth.                                                                      Written by :                                                          SHASHANK KARN

Tired of the torment and distruction,
Countless sleepless nights, filled with worry and dred. Home is your shelter where one goes to find refuge,
Shouldn't it be?
Tip toe from room to room,
Finding solitude amongst isolation.
Try to build a safe haven.
******* for tearing it down, trying to break down these walls that took me my life to build.
You,
You're nothing, worthless, I almost pitty you but that would mean you're worthy of my thoughts.
Hate you? I don't.
Despise you? I don't.
You hold nothing over me, apart from the one I fear for.
How dear you break her and tear her down,
You will never amount to be even half of who she is.
Justice will be served on a silver platter,
You won't see it coming,
I hope then you'll live in fear.
And I'll be able to sleep through the night.

I opened myself
Arms stretched
Welcomed
Into his bed.
Uncaring of
What it will cost me.

Why
Am I this way?
*** is Binding
Intertwined unspeakably
Beyond lifetimes
And far past
Our hearts
Own Comprehension.

We mold together
Passion overwhelming
Self destruction
Igniting
With each ******.
Left lingering
For eternity
Between ruin and bliss.

There's nothing glamorous
About kneeling on the cold bathroom floor
Staring into the toilet
At your dinner
With a finger down your throat
And an imaginary gun to your head  
Trying to quiet your heaving
So your family doesn't wonder
And not stopping until you are empty
Until you are sure that every ounce of your enemy that we call food is out of your body
The same body your mother spent hours and hours pushing out of her so your beauty could be shared with this word
Your body which was once a vessel for beauty and love
But has now become a vessel for your self hatred and distruction
No
There's nothing glamorous
About staring into the mirror
After its all said and done
Looking into your blood shot eyes
Searching for something that was lost when you rid yourself of that food
Running your hands under warm water  
Trying to wash away the scent and shame
But no matter how hard you scrub
No matter how much soap you use
No matter how strong the water pressure is
They linger
And linger
And linger
No
There's nothing glamorous  
About your mother looking at you with tear filled eyes
And asking if you're doing "it" again
Because she can't even stomach to say what "it" is
Almost like you can't stomach the thought of being away from a toilet for more than a few hours
And all you reply with is a dishonest no
You watch as she slowly dies inside
Because she knows no means yes
And she pleads with you
"Why" she cries
And you don't even bother to answer
Because even as sick as you are you know how twisted your reasoning is
No
There's nothing glamorous
About your life revolving around the next time you can get to a toilet
When all you can think about is that next purge
That next release
That next cleanse
Because when you purge you're not only purging your food
But you're purging all those thoughts of stopping, all those thoughts of getting better
When that food hits the water those thoughts quiet
All you hear is "get it out" "get it all out"
They are silenced by your need to be perfect
To be thin
No
There's nothing glamorous
About soar throats
And mouth soars
Scared knuckles
And puffy cheeks
No
There's nothing glamorous
About slowly destroying your body
Your body which is now just a peetry dish for your sick thoughts
Everyday
From the inside
Out
Trust me
I know

It  doesn't take much
but it happens instantaneously
It is an unstoppable force
starting with a simple tear
morphing into a darkness
An entity that lurks over the soul
obstructing the light
killing all sense of life
simultaneously destroying
tearing the heart
ripping the soul
helpless to its power
the darkness consumes
leaving nothing behind
but the scared remains
of what used to be

What is this being standing before me in human form, spitting evil words and lashing insults like a leather strap crossing my back . Has it no heart or maybe one made of stone . Manipulating my inosance and tearing me down from the inside out. Has it no heart to bleed with regret or feel no remorse.
Why can't I turn and walk away, does my self rain of ignorance and stand with false hope. Believing that the words I love you and I'm sorry mean something more than the art of placing them together with no meaning at all . Do I escape from this torture or remain for more , when is enough going to be the destruction of my being when I've taken too much.
I stand and ponder to see The Distruction of Myself

©kimmied1105

Live life the way you want to
For there are monsters who will convince you otherwise
Remember you are fragile
And if you wait too long they'll break you

Eons old ink
Echo from the depths of the sea where the distelfink
Lay.  It’s resting place discovered by divers who deserve to sink.
Not because of their ability to dive, but because of their ability to lip-synch.
What do I do, and to whom do I do it to?  Think
I must, for I am on the brink

Of collapse.  Do I go on living; knowing full well that this paper, on the brink
Of destruction, will lay forever on the bottom of the ink
Colored water from which my work was discovered.  Think,
For my life depends on it, the life of my beloved distelfink.
This whole tiddly-wink of a subject puts a kink in my ability to lip-synch.
Wow, what a link I thought, might this have something to do with the ancient sink?

Yes, yes, but of course, the sink
Of my past people; presented nicely in the present.  My people, on the brink
Of destruction, now have but one hope…my ability to lip-synch.
Where is my paper?  Where is my ink?
I must create more, more distelfink!
What can I do, this is such a stink?  How can I think

About the distelfink?  When I must think
Solely about the outcome, the cease of distruction, to our precious ancient sink.
No, no my brain of pink must help me render up some distelfink.
****, my mind is not in sync!  My body is on the brink
Because of how much I have to double-think.  The ink
Will not flow, and with that, in a wink, I’ve lost my ability to lip-synch.

Outthink, outwit, out measure, I must regain my gift of lip-synch.
This cannot happen unless the cross-link in my brain fixes itself and allows me to think.
What will happen if my ability to think and cross-link forces me to ink?
Like an octopus scared for it’s life, scared that we may never save the sink.
Like blue-birds that can’t sing, I am on the brink
Of madness, madness at the thought of never completing my distelfink.

What if I never complete my distelfink.
Will I ever be able to lip-synch?
Will I constantly be on the brink
With the thought of not being able to think?
Will I save my people, my sink?
It all depends on my eons old ink.

Eons old ink creates pink water soaked distelfink
As it flows into the sink and out as lip-synch.
I must think or I will stay forever on the brink.

a misty reflection
in the mirror
of  life

a fragile shadow
on  the wall
of boundaries

a deep echo
in the tunnel
of thoughts

a soft whisper
in  the voice
of dreams

a broken emotion
in the beat
of hearts

a flashback
in  nightmares
of death

a roller coaster
in  the subconscious
of minds

a thunder storm
in  dilemma
of souls

a water mark
in  the  shade
of light

an immersion of words
in a baptism
of truth

an ultraviolet ray
in a shattered prism
of glass

a moonless sky
in presumption
of total eclipse

a tempting apple
in the garden
of forbidness

a holy angel
in   dark joy
of sacred sin

an ardent paramour
in fervent yearning
of passion

a jealous lover
in distruction
of love

a stop watch
in the beginning
of time

a deep crack
in the crust
of  the earth

an earthquake
in the seizmic core
of hot lava

a forest path
in a wild  jungle
of tamed lions


a gold circle
in waterfalls
of a crazy affair

a wave of trust
in the vast ocean
of betrayal

a soften glacier
on the bedrock
of seperation

a chequers game
in bereavement
of a king

a monopoly
in the loss
of forever

a white swan
in the well
of a lake

a weeping petal
of a daisy
in last goodbye

a new today
in yesterday's
tomorrow

a big question mark
on the edge
of destiny.

(not really a poem, just thoughts)
(This is what I think God would want me to say in this time)
Beloved, listen carefully in these days
There are some who will try everything in their power to get you to stop fighting for what you believe. To get you to forget, and do something you’ll regret.
People will tell you that you cant do what you want to achieve in Me.
They will beat you, spit on you telling you your worthless, and not good enough.
BUT LISTEN to Me, I tell you, forget them. Keep their foolish words as far away from your soul as you can. Because if you listen, they will spiritually destroy you, Beloved, remember what the enemy wants. Division, distruction, and to slowly get you to crawl back to your old ways, and loose sight of Me.
But I say do not dwell In your old ways, throw them to the bottom of the ocean and leave them.
I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE SURFACE, I care about your heart. If you want an encounter from me, be real with me….
PERFECT LOVE CASTS OUT ALL FEAR..
your mouth could be saying yes but your heart….says no… I don’t look at you as people on this earth, only looking at the surface. I care about your heart.
When you have FEAR, it exposes and takes over you and it controls you and makes you lack hope in ME….


Beloved,
There is nothing in this life that I give you, that will be to difficult for you. You WILL go through trials and hard ships to get you to the place were you will listen, it will be hard but if that’s what it takes to bring you to your knees and hear Me, it will only cause you to grow more like me spiritually. Yet I will NOT leave you. Do NOT live your life in fear, of what other people think, don’t live your life striving to be perfect, you will only fall farther and farther into the devils pit of lies.

Humans are scary creatures.
The way we look at one another.
The judgements.
The assumptions.
The hidden motives in our actions.

Sometimes it's easier to just be alone.
But this is looked upon as a flaw in our behavior.

Anti-socialism is so widely misunderstood.
If you cannot function in group settings peacefully,
You must be some sort of freak.

Or maybe this black sheep would just rather avoid the distruction our species seems to create.

It's safer to just be by yourself.

It's not a bad thing to make mistakes
But overdoing it can make aches.

Sin came from our desires
It is a force that tempts us to lit our fire.
Sin causes lives into distruction
And make people cry in unsatisfaction.

Naive people,sinning to earn self happiness.
Selfishness is the start of fights.
War, and more sin which is made by human kind.

Why must I be the one to heal those who are broken, wounded and injured?
Why must I be the one to fill those who are empty?
Why must I be the one to love those who are unloved?
Why must I be the one who is so selfless and giving?
Why must I be the one who loves all and hate none?
Why must I be the one to give too many second chances to those who do not deserve it at all?
Why must I be the one to believe that in everyone there is good, regardless of what kind of person they are?
You ask me all these questions, you ask me 'Why do you do all these things?'
Because I still believe in man kind, I still believe there is good in everyone.
As much as there is bad and evil in people, they cannot be totally corrupted...
There is still good in those who are on the wrong path.
I still believe that humanity and altruism is not lost.
I believe that there are people who truly care, truly love,
Even though we are surrounded by negativity such as misery, hate, envy, lust, pain,
I still believe there is good in people, that there is still hope for us all.
I hate war. I hate people suffering.
I hope one day I will be able to make a difference, even if its insignificant, even if its only a little change
I still want to make a difference.
Even if I can save one soul, one person from total distruction...
Then not all hope is lost...

Breaking news

Back to our existence a Big bang theory was a comic story,
the only big bang that happens every day brings distruction
it was the sound of a bullet escaping a gun to find home in a spinal cord

in other news
cracks were discovered in a happly married man.
we are all broken after all.
till death bring us together, for another funeral called revaluation.

not a way to worry
not a place to be
looking for a place with sunshine
is allright with me
the bubbles of distruction
in my mind
just a man
with calm feelings
is all you'll find
as a tranquil time
brings me to a rhyme
and a peacful sight
keeps me sublime
cause i'm blasting high way in the sky
going to my peacful paradise

I love this poem, but it is going to break my heart.  For

I wanted life for my Love.  There were such beautiful things about him.
Yet, the demons in him sought his death in ways so cruel.

He was Man who loved family, friends, and thrilled to living life within
Brief moments; when the ugly moments waned or his demons tired out.

The distruction, which we have made will drive us to our own, I've seen.
If I were a brain surgeon I would have gone in and exspunged the parts

That slowly ate at your heart, my Love, my always Love.

Where were you when the world stood still ?
When all were forever changed

When terror struck from explosive skies
Tears falling from disbelieving eyes
Haunting memories
Scarring the mind
Leaving remnants of the most barbaric kind

As buildings fell
Hit the ground
Utter chaos
All around
Assassination was deviously planned
Can you believe
By our fellow man

What have they done! There's been nothing gained?
Only fear distruction heartache pain
Jihad the battle their belief to fight
"Two wrongs"
"Never make a right"!

This day forever will always
Remain
Tarnished by the devils stain
Can't comprehend it
Never will !
Forget all those killed
The day the world stood still. ........

But maybe you'll catch me
on a day like today
when the world is languid, when
the very air hangs around us, stifling all
words but mine. You see, today
I am glorious. I am filled with fire
and purpose. Oh, you
who I have not yet forgotten
or know, wait till you catch up
on a day like today. My laughter
is bright and my eyes are clear
and I am so full of energy you will
ignore the one off note
in my symphony, the one aftertaste
you can't quite place.
Dearest
on days like these I am
effulgent, magnetic, insanely, wildly tempting,
I am the siren call in the storm, promising
a safe harbor from the tempest you have
failed to notice I am creating.
On days like these I will beckon
and you will come, ignoring the bitterness
I leave on your tongue
and the clamminess I leave on your hands and
the dead look in my sparkling eyes.
On days like these I am running headlong
blind, willingly unseeing, heady with unspoken promise
to my distruction. If you want
you can come along for the ride.

I'm all for the truth
Even if it hurts
I prefer the pain of honesty,
Not the pleasure of lies
If you hate me,
Can't you just say you do
Can you just let me go?
Staying here is burning me alive
I want freedom, to be apart from you
You're my keyless locks, chaining me down
Guitless, you ravage, my life, my sanity
Leave me be, it's only distruction you're causing
I'm almost done trying, I just don't want
To give up.
Just let me go

I will stand and face thyne enemy on the road to death and distruction.
With sword in one hand and staff in the other.
For I fear evil, but not enough to run and hide...
For when you hide from your prey, you don't face it, you don't understand it.
I believe in my self and in those who walk the same path beside me.
ac/2007/01/11

why can't I ever wake from this
I thought that dreams were full of bliss
but here I lay in the freezing rain
every inch of my body cries out in pain
when will these nightmares finally cease
my mind is imploding piece after piece
if i dont wake soon I'll have nothing left
but only for me this distruction is cleft
and as the morning sun slowly wakes
the last of my sanity finally breaks
and the sunlight confirms my deepest fears
that fill my eyes with bitter tears
and the blistering truth that the sun did reveal
i was never asleep, it was all very real...

I started out simple... Flat, plan, and white...

The first few folds were easy... But it's finished form was far from the light

"What is it? What is it?" They constantly asked

I didn't answer them, because I wasn't even sure if I was going to be able to complete this task.

I folded, twisted, and bended the paper in many ways

And when I had to throw it away... I heard laughter of great dismay

Continuous fails... At creating a sensitve beast

Different structures brought different problems with every crease

Doubted, Slandered for even trying, over something fragile and small

What threat could this Paper Dragon be? Into the trash it falls...

Origami is window that makes the weak paper stand out as strong

Conflict built its wall, Tension rested its tent, is what I'm doing wrong?

Hands stiff from determinations curse... At last it was finished

Excited to reveal my plan for such a magestic beast.. But too soon that was diminished

Although it was white and pure, its appearence and identity was shamed

"Why a dragon? A symbol of Satan, A sign of distruction, Hell as a name?"

Can you stop seeing me and the things I create all a symbol of darkness within me?

You say I am what I create, and I can't say that you're wrong. So this is what I want you to see

I am that dragon... You think all my words are out to melt and burn

You think I am strong enough and big enough to take on your drowning waves you think I've earned

But I am a Paper Dragon... I look strong and fierce... But I can rip so easily

A simple motion of pulling me in different directions can bring the end of me

I run to you with my webbed wings spreaded across the sun burst sky

Greeting you with a firey smile, and a glowing warm heart... And yet I'm despised

A sword is impaled through all the scales you assumed were tough

They surrendered as easily as paper... And down I went...only wanting to be loved

I am Paper Dragon... I'm not dangerous... I'm not evil or bad!!!

I am of creation!!!  If I use my ferious fire on you, it is to protect me from you... Which is sad...

I have been Labeled... Along with the things I create

Isn't it amazing? This majestic paper king of the fire in the sky... Can't you relate?

You call it a demon... You call it a mimic and a mockery of purity and light

... I AM A PAPER DRAGON, BLACK AND WHITE WINGS SPREAD WIDE AND BRIGHT

... If you don't want the fire the Lord has gifted me with to melt your ice...

Then alright... But I won't allow your waves to soak me and wash away this life...

I'll be perched on a hight mountain top, looking over you and your waves from a far distance...

You wonder why I'm so far away...  Why you feel so much resistence...

My glowing charcoal eyes you can still see... You grow more confused and ticked!!!

All because... Of this Paper Dragon Conflict...

Distruction,
     Chaos
Trust no more- unit of shambles.
Words meaningless,
     I do...I lie.

Love gone wrong or love given wrong?
Who is an onlooker to decide?
Family or foe?
     Both fit this scenario.

A home filled with bodies
     Some fake emotions
As full of life as a graveyard,
     A moment of unison and then gone.

When does the fighting subside?
When he admits he's wrong,
          When she admits she's wrong,
                    When they admit they're both wrong,
                              When they admit alcohol isn't the solution?
Never realizing the most deadly family killer isn't another come into the picture,
     But instead a little clear liquid taken ten times a day.

We walk a distance of
A thousand suns,
Once Filled with
Ice cold hearts,
And acks of the
sorrow filled souls,
We dance through a kingdom
Hand picked by phony cowards,
That only dream of daring,
Although we can't escape
This prisoned life,
We know our destination
Is here.

Brawling through ones desires,
Captivating the truth with
One stripped heart,
As time counts down
Till the end,
Our time has come,
And it is now or never,
To save this world from
Infinit polluted distruction.

I Robot
You Robot
Me....
Robot

We never had a sense of empathy programmed into us. Yet we wonder why people consider us so dangerous.
Taught the difference between right and wrong by society.
Given a choice of what we could be but it was never a variety.
If you ever disapproved your microchip is removed and replaced with something they like to call new and improved.
But luckily there is no machine that will never malfunction.
We understood this and it led us to our distruction.
Yes at that moment we were blessed.
We understood we had the power to be depressed.

I Robot
You Robot
Me...
Robot

We learnt that we can pop the pills a little faster.
Tie the ropes a little thighter.
If you stop taunting us you can hear my wrists whispering slit us.
Go across the street and get hit by a bus.
I will not have to leave a suicide note.
All they need as proof are the poems that I wrote.

I Robot
You Robot
No more...
Robot

THE ALLAN FAMILY STORY = THE QUEST TO KEEP BRIAN WITH THE FIGHTERS AND KEEP HIM BULLIED



YA SEE, BRIAN WAS HAVING A HARD TIME, BATTLING HIS VOICES, AND ONE

VOICE ESPECIAL;LY WAS HIS FIGHTING WITH DAD GETTING BACK ON HIM

WITH A FEW OF HIS BEST MATES, AND EACH TIME BRIAN WENT TO PAT’S HOUSE

HE REALLY LIKED HOW, THEY SHARED, FISH AND CHIPS AND CHICKEN AND ALSO

AND A NICE PIZZA, YEAH BRIAN AND PAT WERE JUNK FOOD JUNKIES AND PAT

WAS REALLY NICE TO THE OWNER, ALWAYS ASKING HOW HIS BUSINESS WAS,

WHILE, BRIAN JUST SAT THERE TALKING TO PAT, ABOUT LYLE DOES, IN HINDSIGHT

IT WAS LEADING TO A WHOLE HEAP OF TEASING LIKE ME WITH DAD COMING BACK

TO HAUNT ME, LIKE WHEN I DIDN’T WANNA FIGHT A VOICE WOULD CROWD PAT’S HEAD

YEAH YOU GO AWAY LIKE THE COWARD THAT YOU ARE, AND I TOLD MUM, AND SHE SAID
CANBERRA ARE OUT TO GET YOU, BUT BRIAN DISAGREES, CAUSE BRIAN  HATED THE VOICES

OF DISTRUCTION, YA SEE, BRIAN WAS BEING YOUNG WHEN HE DREW ON HIS ARM, LIKE

A PEN TATTOO, AND DAD HATED THIS, WHICH FORCED BRIAN TO GET INTO A VERY BIG

FIGHT WITH DAD, SAYING, HIT ME WITH YA RHYTHM STICK, HIT ME, OH HIT ME AND DAD

SAID, BUDDY, I WILL HIT YA, BUT I DON’T WANT TO HIT YA, YOUR MY SON, AND I DON’T WANT

TO ENCOURAGE VIOLENCE WITH YOUR MATES BRIAN, AND MY BROTHER YELLED OUT KEEP

BLUDGING ON HIM BRIAN SURE MATE, AND BRIAN TRIED TO KIDNAP HIMSELF ON HIS PARENTS

BECAUSE, DESPITE BRIAN’S PARENTS BEING NICE, THEY WERE TWO OLD FOGIES AND BRIAN

WALKED AROUND FROM HOUSE TO HOUSE, TRYING TO FIND HIS MATES, TO ESCAPE HIS DAD

BUT BRIAN BECAUSE, HE WAS CRONUS, HAD TO BECOME A WRITER, CAUSE THE ALIEN INSIDE

OF HIM, MADE HIM COMMITT A BAD CRIME, LIKE TIE UP AN 11 YEAR OLD BOY, AND ALL BRIAN’S

MATES SAID TO BRIAN WHY DID YOU DO THIS, WHY!, AND BRIAN SAID, IT FELT GREAT AT THE TIME

AND PAT SAID, LET’S LEAVE HIM ALONE FOR NOW, BUT WE HAVE TO MAKE THIS COWARD PAY

FOR WHAT HE DID, BUT BRIAN WAS UNDER, PSYCHOSIS, OF TED BUNDY’S EVIL REIGN, OPAT

WAS NICE TO BRIAN, AND BRIAN LIKED PAT A LOT, AND HEARING THE VOICE OF PAT TREATING

HIM, LIKE A MAN TO A FIGHT, MAKES BRIAN SCREAM OUT ‘WHY ARE YOU ******* WITH ME BUDDHA

AND EVERY TIME I GET UP AND MOVE ON, THE STUPID FORCE KEEPS ME FROM LOOKING

YOUNG EVEN IF I HAVE NEVER BELIEVED IN GROWING OLD AND FUCKEN WEAK.

YOU SEE AS I RUN UP THE ROAD, I HEAR THIS VOICE, SAYING, YEAH GO AWAY AND RUN

LIKE THE LITTLE COWARD THAT YOU ARE, YOU LOST OUR FAITH IN YOU BRIIURN

YOU LOST OUR FAITH IN YOU, YA SEE, I ALSO HEAR THIS VOICE SAYING, IF YA WANNA BE LIKE US

BRIURN BEHAVE YOURSELF, CAUSE, YOUR NOT A YOUNG DUDE, AND BRIAN SAID, VOICE

I WANNA GET TO ADELAIDE, AND LIVE, I WANNA BE A HOLLYWOOD ACTOR, I WANT TO BRING SUSIE TO

BE BRAX’S GIRLFRIEND ON HOME AND AWAY,AND I WANT TO WHACK ALF STEWART WITH THE BELT

BUT THIS VOICE SAYS, IN A HORRIBLE VOICE, VERY SARCASTICALLY REPEATING EVERY WORD

THAT CAME OUT OFR MY MOUTH, YOU SEE THE COSMOS WANTS ME TO BE SHY, BUT DUDES

I DON’T WANT TO GET FOUGHT, CAUSE LATELY I DON’T **** PEOPLE OFF, MY PAST IS DEAD AND BURIED

AND WHILE I SAW PAT, MY BROTHER PLAYED TENNIS BY THE HOUSE, AND PAT SAID, I WANT TO TALK TO YOUR

BROTHER, SEE YA LATER, I AM NOT YA DADDY, BRIAN, BRIAN CAME OUT TOO, AND WE ALL JOKED AROUND TOGETHER

DAD AND MUM WERE TRYING TO TREAT ME LIKE SOMETHING I AM NOT, A COOL KID TO SQUABBLE WITH

JUST BECAUSE, DAD THOUGHT I HANDLED MY BROTHER SHYLY TO HIS OLD FOGIE WAY

AND THAT IS WHAT STARTED A LITTLE FUED WITH DAD, ME BEING A LITTLE SHY BOY TO HIM

HE WAS AN OLDIE, LIKE THAT. ENJOY YOURSELF PATRICK

I am engulfed in the pain of the day
always stalking me wishing me harm
with my life unimportant it leaves me to try and discover why want's my soul
I always think i find happiness but discover that it is an illusion and a lie
I cause pain everyday I remain here in this eartly coil
The pain has convinced me to avoid further distruction of oters hearts I must cause one last pain one more loss.
Though I question my head and the broken and painful heart I cannot dispute the logic that is derived.
So it may be best to say goodbye and remove the pain from my life and leave one last pain for you to get over and forget about me