Its a brand new day,
I awake to my mind in clutter,
Same routine, different day,
I shower my sorrows in cold water,
As I step out, I carry on with my daily mask society has given to me,
Argueing to myself saying what I do isn't right,
But, clearly nothing in life is given to you,
So I serve relentlessly, not thinking at all about the consequences,
As I see new faces and meet new people I say,
"Hello, nice to meet you, I AM your local street pharmacist."
They stare at you.
They judge you.
They talk about you.
They hurt you.
Because they're "jealous"
Because they're "abused"
Because they're "hurting"
Because they're mean.
You cry at night,
You want to fight.
But you're scared,
You hate fear.
Your parents ignore you,
Sometimes THEY bully you.
Your siblings laugh at you,
They usually pick on you.
What do you do about this?
Stakes her claim.
She doesn't mean it's hers.
She means it's not mine.
So many lives in an essence of mind
the possibilities endless
there are so many of me
I don't know which one to give life to
I'm like a deer in the headlights
starring down my inevitable fate
how funny we should die together
One and two,
Sure, it felt true
Three and four,
The heart can restore
Five and six
Scars start to itch
Seven and eight
Pain is tied with fate
Please don't make me count to ten
Faces of mirror,
Reflecting ideas of hollow by
Facing each other
Projecting the rays of concepts that claim
To be for a better world
The rays collide, conflicts abide
Concealed intentions are to divulge
And trainers of such thoughts to indulge
No purpose does regard our well-being
Masters of the art of demonocracy
Are here to labour us all
And we will have to serve them all
"Caressed by the tongue of the serpent,
They'll birch us by the whip of blind hatred
We'll be longing for our long gone past
The time when our fathers cared
For people, not their nations.
As we exhale for the very last time
The foul air in our lungs."
They invoke the realm
Opening the gates
To the domain of the Faceless,
Voids who crave fulfillment in their desolation
The coming tyrants of this world
Of segregated herds of sheep.
Lyrics to the song Reflections by Chaos Descent, released in 2016
Written by Mahdi Monstrosity Dn
The words lay down their lives, poetry is the temple.
No faces required, no images desired...
From black and white the colors emerge.
People often change,
Like wheather they have various range.
I totally understand it's the situation,
But atleast u can call me on some occasions.
The world is f i l t h y and dark,
Now see where we are.
I'm done with fake clowns,
Everytime I trust my face truns frown.
It is for sure friendship had cost me a lot,
People now a days are emotionless just like a bot.
Once you hold me,
my soul is forever yours
you make me a song,
i will give my words
You will show up
that i can keep in a jar---
if you are not mine.
some has a good hair.
Once you come
in my world,
you are one
of my master piece.
You are like a never ending story.
It is not
I see. . .
In a sense...
I thought I knew who I was
But I only knew myself in that time
All these years have faded the familiar lines
You never step in the same river twice.
Two different faces
Who am I?
The one they see
Or who I am
They don’t notice,
So I hide
smiles and laughter
(inside) (and out)
| O | | O |
(feeling) (as if the)
(world is mine )
\emptiness now gone/
\and a joy fills/
funny faces all day
making you want to fly away as joy hold you hands and sets you free growing wings of happiness soaring through the sky of life.
Honestly I was hanging out with some friends and family and we all made funny faces and this happened due to my boredom the next day :)
I see faces, i see flowers
on loose pages,
it smiles at me
from a crumpled paper.
this is how i paint the room blue.
I find my delicate side,
i stay in a shipwreck
yet i stay alive,
you might understand
why i put it all on paper,
This is the way i paint the room blue.
You lost something you held
for too long,
It's not your fault anymore
if she'd knew better,
she knew better
she won't leave the embers,
this is how you paint the room blue.
You don't have to close your door,
and let your curtain down
let me stay to tell you,
the moon starts to be whole again
the ghost won't jump out behind,
i see the world in you,
this is how we paint the room blue.
The love of a mother for her child
is not the same as the child's love for his mother.
The love of a man for a woman changes
after they are married
from what it was before,
and her love does not correspond in all points with his.
Love between man and woman
is different from the love of boy and girl.
Love can be permanent as the tides, regular, unquestioned,
with no end and no recognisable beginning.
It can come suddenly,
as a thunderstorm in summer breaks
upon the thirsty earth,
except in the memory.
But under any one of these emotions
what is there for us to say?
Only, I love you.
Thoughts can be subdivided, classified, clothed with words.
Words fit feelings only approximately,
and our deepest feelings must often go unclothed.
So when I say I love you
I cannot analyse what I mean.
I only know that I do love you
and hope you understand.
An early evening gust
broke the back of the day's blaze
Still 90 degrees at eight
in orange haze
Sweat runs down my neck
Through the gorge between my *******
The wind lifts my linen shirt
runs its hands along my sides
of Forest Park
of a blanket in the grass
Where the pines trace
so many faces
Crackling popping kids
stolen matches, running
Blowing tin cans up with fire crackers
Bicycles, sparklers, fireworks at dusk
That whole afternoon
I spent hammering caps
Noise really makes us kids
Mom wants us out!
Gone! All of us!
No needs. No excuses!
No cookies! No slices of bologna!
“No more Kool Aid!
That evening I tried
to dismiss the itchy sweat
at Gino's family picnic
When some kid
(I don't know?)
between the rigatoni and the sweet corn
tosses a sparkler
into box of fireworks
I don't know?
whether to cry or laugh
I was pretty scared
Rockets going off across the lawn
and onto porch
Craze of colors through the trees
Some at eye-level horror!
But the sight of Aunt Nedda
diving under picnic table
Stockings, garter belt upended
Capsized beyond her caring
of uplifted dress
Some images just stay with you, ya know?
July 4th always lands for me
on a firework's ***
"Caps" are little red rolls of gunpowder dots, originally made to give a snap to toy guns of the 1950s. We figured out that by layering them and using a hammer, you could get a bigger crack.
What a pretty holiday
I wish that I had gone
But did you know that all they did
was post it on their phones?
What amazing friends they have
I wish that I had more
but actually these people have just met
and are a bore
What a funny club night
I feel left out again
Well maybe its another way
to drown out all the pain
What a lovely boyfriend
He bought her lovely gifts
but do you know that hes repaying
her for all his sins?
Pretty pretty wedding pictures
for everyone to see
did you know he sometimes
"accidentally" makes her bleed
happy shopping family
filling up a cart
did you know the parents
can't grow love in their hearts?
Happy, smiling faces
I wonder what they've seen
and why they have to force a smile
on pictures on this screen
Lovely posing woman
why do you hold your breath?
How many pictures did it take
to make you look your best?
Is it worth it? Is it needed?
to get approval from your 'friends'?
Are we worthy? Are we needed?
does it matter end?
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They use their pretty faces everyday
And look with disapproval to the slightest display of self expression
But there is always a seemless crack
Hidden by lyes of the past and false promises of the future
Flonting their pretty face in the presence of a king
Masquerading their rotting corpses by disguising it with an expensive coffin
As for all the pretentious souls, those pretty faces aren't so pretty, behind the closed doors of solitude
Here comes the sun little darling's
We all get burned
Is it your turn
Oh! Where I thou
"Green light Diner"
It's telling us to Go
* * *
The Earth beauty faces
I will be your direct sunlight
In plain sight to the daylight
her blossom tree
All I ask come for me
Her face could eat
The divine flower laced
Tie a yellow ribbon on me
We have so much to see
Let it be sun-face Moms
The Sun "Watchtower"
Someone knocks you off
Your "Bill" on the Ice Queen
The Goddess rodeo waitress
She got you roped in between
The cigarette 1940 case hostess
I suppose the sunflowers every booth
her smile sets in place
The stain-glass window Notre Dame
Rock and roll hall of fame
The earth kids rainbow chalk
Sun-fun treetops like a beanstalk
Napoleon Elementary Watson
New Jersey Diner capital admission
The Peking duck *** luck
European beauty hunter's menu
Any luck this will be awhile sip "Starbucks"
1-Antipasti cute Shiba Uni
2-Consomme Chicken soup
3-Sun-face to the soul fruit loop
4-Chicken pepper Salsa
Sun-face lights up Visa
5-Hearts of Artichokes Mona Lisa
6-Soy ****** salmon
My sun worshiper man
Fish tacos hummus
Rome was not build
In one day
The windpipes and
the tablecloths Oh! yikes
Full of dream pipes
Sun tan stripes and zebras
Couscous salad big star dipper
Egyptian Gods camels back
Sun-face diner no time
for the sun-chip snack
Diners from 1920-1940
Sun-face air force dresses
Medieval times two swords
Holy lords Easter parades
" Ice-cream Spumoni"
Dinner in the sky
Robin red breast fly
Italian artwork Coliseum
Look up in the sky
It's a bird shaped
Paper plane bad romance
Waffle House jukebox rock and roll
Hall of fame whats in a food name
Cowboy steaks American Flags
Cajun chicken legs fruits and figs
At the caboose Ladybird jet lag
Valentine Diner chairs
got footloose homemade goose
Purple rain Prince maple
Bananas and strawberry fields
lake sun in shape of a snowflake
Forest Gump changes to
Vitamin C honey bunches of Oats
Yummy floats of egg cream
Open table Sun-face dream
Eggs light she's not finished
Pristine of carrots with
Rings of napkins holding
A time well-bred marriage
Well known landmarks of
Long ago time she saw the light
Daylight Knight like a scale to weight
Whispers of wine and grapes
Sun face courtesan love escape
Sun Faces trillion times mansion
Sun-faces never go out of fashion
Sun faces and dinner places the best in the world eat heartily Drive in and Diners all over the world have a medieval touch with the Vikings and melodies from the heart of the surface her smile will always be there everywhere she goes the Diners place her with Rose
Hell's demons are everywhere
If I could only convince you to see
Drinking gin and tonic with style
Sipping haughtily on lemon and tea
Their distorted evil frightening faces
Are masked from human sight
As they pass you with indifference
Grinning and nodding
Moving left to right
As their vicious appetites call
Growing hungry for souls
In the silence of the night
They gobble up foolish sinners they encounter
That disappear forever from sight
So the next time you have the desire to dine in the evening
Take a moment or a second or two
Remember faces are not all they seem
A demon may be sipping a martini,
While smiling and sitting right next to you
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All the sad faces, so quickly they appear
Those eyes they peer; like voyeurs of the night
As time approaches dusk, and light becomes dark
From Upper York Street-
To the strongholds of the the Shore Road
Glimpsing in, people stare back
From the Spides of the north
To the elderly and beyond
Coughing and shuffling, moaning and groaning;
Oh! What a concert!
Amadeus would be a proud man indeed
As it slogs by I catch a fleeting glimpse
My face, appearing ever so different; sadder
It must be illusionary, right? Perhaps
Standing there, just thinking to myself
Will I ever see these people again?
I gaze at a photo
of the 3 years old me
blond hair with an uneven fringe
blue eyes twinkling
at the freshness of this nascent life
a slight gap at the top of my baby teeth
showing through a natural gentle smile
a knitted jumper of a maroon shade
over a buttoned up white shirt
This could be an airbrushed cover boy
such is the perfection of this angelic child
but the year is 1970 with limited technology
the photographer an uncle or an aunt
just another kid in a growing family
I've seen photos of Kurt Cobain at the same age
we were born only 3 days apart
the resemblance to me is striking
he born in the rainy north west of the USA
my birth in the rainy north west of England
both with Irish heritage
both part of generation X
both from humble backgrounds
both journeys poles apart
Only death parted my parents
I had a settled loving upbringing
I never learned to play a musical instrument
I never joined a band
I never sold millions of albums
I never had a stomach complaint
I never fell to the temptations of narcotics
I never married Courtney Love
I was never the voice of our generation
I never made the ultimate catastrophic decision
But I did listen to that voice
I did listen to the angry, confessional lyrics
I bought those albums
they still spoke to me
I still listen to them now
I'm alive and still here in my 50s
I don't have much money
I've never had fame
that ship sailed without me
that ship sails stormy waters
that ship hits icebergs
that ship can sink
I give thanks every day for what I have