Blur my god
kill
season of change
will
fail and rise
brush off ash
vocalize
stain
mobilize
soul
hibernate for
100 years
return to blur
my god
fulfill
a reason to grow
cultivate a new
symptom
descriptive of a
rhythm
implicitly
forgiven
but never
understood
blur.
20110427
20110312
Feeding Eterna
Beauty existence a flowing a river going a mountain snow falling gradually a dusting of opportunity a religion once followed wayside wandering boy child growing a progression of stars a silhouette so subtle yes there is a place where sight cannot taste the...
the love words seem to waste mirrorball spinning above dance floor a split second streaming seemingly dreaming however blatantly screaming he goes alone exhibiting a slow breathing reaching a state where in his eye this moment lasts forever.
the love words seem to waste mirrorball spinning above dance floor a split second streaming seemingly dreaming however blatantly screaming he goes alone exhibiting a slow breathing reaching a state where in his eye this moment lasts forever.
20110305
Return immortal or Mirror dreams eternity
Relinquish all doubt that i might never win
you are just a memory of the state i've been in
for twenty years, maybe more
regardless
long enough
i am metal, i am god
i am metal god
i am that which believes
that conflict is not real
nor homeostasis,
a dream
they will anger rise
they will spin like jealous wives
they will suffer no acceptance
and no longer will i bow
to the mirrors will they plow.
you are just a memory of the state i've been in
for twenty years, maybe more
regardless
long enough
i am metal, i am god
i am metal god
i am that which believes
that conflict is not real
nor homeostasis,
a dream
they will anger rise
they will spin like jealous wives
they will suffer no acceptance
and no longer will i bow
to the mirrors will they plow.
20110206
Vessel
Volumes speak angels and demons alike,
earthen words, when
selling
souls
elevates misperceptions of
love.
earthen words, when
selling
souls
elevates misperceptions of
love.
20110201
Stay
and
be hated
be scorned
be adorned
in bleeding robes
be warned
for
Mercury was revolting on his approach
as if dying in the throes of lying
again
be warned
when
rubber bullet chemistries
make music in the air
a formulaic memory
of a time when being bold meant
being true
make me believe there is a reason to stay
in the wane of losing you.
be hated
be scorned
be adorned
in bleeding robes
be warned
for
Mercury was revolting on his approach
as if dying in the throes of lying
again
be warned
when
rubber bullet chemistries
make music in the air
a formulaic memory
of a time when being bold meant
being true
make me believe there is a reason to stay
in the wane of losing you.
20110127
Doma en prescience
In death I will be free
of you
the ambiguous you
of dreams
nightmarish in essence
coma lingua en prescience
in life i disposed of bodies
pushed them all away
the bodies of the innocent
who knew no better
than to put their faith in me
blood is not blood
sad is not sad
and there are no more tears
if ever there were
the walls they covered
with their own shit
and ceased to eat
to send a message
to a queen,
the ambiguous you,
to never dream.
of you
the ambiguous you
of dreams
nightmarish in essence
coma lingua en prescience
in life i disposed of bodies
pushed them all away
the bodies of the innocent
who knew no better
than to put their faith in me
blood is not blood
sad is not sad
and there are no more tears
if ever there were
the walls they covered
with their own shit
and ceased to eat
to send a message
to a queen,
the ambiguous you,
to never dream.
20110125
The Drowning Man by The Cure from the album Faith
She stands twelve feet above the flood
She stares
Alone
Across the water
The loneliness grows and slowly
Fills her frozen body
Sliding downwards
One by one her senses die
The memories fade
And leave her eyes
Still seeing worlds that never were
And one by one the bright birds leave her ...
Starting at the violent sound
She tries to turn
But final
Noiseless
Slips and strikes her soft dark head
The water bows
Receives her
And drowns her at its ease
Drowns her at its ease
I would have left the world all bleeding
Could I only help you love
The fleeting shapes
So many years ago
So young and beautiful and brave
Everything was true
It couldn't be a story
I wish it was all true
I wish it couldn't be a story
The words all left me
Lifeless
Hoping
Breathing like the drowning man
Oh Fuschia
You leave me
Breathing like the drowning man
Breathing like the drowning man
She stares
Alone
Across the water
The loneliness grows and slowly
Fills her frozen body
Sliding downwards
One by one her senses die
The memories fade
And leave her eyes
Still seeing worlds that never were
And one by one the bright birds leave her ...
Starting at the violent sound
She tries to turn
But final
Noiseless
Slips and strikes her soft dark head
The water bows
Receives her
And drowns her at its ease
Drowns her at its ease
I would have left the world all bleeding
Could I only help you love
The fleeting shapes
So many years ago
So young and beautiful and brave
Everything was true
It couldn't be a story
I wish it was all true
I wish it couldn't be a story
The words all left me
Lifeless
Hoping
Breathing like the drowning man
Oh Fuschia
You leave me
Breathing like the drowning man
Breathing like the drowning man
20110121
Slowly going
Let God die
and don't be afraid to capitalize
on lost souls.
Let hope fade
and try not to kill
on your way out the door.
Tell everyone how you feel
then live alone
misunderstood
forever.
Pray for insanity
or anything to explain this
to warrant an existence
so futile.
I love rainbows, gnomes, smiles, happy faces, and people, people, people.
and don't be afraid to capitalize
on lost souls.
Let hope fade
and try not to kill
on your way out the door.
Tell everyone how you feel
then live alone
misunderstood
forever.
Pray for insanity
or anything to explain this
to warrant an existence
so futile.
I love rainbows, gnomes, smiles, happy faces, and people, people, people.
20110114
Change, the moderate, and extremism
He grew up knowing nothing but hurt.
Everyone he had ever trusted used him.
Abused him.
Today he trusts no one.
They are all out to get him.
The past predicts his future.
Controls his present.
It’s a typical condition.
He is many.
He is the extremist.
On either end of the spectrum.
Righteous in his belief in what is right.
What is wrong
He believes that change for the better is no longer a possibility.
Good does not exist.
Hope is a waste of time.
No friend to his lingua franca.
And when they speak of change, with their candy eyes.
He laughs.
When they suggest giving hope a chance.
He laughs.
When they suggest an open mind.
He claims he has one.
And they cry.
He mocks the other side.
But an extremist is an extremist.
Right or left – neither listens.
Because negativity is a magnet.
Breeds negativity.
Creates circles of friends who flourish.
On mob mentality.
He is right, because his friends are right.
He cannot.
He will not.
See.
What he believes does not exist.
A moderate perspective.
Where change and possibility thrive.
It’s a shame that it is within our human nature to choose sides. For when we choose, we are in effect saying that the other side has nothing to offer, will have nothing to offer. Democracy is no place for the moderate among us. Maybe in the next evolution.
Everyone he had ever trusted used him.
Abused him.
Today he trusts no one.
They are all out to get him.
The past predicts his future.
Controls his present.
It’s a typical condition.
He is many.
He is the extremist.
On either end of the spectrum.
Righteous in his belief in what is right.
What is wrong
He believes that change for the better is no longer a possibility.
Good does not exist.
Hope is a waste of time.
No friend to his lingua franca.
And when they speak of change, with their candy eyes.
He laughs.
When they suggest giving hope a chance.
He laughs.
When they suggest an open mind.
He claims he has one.
And they cry.
He mocks the other side.
But an extremist is an extremist.
Right or left – neither listens.
Because negativity is a magnet.
Breeds negativity.
Creates circles of friends who flourish.
On mob mentality.
He is right, because his friends are right.
He cannot.
He will not.
See.
What he believes does not exist.
A moderate perspective.
Where change and possibility thrive.
It’s a shame that it is within our human nature to choose sides. For when we choose, we are in effect saying that the other side has nothing to offer, will have nothing to offer. Democracy is no place for the moderate among us. Maybe in the next evolution.
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