taking slow, nervous little steps towards the woman that captivated his thoughts for the last five years the man was suddenly overwhelmed with what he had planned to do. What if it came out wrong, what if someone heard him, what if he was interrupted, what if he couldn't say what he had waited five years to say? Time for him seemed to move at a snail's pace as every little worry suddenly swarmed the front of his consciousness like wasps. With his mind still reeling he approached her delicately before kneeling down in front of her, thank god she was smiling.
"For five years I've known you as a great friend and the best woman a man could possibly have in his life... I probably should have done this sooner." he started noting how the candle light framed her face, making her seem ethereal, so otherworldly. "I still can't get over the embarrassment of spilling coffee on you the day we met and i still hope you'll forgive me for that," he said chuckling softly at the memory. "It took me about a month, coming to that cafe everyday, before i got the balls to ask you out." he said, taking her hand in his. "I know you knew. Every day you would have my order ready and waiting. God we would have been playing that game forever if you didn't write your number on the bill." Feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on the two of them he pressed on. "Over the next four years you taught me how to live, if it wasn't for you I'd still be working that dead-end job delivering packages, now look at me, I'm making my living doing what i love, and I wanted to thank you for the support in my artwork." Struggling over how to say the next thought he looked at her delicate gentle smile for support. "I wanted to thank you for making me who I am to day and that I'll always love you. And... And I.." he gripped her hand even tighter as tears welled up in his eyes, feeling the tightness envelop his throat he whispered out, "And I'm going to miss you," the first of many tears leaked out from his eyes, "I'm going to miss you so much Jaclyn." He finished, kissing her gently on the forehead Standing up he quickly walked away from the casket, pushed past a group of whispering people and burst though the heavy wooden doors of the church into the awaiting rainy street, its shadows swallowing him whole like the sorrows that danced about thoughts, laughing like demons.
done on request for a friend of mine. hope you enjoyed it.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
request
"You know what I think about smoking." said a female voice a few paces back from where a man stood, leaning over the railing of a tall building, looking over the city.
turning around he tried to hide the look of shock on his face, "When did you get here?" he asked, smoothing out his suit habitually.
She held out her hand looking expectantly at the person in front of her. "Ahem."
Sighing he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "And here i thought you had changed." he comment as he placed the box in her waiting palm.
"Hmm," she sighed, "wouldn't that be nice." with a flick of the wrist a cigarette appeared in her other hand. "Got a light?" she asked placing the cigarette between her lips.
Laughing the man held out a lighter and lit the end. "Then again maybe you have."
She eyed him with a look of friendly spite while taking the first drag, before stepping up beside him lean out over the railing. Below them people chattered on the streets, still looking for a bar that might be open. The lights from the city blinking and changing constantly, giving the rooftop around them an dull yellow glow. Exhaling she watched the smoke drift lazily up into the dark sky, stars obscured by large gray clouds.
The two stood in silence like this until the girl felt the familiar burn on her fingertips. "How long's it been since we did something like this." she said as more of a statement, tossing the butt to the ground 12 stories below her.
"Done what?" he asked following suit, tossing his butt and turning to face her.
"This!" she said spreading her arms indicating the moment that they were now sharing. "When was the last time we just sat and didn't say a thing?"
"Oh I don't know" he said averting his eyes to look down on the people below him. The beginning of a bar brawl about to take place. "Three years?"
"Three and a half" she said calming down, still facing him.
The stillness that followed was consumed by two cigarettes before either spoke again
"Does she know?" the female figure asked, brushing a piece of her long brown hair out of her face and behind her ear, being sure not to make eye contact this time, keeping her eyes focused on that one blinking light at the far end of a street. "I want you to answer me Roy."
"Yea she knows." He answered her promptly, surprising her.
"And?"she pressed on, deciding to try her luck.
"I'm standing here aren't I" he said chuckling sadly at the words. "So why are you here?" He asked. "The old bastard still keeping his 'ever watchful eye' on me?" a vengeful tone creeping in at the edge of his voice. She carefully noted his hands grip the rail tighter.
"Listen, you know the old man!" She pleaded, "We hadn't heard from you in three years, he wanted to know what you were up to and I..." She trailed off, wringing her hands together nervously. "I just.." she made the mistake of looking into his eyes that gazed the distance, filled with anger, hatred and fear. whispering softly she finished her sentence. "I wanted to know what its like being free..."
As if snapping out of a trance his hands and face relaxed before turning to regard her. "I am not free." he said making sure to emphasize every word as he stared directly into her sapphire eyes. "Your father made sure of that." he finished. Left with nothing to say she could only watch as he took off his suit, revealing the tight blackened leather and cloth attire of his former position. "I'm leaving again." he stated. "Don't follow me this time." he continued to move to the far end of the roof before grabbing the rail with both ends and flipping his body over the side. "Sam" he said still staring her down, "Don't follow me." as he let go Sam thought she could hear him say something else.
"Idiot," She thought, smiling, wiping tears from her eyes. "Like theres anything else i can do." she stood counting the standard twenty seconds before leaping over the edge after him.
turning around he tried to hide the look of shock on his face, "When did you get here?" he asked, smoothing out his suit habitually.
She held out her hand looking expectantly at the person in front of her. "Ahem."
Sighing he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "And here i thought you had changed." he comment as he placed the box in her waiting palm.
"Hmm," she sighed, "wouldn't that be nice." with a flick of the wrist a cigarette appeared in her other hand. "Got a light?" she asked placing the cigarette between her lips.
Laughing the man held out a lighter and lit the end. "Then again maybe you have."
She eyed him with a look of friendly spite while taking the first drag, before stepping up beside him lean out over the railing. Below them people chattered on the streets, still looking for a bar that might be open. The lights from the city blinking and changing constantly, giving the rooftop around them an dull yellow glow. Exhaling she watched the smoke drift lazily up into the dark sky, stars obscured by large gray clouds.
The two stood in silence like this until the girl felt the familiar burn on her fingertips. "How long's it been since we did something like this." she said as more of a statement, tossing the butt to the ground 12 stories below her.
"Done what?" he asked following suit, tossing his butt and turning to face her.
"This!" she said spreading her arms indicating the moment that they were now sharing. "When was the last time we just sat and didn't say a thing?"
"Oh I don't know" he said averting his eyes to look down on the people below him. The beginning of a bar brawl about to take place. "Three years?"
"Three and a half" she said calming down, still facing him.
The stillness that followed was consumed by two cigarettes before either spoke again
"Does she know?" the female figure asked, brushing a piece of her long brown hair out of her face and behind her ear, being sure not to make eye contact this time, keeping her eyes focused on that one blinking light at the far end of a street. "I want you to answer me Roy."
"Yea she knows." He answered her promptly, surprising her.
"And?"she pressed on, deciding to try her luck.
"I'm standing here aren't I" he said chuckling sadly at the words. "So why are you here?" He asked. "The old bastard still keeping his 'ever watchful eye' on me?" a vengeful tone creeping in at the edge of his voice. She carefully noted his hands grip the rail tighter.
"Listen, you know the old man!" She pleaded, "We hadn't heard from you in three years, he wanted to know what you were up to and I..." She trailed off, wringing her hands together nervously. "I just.." she made the mistake of looking into his eyes that gazed the distance, filled with anger, hatred and fear. whispering softly she finished her sentence. "I wanted to know what its like being free..."
As if snapping out of a trance his hands and face relaxed before turning to regard her. "I am not free." he said making sure to emphasize every word as he stared directly into her sapphire eyes. "Your father made sure of that." he finished. Left with nothing to say she could only watch as he took off his suit, revealing the tight blackened leather and cloth attire of his former position. "I'm leaving again." he stated. "Don't follow me this time." he continued to move to the far end of the roof before grabbing the rail with both ends and flipping his body over the side. "Sam" he said still staring her down, "Don't follow me." as he let go Sam thought she could hear him say something else.
"Idiot," She thought, smiling, wiping tears from her eyes. "Like theres anything else i can do." she stood counting the standard twenty seconds before leaping over the edge after him.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Narrative V3
haven't quite been able to come up with a title for this one yet.
Music drifted lazily about the countryside, floating on leaves blown by a cool spring breeze. It scrolled over the water of a serene lake, piercing its surface before being lost in the depths below.
Content to leave the imposing walls of Troy behind him, Piccolo would often venture out to this very lake to play his flute and revel in the gods blessing of nature. He reached his hands skyward giving a stretch and a yawn, causing Zeus and all the gods of the heavens to yawn as well. Laying down the wooden instrument in his lap, he felt the wispy hands of sleep start to claim him as he reclined against an olive tree.
Not a moment after his eyes drifted closed, a voice, like that of a resonating crystal, called out to him.
“Play it again, dear Piccolo.” It seemed to say.
Slightly dazed he shook his head and peered around. No one was within his sight, lest they be hiding in the tall grass. Considering it a trick played on him by his sleepy mind and the wine god Bacchus he slowly slipped back into a restful state.
“Please, dear Piccolo, it’s been ages since someone has played for me a tune more beautiful.” came the sweet womanly voice.
He quickly woke and sat up. This couldn’t be his mind, he was certain of that much. His hand instinctively found the wondrous device. Piccolo gave the lakeshore a glance of suspicion before answering.
“Whether you be a god or a demon I can never refuse a request made of me.” He replied before playing.
He called out to his muse, asking that it bless him with a song to impress the disembodied voice. His body, his mind, his soul, his entire essence of being was focused on playing just this one song. Had his eyes been open he would have witnessed the grass around him growing a deeper green and the blossoming of multiple flowers, the tree on which he reclined sprouted and bloomed wide. The lake seemed to sing for a moment in happiness.
Life crept out from the artist while he played spreading across land. From two intertwined trees across the lake stepped two Driads, their lithe bodies like that of a beautiful woman but their skin took the appearance of solid polished wood. Drawn from their eternal slumber by the foreign sound, that tugged at them more powerfully than the desire to be embraced by the other, the two female figures swayed about the shoreline before stepping onto the surface of the water and elegantly danced their way towards him. No matter how complicated the movement of was, they always kept a part of their body touching the other in perfect synchronization to the music and each other. Arms barely touching they would leap forward and stop abruptly, then, hands clasped, they would reverse their direction in series of spins. With their bodies held tightly together they continued this motion with movements just as fluid as the water they danced across.
Piccolo opened his eyes just once and spying the two he immediately went back to playing, drawing the inspiration for his song from divine sources. As the wood-sprites neared him they reached up and drew a crown from the olive branches above him. Adorned with the blessing of nature the two stepped aside and as the last note was being drawn out from the mystical instrument they kissed. Piccolo opened his eyes as the crisp high note was leaving the air and spied the twos moment of pure happiness just before their legs dug into the earth, their arms embracing each other, hair extended until the strands became branches budding fruit. There they were, sprites of the forest intertwined as lovers again.
In that moment of awe, the waves crashed against the shore giving the sound of
thunderous applause. Water rushed together to form an emerging human body and even though she appeared as nothing but a swirling vortex of water, Piccolo could tell she possessed an aura of serenity and insurmountable beauty. As she took her first, gentle step onto land, her body changed from translucent to that of a fair skinned woman with eyes as bright as the noontime sky reflecting off the water. She looked around shyly before speaking directly at the dumbfounded musician.
“I thank you, dear Piccolo. You may call me Undine,” she said bowing low before him. He hastily regained his manners, catching himself staring at her nude form.
“How can I be of service fair nymph?” he said realizing clearly what she was before returning the gesture strange to him. She giggled at his attempt of a bow and noticed him trying to hide his gawking.
“I seek to become human so I may live in your world. To do such a thing I must first give birth to a child of a mortal man,” She said embracing him. “I would not have my son raised to be a warrior or someone who seeks to destroy. I have watched you ever since you started playing out here long ago. You abandoned your countrymen during a time of war at the cost of your exile. Your love of beauty and all things living are traits known to few men. We are of kindred spirit.” Undine continued pulling back from their hug. “Play for me that tune here every day and I will be yours until the sun and the moon shine no more,” she said, beaming a smile that reflected childlike innocence and playfulness along with maternal love.
Music drifted lazily about the countryside, floating on leaves blown by a cool spring breeze. It scrolled over the water of a serene lake, piercing its surface before being lost in the depths below.
Content to leave the imposing walls of Troy behind him, Piccolo would often venture out to this very lake to play his flute and revel in the gods blessing of nature. He reached his hands skyward giving a stretch and a yawn, causing Zeus and all the gods of the heavens to yawn as well. Laying down the wooden instrument in his lap, he felt the wispy hands of sleep start to claim him as he reclined against an olive tree.
Not a moment after his eyes drifted closed, a voice, like that of a resonating crystal, called out to him.
“Play it again, dear Piccolo.” It seemed to say.
Slightly dazed he shook his head and peered around. No one was within his sight, lest they be hiding in the tall grass. Considering it a trick played on him by his sleepy mind and the wine god Bacchus he slowly slipped back into a restful state.
“Please, dear Piccolo, it’s been ages since someone has played for me a tune more beautiful.” came the sweet womanly voice.
He quickly woke and sat up. This couldn’t be his mind, he was certain of that much. His hand instinctively found the wondrous device. Piccolo gave the lakeshore a glance of suspicion before answering.
“Whether you be a god or a demon I can never refuse a request made of me.” He replied before playing.
He called out to his muse, asking that it bless him with a song to impress the disembodied voice. His body, his mind, his soul, his entire essence of being was focused on playing just this one song. Had his eyes been open he would have witnessed the grass around him growing a deeper green and the blossoming of multiple flowers, the tree on which he reclined sprouted and bloomed wide. The lake seemed to sing for a moment in happiness.
Life crept out from the artist while he played spreading across land. From two intertwined trees across the lake stepped two Driads, their lithe bodies like that of a beautiful woman but their skin took the appearance of solid polished wood. Drawn from their eternal slumber by the foreign sound, that tugged at them more powerfully than the desire to be embraced by the other, the two female figures swayed about the shoreline before stepping onto the surface of the water and elegantly danced their way towards him. No matter how complicated the movement of was, they always kept a part of their body touching the other in perfect synchronization to the music and each other. Arms barely touching they would leap forward and stop abruptly, then, hands clasped, they would reverse their direction in series of spins. With their bodies held tightly together they continued this motion with movements just as fluid as the water they danced across.
Piccolo opened his eyes just once and spying the two he immediately went back to playing, drawing the inspiration for his song from divine sources. As the wood-sprites neared him they reached up and drew a crown from the olive branches above him. Adorned with the blessing of nature the two stepped aside and as the last note was being drawn out from the mystical instrument they kissed. Piccolo opened his eyes as the crisp high note was leaving the air and spied the twos moment of pure happiness just before their legs dug into the earth, their arms embracing each other, hair extended until the strands became branches budding fruit. There they were, sprites of the forest intertwined as lovers again.
In that moment of awe, the waves crashed against the shore giving the sound of
thunderous applause. Water rushed together to form an emerging human body and even though she appeared as nothing but a swirling vortex of water, Piccolo could tell she possessed an aura of serenity and insurmountable beauty. As she took her first, gentle step onto land, her body changed from translucent to that of a fair skinned woman with eyes as bright as the noontime sky reflecting off the water. She looked around shyly before speaking directly at the dumbfounded musician.
“I thank you, dear Piccolo. You may call me Undine,” she said bowing low before him. He hastily regained his manners, catching himself staring at her nude form.
“How can I be of service fair nymph?” he said realizing clearly what she was before returning the gesture strange to him. She giggled at his attempt of a bow and noticed him trying to hide his gawking.
“I seek to become human so I may live in your world. To do such a thing I must first give birth to a child of a mortal man,” She said embracing him. “I would not have my son raised to be a warrior or someone who seeks to destroy. I have watched you ever since you started playing out here long ago. You abandoned your countrymen during a time of war at the cost of your exile. Your love of beauty and all things living are traits known to few men. We are of kindred spirit.” Undine continued pulling back from their hug. “Play for me that tune here every day and I will be yours until the sun and the moon shine no more,” she said, beaming a smile that reflected childlike innocence and playfulness along with maternal love.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Matrix piece V1
Well I've run that whole race
had good form, quick steps
but still came in last place
what a shame it is to get the finish line and see the tape already broken
And God Damn these metaphors I make up for my life
and all the haikus and poetry I write
As I'm writing this I'm asking myself
"Is scribbling it down the same as shouting it out?"
I guess it comes from my inability to speak my mind
when it comes to matters of the heart
I would be content to talk with and make fun of her all day
just don't make me tell her
I underline, bold and give her
in an effort to show her
but in the end I trip up
and stumble
and lose the race.
just an F.Y.I.
contrary to popular belief this poem isn't about a specific person
had good form, quick steps
but still came in last place
what a shame it is to get the finish line and see the tape already broken
And God Damn these metaphors I make up for my life
and all the haikus and poetry I write
As I'm writing this I'm asking myself
"Is scribbling it down the same as shouting it out?"
I guess it comes from my inability to speak my mind
when it comes to matters of the heart
I would be content to talk with and make fun of her all day
just don't make me tell her
I underline, bold and give her
in an effort to show her
but in the end I trip up
and stumble
and lose the race.
just an F.Y.I.
contrary to popular belief this poem isn't about a specific person
Monday, April 21, 2008
Bust of a young nobleman
Feast your eyes on this!
so apparently some folks found a bust of a young nobleman that looks remarkably like myself. imagine me with out a nose... or add a nose to him. Either way its pretty awesome, I would write a story about him/me but I think it would be far too amazing for mortal eyes. I'm sure it would involve time travel, shape shifting robots and romans.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Change of heart
I deleted some of my older stuff i had on here, if you noticed that somethings were missing. But yea it was unimportant stuff... don't feel like your missing out. I figured out how to get my drawing program on el compy to work this weekend so my tablet finally works with it. unimportant as well. this post will probably get deleted in the near future. I need to keep up the impression that I'm working on something...
and for my metaphorical poster of the raven by E.A.P I made a picture of a death like character and after finishing it found out it looks remarkably like voldemor...vodamort... voldemortamartamor.... he who must not be named... with wings.. terrifying.
and for my metaphorical poster of the raven by E.A.P I made a picture of a death like character and after finishing it found out it looks remarkably like voldemor...vodamort... voldemortamartamor.... he who must not be named... with wings.. terrifying.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Some of the Things I Should Have Told You ("final")
I always try to say what I think
so I live with no regrets
soon I'll be moving from here to there
and I don't want to leave you feeling empty.
You knew how to open my mind,
read it like a novel, write in your
own beginnings and endings.
Without a doubt you were my muse.
Being able to thank you left me at ease.
Looking back though I think I forgot
to tell you a few things about myself,
most of all I should have said
"I love you" its cliché I know
so let me redeem myself.
I should have told you time
does not exist. It's all made up,
just inside your head. And last I checked
man still made the clock.
Should have said beware of man made
creations like god and the devil.
Should have stamped that stuff with
a really long warning label.
I should have told you that I
tend to spew theological bull shit.
Should have warned you that some
of the things I should have said might
have been offensive.
Should have told you to search
for the higher knowledge, instead of
stuffing your head with straw.
You should take that one to heart.
Should have told you such
scarecrows end up in fields
of materialistic and worldly concerns
alone and with out others,
save for those damn birds
Should have told you such
selfish thoughts grow faster
than strawberries but taste like dust
and are worth even less.
Should have told you of the many
Zen idealistic thoughts I had
that rolled through my head
like a love letter in a bottle,
floating in a vast, vast sea.
Should have told you its ok
to look for compassion in others
but first figure out how to
love yourself, its the only person
you'll ever really know
I should have told you all
these things and more
maybe I'll write a book
I can title it "All the things
I should have told you"
I' m going to have to tell you though
that it will probably be a long read,
but even if the phrase has lost all its meaning,
The value of it dried up through repetition;
still the first page will contain only the words...
"I should have said I loved you"
I took out a few things, added some others, what do you folks think?
Work in Progress
something i was working on and i thought I'd share it with you guys.
swimming in and out of your temples periscope
you'll find me mocking those without spiritual sight
just because you have answers doesn't make you right
the twine of your faith can't bind me like rope
like a vulture coming to dine
I pick at your thoughts,
squish them like grapes
and turn 'em into white wine
periodically laying back to set sail
rotating words and commonly used phrases
mix it with paint,
and give that masterpiece some changes
this is a work in progress as of right now.
Feed back is lovely.
swimming in and out of your temples periscope
you'll find me mocking those without spiritual sight
just because you have answers doesn't make you right
the twine of your faith can't bind me like rope
like a vulture coming to dine
I pick at your thoughts,
squish them like grapes
and turn 'em into white wine
periodically laying back to set sail
rotating words and commonly used phrases
mix it with paint,
and give that masterpiece some changes
this is a work in progress as of right now.
Feed back is lovely.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
V2 Things Can('t) be the Same
I open my eyes to the blinding light
and felt the need to close them
only morning,
and already my distrado was fueled
I felt no relaxation in the shower,
recalling what was said to me
"you can only completely understand yourself"
those words didn't roll off as easily as the water
Anger flowed through me
as easily as the butter went on the toast
though it met less resistance
as it started to spread inside myself
the front door slams closed
the sky isn't blue
the grass isn't green
my distrado only sees in gray
I hate what I can't understand
so by his implanted reasoning
I hated everything
I can't reject the truth
You changed me
for the better I think
I can pick the moment out from the strands of time,
I can't forget something like that
sitting alone you slide next to me
"you look sad, do you want this"
a tray of desert pushed in my direction
I look incredulously at it then you
the first bite was the sweetest
The fat strawberry, ripe with ancient feelings
your giggle as you wipe away
some red juice dripping down my chin
I saw it then in that moment
there as you smiled
your eyes carried an immeasurable sadness
that same look i saw everyday in the mirror
you'll never know how happy I was
when you wanted to spend the day with me
being with you I felt guilty though,
misery loves company
the walk in the park seems so surreal
the evening sun dipping low
your hair reflected in the golden light
made you seem like a spirit passing through
the feel of the cool deep grass
on our backs we created galaxies
we spoke of literature, art, love
and of gods that had long since past
saying our good byes you stood there
averting your eyes I already knew
a white flower reflecting lunar light,
my response to unspoken words
I woke the next day with a purpose
my heart tugging at me
I couldn't be late
I hate hospitals
Giving your name
I run to the room
Ignoring shouts
I couldn't be late
I was late
I stood there in the empty room
sheets folded neatly, everything tidy
my distrado wanted to ruin it
tear the sheets
break the glass
destroy everything
but I stood there
I saw the vase
and a permanent hole was punched
right into my angry heart
lunar light still lingered on the petals
I dropped to my knees
and for the first time in a long time
I cried,
it was all I could do for you
i changed up a few things, it seems better now though, i like it.
and felt the need to close them
only morning,
and already my distrado was fueled
I felt no relaxation in the shower,
recalling what was said to me
"you can only completely understand yourself"
those words didn't roll off as easily as the water
Anger flowed through me
as easily as the butter went on the toast
though it met less resistance
as it started to spread inside myself
the front door slams closed
the sky isn't blue
the grass isn't green
my distrado only sees in gray
I hate what I can't understand
so by his implanted reasoning
I hated everything
I can't reject the truth
You changed me
for the better I think
I can pick the moment out from the strands of time,
I can't forget something like that
sitting alone you slide next to me
"you look sad, do you want this"
a tray of desert pushed in my direction
I look incredulously at it then you
the first bite was the sweetest
The fat strawberry, ripe with ancient feelings
your giggle as you wipe away
some red juice dripping down my chin
I saw it then in that moment
there as you smiled
your eyes carried an immeasurable sadness
that same look i saw everyday in the mirror
you'll never know how happy I was
when you wanted to spend the day with me
being with you I felt guilty though,
misery loves company
the walk in the park seems so surreal
the evening sun dipping low
your hair reflected in the golden light
made you seem like a spirit passing through
the feel of the cool deep grass
on our backs we created galaxies
we spoke of literature, art, love
and of gods that had long since past
saying our good byes you stood there
averting your eyes I already knew
a white flower reflecting lunar light,
my response to unspoken words
I woke the next day with a purpose
my heart tugging at me
I couldn't be late
I hate hospitals
Giving your name
I run to the room
Ignoring shouts
I couldn't be late
I was late
I stood there in the empty room
sheets folded neatly, everything tidy
my distrado wanted to ruin it
tear the sheets
break the glass
destroy everything
but I stood there
I saw the vase
and a permanent hole was punched
right into my angry heart
lunar light still lingered on the petals
I dropped to my knees
and for the first time in a long time
I cried,
it was all I could do for you
i changed up a few things, it seems better now though, i like it.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
"Good" love poem
filter through my life blood
pumped directly from my heart
you'll find an unusual strain "Love"
a non-fatal disease, and your the cause
i was infected when I saw you
your ethereal beauty transcends
these Earthly bonds
like a drug it spread
the symptoms are as follows
trouble breathing, difficulty speaking
clumsiness, erratic behavior, trying to hard
and awkwardness are common
if I keep it to myself
it will probably become malignant
slowly eat away my soul
good intentions rotted to the core
my only choice is to admit my affliction
there's no vaccine
there's no way to fight this off
you're my only cure
pumped directly from my heart
you'll find an unusual strain "Love"
a non-fatal disease, and your the cause
i was infected when I saw you
your ethereal beauty transcends
these Earthly bonds
like a drug it spread
the symptoms are as follows
trouble breathing, difficulty speaking
clumsiness, erratic behavior, trying to hard
and awkwardness are common
if I keep it to myself
it will probably become malignant
slowly eat away my soul
good intentions rotted to the core
my only choice is to admit my affliction
there's no vaccine
there's no way to fight this off
you're my only cure
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
It's Wierd for Me to ( )...
A simply, stagnant, stationary society
A race that has claimed perfection
it escapes as a light from deep down inside of me
my own truth in which i find a voice
a trebling, terrified, transient tone
would you have it any other way
don't worry it will soon be gone
blown away like a whisper in the wind
Rules, Regulations, Rights
all it seems were made to be broken
speaking feels like standing on a cliffs edge
one more deep breath before I leap
A call A claim A cause
and now to await the effect
a spirit called an evanescent
only my voice fades faster
A view, variable a Vision!
an idea escapes my lips
will you listen?
Pen to Paper, my way to war
So go ahead and close your fist
and I will open my hand
We'll let a kinder world
decide who's a bigger man
A Blast , Bomb A Bullet!
I've seen how you fight now see my release!
I've got the greatest weapon of all!
combat unending war with peace...
A race that has claimed perfection
it escapes as a light from deep down inside of me
my own truth in which i find a voice
a trebling, terrified, transient tone
would you have it any other way
don't worry it will soon be gone
blown away like a whisper in the wind
Rules, Regulations, Rights
all it seems were made to be broken
speaking feels like standing on a cliffs edge
one more deep breath before I leap
A call A claim A cause
and now to await the effect
a spirit called an evanescent
only my voice fades faster
A view, variable a Vision!
an idea escapes my lips
will you listen?
Pen to Paper, my way to war
So go ahead and close your fist
and I will open my hand
We'll let a kinder world
decide who's a bigger man
A Blast , Bomb A Bullet!
I've seen how you fight now see my release!
I've got the greatest weapon of all!
combat unending war with peace...
Try Not To ( )...
The first little post thing that I've done with this blog so...
Indecision leaving you further behind
so fearful of the wrong choice
how can you await the cause
of something you have yet to effect
Afraid of the stinging hurt
the darkest aftermath of decision
a bright light at the tunnels end
why do you choose to sit alone
well if your right hand causes you pain
take a lesson from what they've said
take a moment to cut it off
with a stoic expression move onto your head
asking you not to place
your name in objects is what Ive heard
if "I" can lose yourself
then "mine" is an evil word
should you finally decide
along with the rest of our generation
materialistic fears thrown away
then hear the word "congratulations"
Indecision leaving you further behind
so fearful of the wrong choice
how can you await the cause
of something you have yet to effect
Afraid of the stinging hurt
the darkest aftermath of decision
a bright light at the tunnels end
why do you choose to sit alone
well if your right hand causes you pain
take a lesson from what they've said
take a moment to cut it off
with a stoic expression move onto your head
asking you not to place
your name in objects is what Ive heard
if "I" can lose yourself
then "mine" is an evil word
should you finally decide
along with the rest of our generation
materialistic fears thrown away
then hear the word "congratulations"
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