DeconstructionTheir lives were built on liestheir bliss just a facadefor twenty years plus fivethey'd vowed before their Godto live and love and laughand build forevermorethey hired a household staffhad friends and wealth galorebut life behind the sceneswas filled with booze and sexhe said "it's in the genes"she said "it's just complex"the children shook their headsnow grown and on their ownfrom the time they were kidsashamed of what was sownTo deconstruct a vowis treachery indeedif they had known what they know nowmight it have changed their wicked deeds?
The Scarlet of ValorWere we brought forth to be monsters,Instruments made for channeling deceit?Where rancor’s lies and hatred feed us,And another’s misery is our peace?Just whose shoulders do we stand for?On this clever grueling affair?Or do we go and purge on blindly,Like fish swimming in air?If its strength we wish to have proven,Then far too long it has been done.Done with ways much too impeccable,Pushing humanity into the slum.But a commodity without fulfillment,Will take those without a price.What we protect goes on to crumble,But we’re all deaf to our own cries.Thus from a pain was borne much more,Like a rained on se
Shut inDon’t mock me, or block mefrom taking my stance;A pity, the cityis caught in a trance.If only the lonely--the rich and the poor,Admit it, we did it!By shutting our door.I’d doubt it, without it,We’d crumble in ruin;Still, steady, alreadyforgot what we’re doin’,We chide the societyfor shutting us in--When really, the “silly”was us to begin.
No longer warmMy eyes are warmMy heart is coldYou never knowYour grin grows oldYou laugh at meIm always wrongYour great friendshipDidnt last longIm your friend But youre not mineMy hug is coldYouve crossed the lineI no longer wantTo be your friendFace it nowThis has to end
How to Know You're Living Rightif today was your last day,and tomorrow was too late...if the devil came and knocked on my door,said, "You'll be given scant hours more."I'd pack no bags, just jot a note:"It's been fun, more than I'd hoped,"and let it flutter to the floor.if plans you make for your last day,things you'd want to try and play;if special times you wish you would,you're not living as you should...it doesn't matter anyway.when the devil comes and knocks on my head,"This day is your last," he said;"Keep the change, let's move on out:last day's ain't what life's about."I'll race him to his vessel instead.could you say goodbye to yesterday?
this world will offer...this world will offer a tie for my trustbut no government can raise life from the dustso i got to remember the truth that resideswhen ile follow my heart instead of the liesthat everyones spewd whether like it or notwho knows wut is best in a place that will rot?so just smile and think 'wut a fool is that guy'hes not going to college he'll be shoed as a flyand tho i may not be on record or knownwe'll all be remembered for wut we have sownnot wut we have reaped or wut we may claimachievements or 'honors' as fame is a gameand 'trusty' employers will say they know whyand demanding u orders to follow, or 'bye'but i got to ask
Something To Believe In...My heart, a field of wildflowers,Your love can make them bloom.Fill my head with diamond showers,And thoughts of golden noons.Rays of whimsy find your smile,They dance across your face.Electric light behind your eyes,White heat in your embrace.Smolders linger where you touch,Refusing to consume.Tantalizingly preventingPleasures known too soon.Amber soulfire flickers denselyInside our misted shade.While heavenly once was our intention,To desires we abade.A penny for your thoughts, my dearOr maybe two, or three,Surely all the riches I holdFor what you think of me...
ShadeThe bird spreads its wingsWithout hesitationWithout reserve it singsTowards the sun it soarsCasting its own silhouetteSo grand and to my eyes it roarsI am only a shadow in the shadeHere I exist and blend so perfectly into the worldWonders of the man-madeArtificial hearts that save livesOr do they only prolong sufferingFear of death like dull knivesSo I step into the lightAnd in the blinding momentI finally regain my sight
Depression's DuelA girl alone, cold and wallowing in the fragments of her soul.Two beings, Life and Death are locked in mortal combat.Death strikes first with a furious vengeance.DeathIn her life there is so much strifeOver such trivial matters that mortals fight overMoney, power, looks and loversNo one cares to give her a fair chanceIn death there is a releaseEternal slumber and peaceThe world is cruel, just like the gruel she forces herself to eat in defeatLifeYes, in your life there are quarrelsand people choose possessions over you.But remember your little sister who looks up to you.Your mother who held you through your child hood.The
CagedLike a lion behind the bars of a cageMy longing for more fills my heart with rageThis rage build and later I realize Their is nothing I can do to make it subside My heart wishes for something moreBut my spirits trapped behind a cell doorI don't know who has the keyTo open these walls and set me freeMy eyes miss the wildThe thrill of the hunt The wonder of a childMy mind being absentAll the while I sit and I stayMoments fly by as life slips awayWhat more can I do to feel that freedom againWhat more can I say when I don't understandWhere is it that I am meant to be?Because I know this caged beast is no longer me
Chasing hidden lightWater rolls off of pristine petalsFar beyond the beauty of moist metalsThe organic life fighting for the outsideWanting a life the cage seems to hideCustomary blooms of a sacred natureAlloy of a colder nomenclatureBut beauty always finds a wayNo matter the sunlight given through the dayTo brake the bonds of a confined spaceA battle so many in life have facedYet like a broke heart that only wants to decayThe side of the fence has a better light….and I want her to stay.
Awake in my ExistenceLive through others in your proxyYou challenge existence without noisesThe only thing you cannot fathomIs the wakening of your boredomAwake a life full of illusionsCrave for another lost sweet unionOn a realm of cruel destructionYou whisper words of guilt and nonreactionThe frame of death float on your lifeNot another hope for the lost soulsDesire, joy in your cortex will subscribeStand up choices who belong mentally yours.
what will come tomorrowA darkness is stirring Inside of meI struggle from itBut I cant break freeHorrors are abundantly I lose all I ever held dearFading from this world that growsAs my mind wanders with shadowsPeace is something foreign to meA life of hardships is what I leadI never seem to be enoughWho thought love would be so toughBroken mirrors and picture framesSomehow it is all I blameI know that something more is leftOther than a quiet deathA surrender, A return to senderI've been on a benderAnd I cant seem to stop these tearsFrom ringing every fear I haveBringing it to light and thenMaking them my only friendBraking what little I love
The RemembranceDon’t look back in your pastWhen you believe the hope is lost;Your reality is fiction for your brother,Some things are always destined for the othersThe anxiety will hold you in the mistThe loss of words, to reach the summer’s feast,In hopeful rush you cross the mounds of skullsTo pierce the future who’s waiting for your callAction and movement seen through dirty lensesBroken thoughts expecting in defensive,An inside sorrow to banish it from sightUnfolded by black magic deeper in the nightRevisit all the moments seen in your strangest lifeRecall the memories in which you try to dive,Do not believe the hope f
Nope, NeverI do not think about you.You never cross my mind.When it comes to you I'm deaf.My inner eye is blind.I don't see your lovely eyes.Nor lips that I desire.Not one thought about the bodThat sets my loins on fire.The things that I would do to you...Never speculation.Rumors to the otherwiseBorder on defamation.I do not look at your pics.They do not make me growl,Turn me into a lust filled beast,Throw back my head and howl.I do not think about you.You never cross my mind.The moon's made of cheddar cheeseAnd all the world is kind.
Sins of the MaskedBetween the faceAnd its reflectionTwixt the dreamAnd its inceptionFalls the Lie Our Father, who art in HeavenBetween the twilightAnd the wakingTwixt the longingAnd the takingFalls the Lie Give him a maskBetween the reason And delusionTwixt the truth And the confusionBetween the sparkAnd the illusionFalls the Lie Our Father, who art in HeavenOur Father,Give him a maskOur Father For this is Mankinds storyBetween the fableAnd the gloryFalls the lie.