poetry and ideas
I WANT/I NEED
I want to hold my head up in the skies
I want to breath clouds
I wont drown in the lies
I want to despise something other than me
I want to fly high
might be something to see
I want to be bold enough to feel alive
I want some revenge
just one chance and a try
I want to know what its like to be god
self destruct with a wink
forfeit thought with a nod
I want to feel good about what ive achieved
I want to feel love
I want to believe
I need to kiss you when theres nothing to hide
I need to be held
I need to confide
SOCIAL SUICIDE
I bleed gold for the company of enemies
ironic when its all they are after
I fight for promises I already have
then die hearing echoes of laughter
chasing what is behind me
blind side
self portrayed as a stranger
my eye searches laughter for remnents of friends
endanger myself
acceptance and trust
addicted to you
body to dust
light my soul as a torch to attract
Dialect reflects suffering needing to rest
I offered conversation
mistake
take the compensation for your time
I never intended for this
D.O.A. D.U.I.
how could I be lost when my directions never shown
Again ive been misplaced in places never even known
alone at home binge
broken glass
bottled bliss
I insist on one more shot at finding my way out of this
the colors blur
assurance of brighter days grows stronger with every rebellion
with every fractured heart of stone there comes a way to find your own
follow the crack in the surface to the source of the problem
skin graft on your chest covers up maps to nowhere
charts of unexplored answers
nowhere
not much left after impact
travel miles on fumes inside your empty tank
nothing left to burn but the liquor
told yourself you could make it then find out its a fake
nothing left to burn but the liquor
destination comes fast but you slam on the brakes
nothing left to burn but the liquor
search in flames for the fact that your heart burns much quicker
soaked in synthetic satisfaction
displayed as a lesson
I understand life like i understand love
its enough to be dead but theres faith in a shove
theres a taste of whats right in the warmth of another
bares resemblance to fights between friends and of brothers
but what bothers me most is whats lost in whats real
when we feel what we want whether steal or a deal
when we act out in fear of what could be a threat
then we face our own stranger that weve never met
what might be trespassing could be home
i dont want to be alone
I dont want to be that one person thats left asking questions
blessed with answers
stressed with anger
in danger of understadning
emeralds in the eyes of those blind to the sky
such a high has been lifted
mistakes trapped in time
ignorance is the key to knowing what is right
feel a sigh escape breath in a vine made from cries
depend on whats fake
just mistake where you placed your sould balanced on fate
nails rip through the flesh of whats left of the true
baby blue is the sky
while it turns to brand new
black on cue to the sound of thunder screaming loud
its the sound of an army of hatred born new in the land of peace
made a crease in a paper pf safety and trust
fuck the lust
its a must to believe
its your life left to rust
simple change in the colors of life marks a hate
disrespect in the lease
and the most fatal fate
mark the trate of a killer
fill in weapons of taste
such discrace shows a loser out of sexual place
I hate the words written in remorse of what happened that night
its a time to be true and enlisted in crime
please save me tragedy to those addicted to drama
karma comes in desires
cave in to the buyer
explained is the pace of embrace
quench your flame of whats good
face of what should be private
live in minds of those absent to your mistakes
what it takes to be true
should i make your true blue become black in design
your the kind that needs love in the form of a whore
and whats more is just skin and that resentful score
just explore the drawn line of what makes your heart sore in the morning after
I feel laughter in tears of the fears of what happened
I could flatten the truth and turn rumor to plaster
to connect all the trash and turn payday disaster
ill never understand your need for attention
wether it be positive or sexual retention
suspension of respect
Ill elect the winner of the race to love
its above my head
romance is not led in the eyes of lyers
understand me before commitment
sin to be fast to desicions
octogan sign represents the faith of the masses
lost againin in the song of the tune of disastor
stop
times of tragedy in those you love
peace wont medicate this....
wont hesitate in words
rough
penetrate pine residue of trees left in flames
left in anger so cold its ingulfed all my pain
tigers tame with the thought of the freedom promised
its the solace of love that brings hope to whats left
razor sharp fragments of understanding
pays in pain changing in shapes of metamorphic explosions
expose all who had a part in the destruction of my pride
I hide in the hate of my ancestors
sins of a father left to strangle the son
equilibrium lost in the details
whats wrong with the eyes of those blind to there preset
until we met i never understood compasion
it has happened with you
an angel in the fog
left to rot as a demon in a jungle of anger
like the fake faithless loss of a saint
imposed in by a moral dilemna of secrecy
fuck all those who doubt
BLUE SKIES IN BLACK TIMES
blue skies in the sky then a faithless eclipse hits
with the force of a god and the lack of those kisses
when the suns covered up the the loss in this life
someone needed to hold
somewhere needed to hide
while ive tried to just smile
eyes glazed over like ice
the denial left my feelings butchered and diced
into peices of mixed messages to my mind
makes my blood feel so cold and my hope hard to find
blue skys are a lie
blue skys are a lie
when black times are whats real it seems to chanegt the sky
to a melloncolly* medley of nothing
I need someone to kill the lie
SEX IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES
strip the obssesion cliche of its lesson with lust
All I searched for was love and some integral trust
what I wanted was love
what she flaunted was skin
mixed the message within me to sexy new sin
idolized in the minds of those needing to taste
what makes men into slaves and throws love right to waste
and it thrills me to think of the things we could do
but it kills me to think that your his...
or once was
...now its through
heavy hearts left misunderstood
tempures flair and crack the wood of the canvas
heres my heart in a portrait
If you want you can have it
only colored coreography without you
I dont resemble the person you worship inside
assemble the meaning of living a life
in every step you take
pathways lead to differant places of hate
only one leads to love
an artist needed to complete the spaces left unfinished
I need you regardless
I only ask for an answer for my reflection
Peace comes in a picture painted in passion
smile comes full circle
define my life with the company of yours
conversation ends so quickly with a skin deep laceration
vocal chords slide to the floor
stand and stare in fascination
at the destruction done
breath caught in the back of my throat
slow understanding of your view just cut right through all of my wishes for the future
faith seems surely obselete with every note of your voice
noise of the ripper sings on key with every wrong choice
in the chance of something better, but something lesser always lives in the mind of those you love
consqueunes of covenents built up and smashed against my face seem to add a burning sensation to my wounds
those thanks to you
;)
