Sunday, August 14, 2011

No Mercy Here

They burned under mercy
when suspicion ruled and courts were cruel
willed to sleep when the black soaked in
and candles flamed
as each night tore another sin
silence soared the untamed green
no mercy here among the savage screams
those innocent souls
whose voice they told
no mercy here
I told you so
they spoke
they rose
from ashes of rage
and ultimate smoke

Strong Morphine Please

Lost my faded red lighter
can't believe I might have lost her
Just shoot me now, I can't go on
she was always there for me
and my funny little tantrums
Oh God someone save me!
from the flood, the wreck the fire
from every god damn disaster
I think I'm sinking, burning alive
in my own personal hell
my own foolish desires
quick call the doctor
someone stole my only friend
which was indeed my faded red lighter
is this place getting smaller
because it's getting hard to breathe
make me forget
strong morphine please

Flames For Breakfast

I found a red door
I've never seen before
I followed until the dawn awoke
we all unlock to become then not
What a place dark and subtle
whispers chanting harsh and little
a small smile I sank into
within a space I thought I knew
I'm not all there, I must confess
Flames for Breakfast?
Everyday I rise with the rest
and smoke a unlit cigarette
out of the place I'll soon forget
I'll fly away, too soon to nest

The Healing Realm

Come on in to another
I'm not a saint, but I've gone no farther
don't delay the healing motion
no don't delay, we're losing patience
come on in from isolation
take everything in moderation
just another question to
the lost soul who stands beside you

Here take my hand, I'll lead you over
we're almost there, i'ts not much farther
we're going under beyond and over
don't look back it's now or never
the pain will soon release

Come and in and take a friend
to this place where madness ends
a perfect feeling will so set in
you'll rise above and fall again
look around we're so far gone
into this place ewe don't belong
such an easy way to be
nothing is what is seems

Can you believe this feelings mine
ignore the do not enter sign
way beyond the realm of time
is way we roam out on the line
ever closer to disaster
farther from the present danger
soon we'll be above their laughter
so much farther from being sober

Here take my hand, I'll lead you over
We're almost there, it's not much farther
we're going under beyond and over
don't look back, it's now or never
the pain will soon release


I want to be a positive influence in this world
and pull good karma towards my skin
however the other force
the negative one
is a tornado that will pull you in and take you down
with every inch of it's gruesome power
and you will go down with a violent smack!
it's malice is only self serving
and to no other end will you become

Useless Pack Of Reds

Emerald Blue, shes walking through
broken pieces of her youth
she'll never ask that of you
have you seen her latest scheme?
she's getting back her beliefs
now she only hears the dark
it's always had a way with her
she has always had a way with words
Emerald Blue she'll see right through
everything you ever do
I'm sitting here among her mess
haven't had my needed cigarette
waiting for a flame to catch
upon it's tip of bitter sweetness
just a little nicotine fit
can't seem to find some matches
such a useless pack of reds
sitting here among her darkness
whatever happened, use to know an Emerald Blue

Uncomfortable Bed

Lovely binding winding words
release their strength of scheming curse
weaving and twisting through gruesome trails
writhing indecent upon grit and nails
is this the bed I've slaved for sleep?
Or where sadness go to weep?
this transformed new
damned and fated desire of mine
held and debated through unfaltering time

The Awakening

Sad eyed virgins screaming their silence
to glaring Christs calming the violence
devils awaiting their new arrivals
innocent angels motionless on pedestals
untouched mortals awaiting their birth
to a new day
a new world
with unforgiven earth

The Silence

DId my words not make it though
are they ocean waves crashing so loud you did not hear?
or quicksand swallowing each word until they don't exist
should I scream or retreat into a small place of fear?
should I whisper softly like a distant dream upon which you wake and ponder it's meaning?
If they fall like leaves in autumn through cracks and tears
do they rise like ashes floating aimlessly through the air

you look through me like glass
I stare at you as you pass
shouting screaming words you can not hear
into the distance they reappear
slipping under this wall you have
like liquid they leave
i fear i will fade
far away like space
how far will I drift until you notice I'm gone?
I wish I was as beautiful as you wanted
am I silence in front of your wide eyes....

The Book

I wrote in his book
they've all gone wild
the cabin lies in salem
there is witchcraft floating there
go at once spirits drift
somewhat bewildered
the afflicted girls
Abby conjured spells by the fire
I never see the devil
he creeps around my window
I hear him while I sleep
strange dreams
a thousand voices
cried spirits! spirits!
and the accused were hung
evil set free
its breathes it breathes

Lost In A Walk

Walking outside again, a breeze kisses your face and sways the trees you see along side of you. You notice the detailed gondola across the way, without a doubt as old as the church it's next to. Grand canals await peacefully in the warm sun, soaking up the stream of rays that shred the daylight, piercing your skin with soft radiance. At night thousands of lights are the water's eyes in that greet you as you pass. The water looks like a door to heaven, as you peer at it with an amazed look. It is a seamlessly endless place with wonder and excitement crawling around each corner. In the streets a beautiful melody seeps though the darkness and your ears writhe to listen. A harmony of voices joins in to temp and arouse your senses. You follow as if in a trance to see the mystery, you are enveloped by the music, it overpowers you as you float down the sidewalk, aimlessly unaware of everything around you.

You approach a library. Inside there are brilliantly light portraits lined on each wall, newly polished and cleaned but obviously old and delicate to the touch. Tall shelves with withering books you swear will fall apart just by the gleam in your eyes. History and intrigue  drip from the ceiling, lashing out at your curious mind and fascinated movements as you stand in awe in the immense world you have just fell into. Dark hallways that whisper and scream the ancient rituals of yesterday, capture your thoughts and dreams as you walk away inspired.

Hands And Parts

While I was on way to a friends gathering
I came across some boys walking
they spoke to me and said I was pretty
I shied away from complimentary
they tore my dress as I screamed my little screams
and covered my mouth so no one could here me
I bled my soul that day, no recovery
hands and parts in and all over me
this is my story
you can not make me
forget or forgive move on or live
I'm just a shell of a girl that use to be
a little girl who had a smile and a dream
Hands and parts all over me
binding and bleeding and pushing on me
this is the day I lost my virginity
now I'm a shell of a girl that use to be

The Ex Girlfriend

Her sinister smiling soul
hungry dripping severed ache
bites and tears consumes my flesh
then tenderly nips , meets my breast
down leaning spine
creeps over and under weaving twine
upon its ever icy ache
freezing place
a tender kiss stops cold and stiff
remains a mid air inhuman glitch
I love the way you harshly move
jutting your words to match your mood
her taste still striking at my tongue
creeps crooked soft lit spun

Monday, February 7, 2011

Razor Blades For Beautiful Creature

It's beautiful this creature and me
we sit in silence grasping air and appease the darkness willingly
the deepness of the tone rolls on like crashing waves relenting its drawn
the ethereal voice creeps in
your good deed will soon arise
shoot out
shoot up
then compromise
the steady drum rolls on then stalls
what will creature bring to me?
a thought
a spark
a memory
a place to crawl in when my tide is high
or razorblades instead of lies

Places, Places everyone
the prisoners enlightenment has just begun
creature beckons my soul to arise
stand up open your unopened mind
beautiful creature what have you done?
I have brought razor blades of truth sweet hun
What cruel truth will creature tell?
the ones you buried in your yourself
Whose thoughts and memories are these I ask?
my dear ghostly girl they are your past
for this is the hour of your reason
nothing here is out of season
fiery and fierce your will must be
do not be tempted by its misery
these growing pains must be held
they hold the keys to unlock your cell
beautiful creature how much will this hurt?
gut wrenching and painful so a little a first

China Doll

I pull on the vines
Bring them close to my chest
I wrap them around my carcass
please don't fall apart now
I put myself back together
like a broken china doll
a million shards of porcelain surround me
I gather up increments of others lives
there is life in these bones
I breathe in the transient waves
of their vines, their thoughts
into my own china doll
I repaint her tiny eyes
so that they remain open, aware and wide
to see her mistakes
I put them into her mouth
forgive yourself I say!
she smiles and swallows