you know who you are

perhaps ill be as cool as you one day.

or maybe youll stoop down to my level,

then we'll play. I mean,

I'm down for a good time, but

you are just so sky high.

save me your sympathies,

I am writing symphonies.

The fuel you feed me,

I am burning seas of

your filthy disease.

Leave it to the breeze, moving

your poison that pollutes

my breathing.

supersize me,

so patronizing, but

there's no disguising

your blatant lying.

1/11

A living dream, being

asleep in a deadly wake

where we're all zombies, a lethal

display of our mummified and

disarrayed, subliminal state. And our

parasitic tendencies feast upon our

narcistic ineffiencies, for we are our

own blood-sucking vigilantes, avenging the

crimes of our own misdeeds.

Remember, we are zombies, formed from

our furtive infidelities, the docile nature of which

roams wild in its interrogation of our

virtualized humanity. A ravenous and

gluttonous banquet of our dwindled vitality.

Metaphysical fatality.

a pagan's pyrexia

what happened...
running off with your heathen friends, skipping through
enchanted meadows of indulgence, and now
the sky, swiftly a shade of black.
the dark humor sifts into the air, and
your breath stale as the bitter wind
uncertain, no direction. only
every direction appealing
"in the moment."

the sin, caked around your ankles
pulling ligaments and stretching
your tolerance just so far.
so far, so near to your death.
what is unfamiliarity, truly your
best under those pastels
green and blue and
crimson red.

please, forgive me.
forgive you? please.
a chuckle for a cry,
when needed an escape
from your own fate you
sealed by an obstinate heart.

The stubbornness of this life,
exploding into existence as
a product of our ignorance
for weakness.

Crescent moon, cresting
over in shadows reflecting
the gloom.
Day sinks,
Night floats,
Good is gone,
and you're the aftermath.

1/12/2010

The "Nothing" in stanza 3 doesn't refer to "everything." it is an illusion to 'you' who thought that reality was nothing, but it was actually reality. idk if that makes sense, haha.

Just some thoughts...
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Desire,
a play on feelings
you're the lead.
Dancing and singing
morale into a simple song,
you know the tune,
and you love every
cadenced beat.

Flashing lights,
a rave inside your
heart, a break down
hard on the dance
floor. Nothing exists,
except this moment
under heavy breath
and the euphoria of
lunacy. Mind under
matter, up and above
what matters most
to you, but the rising
sun shines down.
It's all over,
It's all over.

Nothing is reality.
a repercussion of a
night unforgivable and
contrite, wasted into
your memory.
feeling is now believing,
no doubt, an oath
you would rather
worship.

Betray your religion,
you hypocrite.
A Him you've lost
with your reasoning.
Clutch the remnants of
a safeguard proverb.

A consolidate
cosmos, you are
your own God
now.

Are you happy now?

Guilty Until Proven Innocent

I forget that I'm real
------------------------ly fair at being fake, yet
I play a fair game with this world, forgotten and lost in its ways.
I fake out by breaking out of these childlike,
--------------------------------------unchildish ways.
F O O T S T E P S, pounding out those clumsy, unfit b b s e s
--------------------------------------------------------------a y t p

they instill
harmony, peace... one with the
UcNoIrVrEuRpStE, the serpent slithering
and, woe, weaving its way through my words, my thoughts.

through my mind.

It sheds its skin, unravelling that filthy shell
to unveil the sludge, slime and soot
laid anew to dwell in these now caves now crumbling.

these citadels, remember,
the antiquities of this memory.
post spiritual warfare,
as legends forgotten
and as myths gnarled by the
pretenseful tongue of that wicked snake.

beauty is the beast. it enchants,
i am reposed, in trance
as the psychedelic vibes raise
their anarchy between my silenced limbs.

one way in, no way out.
no way in, one way out.
there is no dual bliss.

Creations and Conclusions

I just want to be honest,
broken, freed from myself confined
inside this silly little box
I've been calling home
for way too long, shorting
out this flashing reality.

Breathe in breaking out.
inhaling this thin, erosive air has
gained you nowhere.
It'll cry amity when you get there,
It'll cry amnesty when you get there,
over the crimson pains of these
severing pleasures,those unsatiating pleasures
you binged over.

Insincere integrity,

we've earned ourself a new name?

by no means...

it's been like this,
we've been like the tax collector,
satchel and stomach, saturated
from our gluttonous, corrupt aspirations

his, her
it's all of us
our fault
we're faults
for faulting
for so long
knowing
omitting
and never
ever
moving

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I think fresh in chi-town

Embrace Love as a child,
for it spoils rather quickly,
outgrowing your straining grasp
like magnetic repulsions
pull harder, break away
you're reaching for the invisible,
for the thin air that you refuse
to breathe in.
It's all footsteps and bitter blisters,
a shallow path with your deep
impressions of agression.
So tear me up,
right in this blasphemed passion
Keep on growing down, down, down
to your unfeeling knees and
pray your synthetic prayers,

it's too late for a blessing now.