We fail to see the meaning
when we are so demeaning
to ourselves
to our spiritual essence
when we demand 
command
of all worldly possessions
obsessions
that the ego thrives upon
as it grinds you

down

and

down

where the pain remains forever
but my friends
we can escape
evaporate above this prison cell
ring the bell of hope
if we ( Read more... )

My art form has been my tragedy
and I have worn it around my shoulders
like fashionable anger in threads
because the complex remains the same
when 8 am smears into 5 pm
each grain of sand tumbling down an hourglass
spent in hours of glass
Such secret silence lay beneath
hiding in
each dream
each scream of tears
as shouts stream down each cheek
and leak into ( Read more... )

themes
spirits
ghosts 
driven
eyes
full
steady movement
open 
sunlight
closed 
moonlight
silent
aggresive treatment
semon on cement
silent in secret
lost in this midnight city

How can I release the beast when I refuse to open the cage?
It paces back and forth
eyes stuck dead center
as I enter into its abyss
flinch
scatter empty hearted back to reality
back to insanity
what a calmity 
because the beast has a hold of me
control of me
my only escape 
buried deep
but the beast
well
the beast steals me back
hidden
ridden with a guilt that I ( Read more... )

divine method
creative intuition
mind
body
soul
ever growing fear that my body is not enough
too small
not enough
fear feasting on it all
steady run 
faded 
to a jaded crawl
because time stalled
because theres got to be another level
another pattern
another swatch of fabric
quite enigmatic
to watch 
my watch
fly away with this nonsense

I really want to kiss her
than throw it up on twitter
but you dont kiss and tell
at least I don't think you do.
It is so much more than to quench this rage
uneven pages of feelings from long ago
present again
but nobody likes you when you're 23
at least thats what Blink said in whats my age again.
I just cant bring it to you musical and lyrically
so my aim ( Read more... )

Im moving so fast
a lost trance
a quick glance
and I am almost near the end.
Such nausea
a real test of patience
will
desire like a wild fire
I want to scream in fear and ecstasy.
The dream feels so much better than reality
the build up so much greater than the release
the panic soons sets in 
but im moving fast and have no time to change my mind.

whitewashed
cookie cutter
advice from your mother
simple and sweet
one follows two follows three
just typical
no mystery
certainly not mythical
you see it
smell it
breathe it in and just let it chill
eyes lock
stock and down the barrel we go
throw flirtation into the air
just so fuckin typical
voice soft and lyrical
what a mircale
at last
this joy will be typical

I know you…

yeah

I know you well.

You sold me on the idea that I belong in hell!

You made me think that I am some mindless freak

trapped inside a wishing well

but really, why does it matter anymore?

You are just an after thought

and me,

I am impervious

to this context like waterproof Gortex.

I will stand up to this tug of war

gore

steadfast, convex and

you know ( Read more... )

I pick
and I pick
until I bleed out these vicious thoughts
that there isnt anything else to do
but to prove my worth
and prove my self 
to everyone
to anyone
to me in order to see who I really be
or do I run away from what I actually see
to flee some closure
exposure
to the proof that something exists
something persists
to bring my demise
but I despise the answer
( Read more... )