Wednesday, December 29, 2010
“Exiting the Smokescreen”
Friday, December 3, 2010
“Moonswallow”
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
"Oath"
Sunday, October 17, 2010
“The End of All Static”
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
“Soulcastle” - *100th Blog Post!*
Monday, September 13, 2010
“Death Howl”
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
“Chasing Dreams”
Daylight’s only sun burns down
Before the royal night offers its moon
And I’ve wandered the countryside
Lost in this spectacular dream of mine
Where friends and family are closest
And all I’ve ever wanted was in my grasp
For just a moment’s pause; a short breath
I’ve found love so brightly lit within me
As I stare into the eyes of the ocean
And she stares into the eyes of the forest
I’ve placed my mark upon this dusty map
As I cast away that which does not enrich me
I’ll pull all the stars down from the sky
Just to be closer to home, once and for all
Monday, August 9, 2010
"Go Go Humanity"
Saturday, August 7, 2010
“Twelve Twelve”
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Safe & Sound
Sunday, August 1, 2010
“333”
Thursday, July 29, 2010
“Through the Static: Dominion”
&
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
“The King of Bears”
I can crush your hopes and take what I want
You’ll run in fear and I’ll smell it in the air
You’ll cower in fear as I hunt you down
I can move boulders and roar the wilds apart
I’ll bring this whole forest down if I have to
You’ll put your feeble defenses up as I close in but
You can’t harm me because I’m the king of bears!
I’ll shred you with a single swing of my massive arms
I’m the king of bears and I’ll drag you into my lair
You’ll scream in pain as I cook you with my laser eyes
You’ll be so delicious as I tear into your roasting corpse
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
“Snake Prom”
Monday, July 26, 2010
“Five One Five”
Sunday, July 25, 2010
“Gold Hope”
Thursday, July 22, 2010
“The Sculptor”
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
“To Weep Before the Moon”
Thursday, July 15, 2010
"White Knight"
“Juxtapose”
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
“The Last 17 Minutes of My Life”
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
“Unconscious Picture Show”
Saturday, July 10, 2010
“Beehive”
“Don’t Panic!”
Thursday, July 8, 2010
“The Ever Rising Sun”
Sunday, July 4, 2010
“Little Sorrow”
Friday, July 2, 2010
“Tincture”
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
“Lecherous Me”
Saturday, June 26, 2010
“Sunshine, Shores, Transcendence”
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
“Anchors Aweigh Ye Lonesome”
Saturday, June 19, 2010
“Among The Feathers”
Thursday, June 17, 2010
“Metamorphosis 47% Complete”
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
“Burning Down Your White Flag”
Monday, June 14, 2010
“Meta-Ghost: The Unwavering Saint”
Saturday, June 12, 2010
“Birthed In Oil”
Friday, June 11, 2010
“Royal Ghost: The Age of Crimson”
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
“OF Fury & Fortune”
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
“Mourn, Phantasmal Shore”
Saturday, June 5, 2010
“Sonnet to Your Defeat”
“Anathema On High”
“Everything Around Beauty Is Made Ugly”
Thursday, June 3, 2010
“Vile Rose: The Human Heartache”
"Black Holiday"
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
“Ascension One-Twenty”
Sunday, May 30, 2010
“Transfixed”
Friday, May 28, 2010
“Through the Static 90%”
“The Moth’s Shell”
Thursday, May 27, 2010
"Under A Lovely Sky" [From The Vault] + "Under An Unsightly Sky" [Corruption]
“Famine Among The Beasts”
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
“Hu(maN)”
And after so long, I become my own agony
That awkward glance, that unstable dance…
With the flame
Now I know how it feels to be wrong
Here I stand before my reflection, angry at what I see before me
Sick to my stomach, the very same beast that hurt me
You can’t force it; you can’t force your heart into beating
(I think I lost control now it’s taking its toll)
Nobody wants to have to say those words
So long I’ve been hearing them
So damn sick to hear myself say them
Not even this shattering mirror can fathom
My atrocities compel me as I spill my guts
Oh, fire, take me.
Now I know how it feels to be wrong
Monday, May 24, 2010
“Idle Stars”
Sunday, May 23, 2010
“Hanging on to Frayed Rope”
Friday, May 21, 2010
“Inhale Provocative; Exhale Sedative”
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
“Mimic”
“Wear Your Teeth”
Tonight is the night my skin’s on tight
With a digital arrangement of letters and punctual marks
I’m envious of myself for once and not those circuitry sharks
Wireframe, I’m afraid I’m the one to blame for your vacuity
With starved stomachs and feeble minds, proceed with acuity
Tonight is the night I will be all right
Like the sound of a dancing blade across a wooden table top
Underneath the noise encrusted room, her heart will stop
A brass button falls off of her dress and rolls under the closet door
His glass full of ice and a faint trace of whiskey, the night she’ll abhor
Tonight is the night I don’t suffer blight
Alas, sorrow parts and the sun decided to show it’d freakish face
Two nervous fingers thinking thoughts unclean as they caress her lace
That dress becomes the enemy as her body goes straight to his head
Radio waves shall mitigate the memories of which were painted deep red
Tonight is the night I can see your light
I’d wear my heart on my sleeve but it would be a bloody mess
Crimson agony flowing, interrupted as if unholy as we transgress
His anger would only lead to misanthrope, said the man in business attire
White-scarred knuckles against the table as he rose up and caught on fire
Monday, May 17, 2010
“Foolish Heart”
“…Hate Leads To Suffering”
Sunday, May 9, 2010
“Heart Attack Homing Missile”
Thursday, May 6, 2010
“Winged Fever” [From the Vault]
2007 again. Some of it fits the here and now, I think.
I called her sweet number
To form a disease from down under
A cure for my fierce jubilee
These pills won’t come for free
Do you like these iron fists
In your mouth when I’m pissed
Lightning will take our heads
When we run from the feds
Your skull is going to fall out
So tell me what this is about
There’s a beast in your face
Tearing you apart in place
Intestines like rain drops
And the beeping finally stops
Catching her with some stud
This phone call’s all covered in blood
Piano keys and dying trees.
Guitar strings for wedding rings.
Your face is much prettier
Fleshless without exterior
Can you hear the birds scream
For the lucid chainsaw dream
From poverty to tax on property
Your heart’s on fish hooks probably
Eaten away by bloodthirsty rats and mice
I’ll tear away the vice president’s vice
A leather whip taken to an attorney
You’ll find your bones on this journey
Through solace and infinite destruction
I’m bonding with a lost connection
“Worldless” [From the Vault]
2007, baby. I love how this one flows and it's simplicity is entertaining.
Colors dressed in black
Depressing, growing weak
Overcoming, stunning eyes
Converting everything back
Careful dreams perfecting
Toxic imagination waning
Elusive thoughts in motion
Tangled veins contorting
Nullifying concrete skies
Becoming younger yet
Devoting a bleeding mind
Forever is bound to wrists
“Up Above All That Has Consumed Me” [From the Vault]
Written in 2008... Odd how I feel exactly the same in my current situation as I did two years ago.
Needles’ point, stealing these memories
Numbing up, from the limbs up finally
Stop caring, stop hurting, and just take it all in
I shall mold my mind and leave friends behind
Like an escaping hand slipping under a seal
Crescent moon, save me a seat up in the sky
Have all the bad dreams finally left me?
Beaten, shattered hopes of renewal fade
A gentle mist and new eyes for tomorrow
“Through the Static”
Monday, May 3, 2010
"Deceased Feast" [From the Vault]
I thought this one was pretty funny and it has some nice rhymes. It's from a mini series of poems I wrote about certain types of people missing the one thing they need most.
"Deceased Feast"
Oh hallowed be thy name
When they finish playing this game
And discover the final note
They’ll push the buttons on the remote
So stars will eat streetlamps
And zombies will aspire for dirty tramps
To summon the evil presence
That calls forth the silence
From my toy box to my death bed
Searching for a new head
Crumbling under the weight
Of an outlandish first date
Feeding upon human gelatin
Uniting the army of skeletons
To burn witches at the stake
And bury girls under lakes
Straying far from the great steeple
They devour all the innocent people
Thus trading entrails become habitual
Under the bloody sheets of this ritual
[The Lustful One deprived of self-control]