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]