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The Puppet Show

March 20, 2013
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Love has no expiration date
yet you stamp one regardless
You mix the feeling with hate
And fail to keep it harnessed
Blame the one you love
Or dont love at all
Seems to be the way you run
Love in the shape of a gun
You shot me just for fun!

you run them into the ground
You push them then wonder “how?”
Now let me explain
Your love means nothing!
With you its just pain!

(A pain you must refrain)
(If you want to take a ride)

I tried to let you know
You never listened
Caught in your own thoughts
Well mine were on a mission
Still I’ll feel sorrow
For the next man you borrow
with your Green eyes, inviting thighs
Lips that could Make an angel try
We never stood a chance
Trapped in a false prophet trance

At least he wont worry long
you’ll toss em out when he “does you wrong”
Then its on to another
Maybe his FUCKING twin brother!
After all any man is good for “bang bang”
Even ones with the same name
you can testify to that
I’ll pick a name out of my hat!

Now dont get me wrong
Im no perfect soul, though
I’d still try to make you smile
In my mind you’re running wild
All has lead me down the path
To internal virulent wrath
None which can be overturned
When will you ever learn?!

Tell me yes or no
Did he really have to go?
yes or no?!
what affection have you shown?!
“None” is the answer we all know
Just incase I’ll ask the one you blow
On second thought, I’ll wait
Soon enough he will know!
When he curdles like the milk you throw
You know his time is over
When the words he speaks grow mold
Is it time you let him go?
Take initiative, and end this puppet show

If Time Stood Still

March 20, 2013
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If time stood still your first kiss could last forever. Arms wrapped around each other with the aromas of both bonding like hearts do when lover’s lips touch for the first time. The glow of her smile would never dull, the softness of her skin would never fold. Her bright green eyes would beam at night. And his flowing words would forever be heard. If only time stood still.

Love’s Last Hurrah

March 18, 2013
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My heart knows not days, weeks, months or years.

It knows not the sub-zero Winter or the gale winds of Fall.

It knows not the pleasantry brought by another’s call.

It knows not the twilight before the darkness of night.

Nor the Rooster’s cry when sensed the sun’s faintest light.

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It only knows of the warmth her porcelain skin emanates.

It only knows of the swift step in her royal gait.

It only knows of the smile that shatters inhibitions.

And of Cupid’s arrow, flying true to its mission;

urging miles traversed, only love could coerce.

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All conscious moments lay still in a last embrace.

The scent of her hair, the glow in her eyes,

For nothing since has given reason to rise.

What to do?

March 18, 2013
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I’d sell my soul to the devil just for a day when I don’t feel so hopeless and gray. If it meant I’d find a lover, I’ll sign the dotted line. Just take the pain away, if only for a day, and you can have my soul, to hell and damnation I’ll happily go. Just let me rest my lips, one last time, my final kiss, the fireworks, the heavenly bliss, before my final day. To hell and damnation! If it’s the only way.

The Resurrection of my Dark Passenger

March 15, 2013
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Since the Dexter series began in 2006, I was fascinated with the “Dark Passenger” concept and I wrote my own poem to reflect the battles I’ve had with my own “Dark Passenger”. Albeit without the murderous tendencies of Dexter in the actual series. I hope you all enjoy.

EDIT: In order to give credit when credit is due, I must also commend GlassJaw (Band) for inspiring me to write about my “Dark Passenger” in this light. If you listen to some of their music; you will see what I mean. 🙂

I’m dead you’re fed get out of my head!
How did you even get in?!
I was fine before you
Now I can never go back

You took the first shot
Injected your poison with urgency
My limbs they seize
Lips speaking of sin
Dark passenger resurrection 

(I was fine, now I pine my time)
(pine it away with a quick line)
(Take my tequilla with no lime)
(This time is mine to pine)
(for whatever time is left of mine)

This ghost I thought was dead
Waits to claim a bounty on my head
Hoofing and snarling
demands to take the reigns
This dark passenger
Returns in your name

Dont you see what you have done?!
You sing the song unsung
Now my soul is taken by another
A soul much darker than your mothers
It laughs at my attempts to pursuade
I try as my memories fade
trapped with one way out
It begs me to never doubt
“This is for the best”
“please take your last breath”
Do you hear Its words?!
“This is for the best!”
The fear it grows
“Take your last breath!”
of dying alone
“It was for the best”
Now my head is laid to rest…

The Drive Home I’d Never Forget

March 15, 2013
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Years have gone by since I needed so bad to let go

My thoughts racing as I drive my ass home

I cant believe its been another night with you blown

I try to turn to my words while being confused by your own

(still cant get this shit straight)

I turned to the one thing always on my side (a puff then a rip… OH ease my mind)

Not much else to do when you are immune to my charm

And getting close to you is like leaping the great wall

An impossible feat; at least I’d give it my all

Yet here I am with my tail between my legs, cutting my losses and limping home

(feeling the need to be so numb, so gone, so blown)

Oh what a beautiful night with a shooting star so bright.

Only to find your face plaguing my mind

I suppose a wish would still make this moment right

A first chance? A second chance? Or to not give a shit anymore?

Option three is tempting, but I’ll wish for a fourth

This star came as a surprise, the same way you came into my life

And every time you come back, you leave without a goodbye

But do you ever think about your actions?

Or the consequences that will ensue?

I do every night when my thoughts find their way to you

But do your thing and push them away, that’s your chosen way

(Take a puff, mind at ease. why does thinking of you make me crazy?!)

 

Toasters and Electricity Don’t Mix Near Water

March 14, 2013
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Am I a fool to dream of normality? Do I wake up every day lurking toward formalities?  Just to say what I  never mean; the dean of all things screened. This thing wrings dry dreams. As long as you scream they tear at your seams until the cries die and the tempest collides…  Leaving a war torn path forcing cads to a toaster-bath, aside their suit and stash, powdered nose; I can’t, Let the passenger inside take the lantern in stride or face judgment in HIS eyes; a coward’s demise.

Delusional Desire

March 13, 2013
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The demon stowed amidst angel wings,

Flaunts an unaffected gait, treading o’er embers of her kings.

Her smile, a fallacy of warmth. Her kiss, a hollow oath.

Though she speaks of a sage, a martyrdom she sculpts;

Feigning love and desire, yet in her own heart, never raged a fire.

Always of lust, never of love.  Passion for, “None of the above”.

None grand as the blaze which I’ve stoked to life in my own.

And none grand as the infernos doused by her rein of preconceived notions…

SHE  is a temptress with an angelic guise; the inevitable fall from emerald eyes.

Summer Bliss

March 13, 2013
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Today I thought I would expose one of my favorite pieces of writing that I have been slowly working on for about a year. It was first intended to be a song, yet my musical talent is wanting. I guess the only reason I continued writing it was in the hope of one day becoming an overnight vocalist. Alas, this did not happen. So, this brings me to what I really wanted to say…

I have a challenge for all you kind humans of the blogosphere or whatever means were used to view this blog. More particularly the musically inclined sector. I would like YOU to take the lyrics below and make them into something. It doesn’t matter what sort of music you put behind it (although I always imagined Frank Sinatra bellowing the tune in a smoky room) or how you sing it. I would absolutely love to see something made of this. If you want to rework the words to make it more “melodic” go for it.

For me, it doesn’t feel complete in its static form. I want to feel an eargasm from something I helped make. Even though the musical tune will be all you! So please, if these words mean something to you, and you have the ability to do something with them, then I give you full reign. The only thing I ask is credit for penning the lyrics.

I hope someone out there can make it happen. 🙂

Her Forbidden Kiss I can’t resist.

The benefits outweigh the risks.

I’d drive for days and walk through nights;

Just for a lift, from her lips, to new heights.

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Here we sit, on this lazy Summer ‘noon

In the meadow, watchin’ the flowers bloom

And my lips, they croon, a lofty tune

In July, my oh my, this here July.

—

Soon my serenade entangles in the breeze

It carries through languid branches,

hung from sycamore trees

Spreading hope to those still blinded by lust

Lost in translation or failure to trust

—

Oh, the sights these forests reap. 

Surely’d turn you red in the cheek

For lover’s embrace’s no stranger to,

Mother nature’s reach

—

Oh how she melts when our eager lips meet

Knowing mere mortals can shine brighter 

Than the sun she concedes.

—

In the green fields we lay frozen, a moment for eternity

Locked in a gaze, my inhibitions she razed.

But my soul shattered…

—

For soon reality steals the grin from a saint

Her words become stone as “goodbye” escapes rouge lips

I refuse with melancholy eyes. My cries,

fell irrelevant. Here in July.

—

She must be on her way. Her train due back in May.

So why do I die inside? How did I lose my pride,

On that fateful day? When love was in the air.

Dancing merrily to the song my heart did bare.  

You Are Blue Skies

March 12, 2013
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I can’t ignore, the smile you wore.

It breaks the sky

Into a blue heaven every time,

Even if only in my mind.

I know you can’t be here tonight, I won’t fright

I’ll keep my wishes flowing ’till daylight;

Shooting stars, 11:11

Snap the wishbone just to get keep them flowing.

One of them has to catch soon,

They can’t all be lies

Or else what am I fighting for,

if not a chance to be yours?

A chance to show what I can bring to your life

To show you that I can be wrong

and I can be right

Just a human at your service,

to break at will

Or embrace me with the heart I know so well

You are why my skies still hold their hue

With your smile, a troubled sky subsides to blue.