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The Rose Bush

April 30, 2014
Creative Writing, Poetry
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Misplaced affection steals my heart
It hides in a delicate looking bush
Quaint and colorful, full of life
Red, white and green envelope my vision

As I creep closer, I am met with a fragrance
One that drives deep into my senses
A passion one cannot hope to contain
It takes me prisoner, and I hardly struggle.

The closer I get as it reels me in
I see what may be needles in the thicket
And as my hand grasps for a flower
I wince in foolish agony.

For I was mistaken at first glance
This bush hides a terror
Far outweighing its splendor
And I recoil, my hope now razed.

 

Sleep Never Came Easy

October 14, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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What is the point of breathing in,

when a mournful sigh is all that follows,

Tumblers of sparkling gin, a dopamine binge

simply numbs a heart so hollow…

devour the flower until eyelids cower

toward the hours of unconscious slumber

For reveries ne’er dwell in a haze

Induced by malevolent power

No One Gets Out Alive

October 4, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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This is a different take of my old poem “Wishing Well”. As with all of my poetry, they will never be complete until I am six feet under.

Nothing’s changed.

I’m still alien to the term “Love”

It travels on another timeline,

parallel to my own.

Never to intersect or intertwine.

Till death, my bitter heart will remain alone.

Eternity awaits this lonely lover.

Filled to the brim with guilt,

void of compassion

The will to love,

is no longer an oft-thought emotion

I’m stumbling through an open door

A mason’s fairy-tale creation

I’m fumbling through an open door;

My past fortune’s glimmer, gracing

eyes with a life, this soul just wasn’t made for

Yeah I’m tumbling through an open door

End over end

She threw my ass out of an open door

Her laugh accompanies splintering floorboards…

Nope, not a damn, thing’s, changed

Preconceived Notions

August 14, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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So if you think you know me so well

Just say the word, send me to hell

I’ll say hello to your “one hour loves”

At least they had your hand at once

 

I just hoped and prayed you would

But God does not exist in worlds

Where love takes the backseat

To your callous words.

 

Yeah just pull that trigger from under my pillow

Watch the life bleed eyes that

Couldn’t look away even if they tried

The neighbors don’t need to hear the blast

 

So press that muzzle as hard as you can

Until the pillow grazes your hand

Let it rip as it sits on my temple *pow*

End the life unknown. 

That lonely road

April 16, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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Yeah I know this road leads no where
But I cant help myself from hangin on
Yeah the medication daily is a ritual
It numbs so I’ll keep hanging on
This road leads no where, and
I cant help but wonder
Whats waiting on the other side
If it found the path
The path to a luminous life…

Rough Landing

April 15, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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In the end I’ll open with

an empty harmony,

a soul-less riff

to show how much

or rather how little

I care for your

enchanted riddles that

keep me up

’till the break of

dawn…

…just another of your

helpless

pawns

fore light cannot shine

on curtains drawn.

Though you,

Strive in the darkness

You live to feed on,

the weak-willed

the “cheap-to-thrill”

with a knockout punch

and legs straddled cowgirl

you’ll roll the lifeless body

down a rocky hill

*splash*

another victim of a siren’s will.

Siren Song

April 14, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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It all sounds like a broken record
When you say that it’s the distance;
No, long distance.
Or did we just grow distant?
Because I have heard this all before
From the mouth of a siren by the shore
Dragging me to the frigid depths
A last caress, to compliment a final breath.

El Mark (The Mark) By GlassJaw

April 10, 2013
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywkklPOBafw

So, with no explanation from Daryl on this song, I am going to at least add what I took away from it…

It seems a lot of the references in here are aimed at governments and their abilities to lie through their fucking teeth while countless others are victims of practically sanctioned massacres.

It paints an image in my head of the many wars in the middle east, and the civil wars of South America and Africa; where outside influences tend to set-off firestorms (both literally and figuratively) within nations we are claiming to “help”. Just utter chaos with world leaders trying to soften the media blow by making it seem as if it was out of their control.

I could be way off base, and this could just be another hate song towards another hexed lover.

El Mark By GlassJaw

Who the fuck wants to live forever?
Remorse!!!
When you stab me in the back
With your dream.

To keep this body sober
I show my life for all to see..
Do you see me?
Do you see me?!

In a battle the size of my thumb
Always better a fashion show
Than no show at all.

Driving me crazy,
You’re driving me, you’re driving me
You’re driving me crazy,
You’re driving me insane

Be you!
Would it be you?!

And when the runway rovers
Grease back their manes
For our own sake
Do you see me?
Do you see me?

In a battle the size of my thumb
Always better a fashion show
Than no show at all.

Driving me crazy,
You’re driving me, you’re driving me
You’re driving me crazy.
You’re driving me until…

Blue as I write this
You’re marked.
Blue as I write this
Once more

Be you!
Would it be you?!
Be you!
Would it be you?!

Napalm the children
Napalm the children
You’ve got to learn
You’ve got to learn
You won’t believe what you’re not told
You’ve got to feel, what you steal.

Driving me crazy
You’re driving me, you’re driving me
You’re driving me crazy
You driving me into…

Blue as I write this…
For you, Mark.
Blue as I write this
Once more.

Be you!!!
Would it be you?!?!?!
Be you!!!
Would it be you?!?!?!

Motel/Hotel of The White Locust By: GlassJaw

April 9, 2013
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5g45-Fzl588

So here we come to the end of their first album “Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Silence”. This song is half hardcore, and if you stick around to the end, you can hear an added vocal track from Daryl on the piano.

Now, RoadRunner Records were known to add their own shit to GlassJaw’s tracks in an effort to sell more records, but the band didn’t really dig that kind of authority over their work. So that little added bit may have been the devil’s work or hopefully the band intended it to be there because I love it.

This time, Daryl does not elaborate on what the song is about, but I think it is pretty clear he had his heart broken once again by some woman with a chip on her shoulder. My favorite line of all is at the end of the first part of the track before heading into the “hidden track”: “Pack your shit and leave, and take my memories of her with you (I don’t need to know)

Hotel Of The White Locust BY: GlassJaw

Welcome to Hollywood, whore

Wake the fuck up in Hollywood, whore.

My dance has passed.

Combine the throb within the head

With the rhythm of my fucking feet

Say a novena for all those lost.

And read the bloodstains on the sheets.

I’ve whored myself for less than this

And I’ve prayed to appear to be fed.

As I knelt on my pillow God

I clench my fists and banged my head!

Who could ever take the place of me?

Now I kiss up to God, my fists

And I pray to keep my head

Though I like your pretty eyes better blackened

And my fists all fucking red!

Through sickness and health

I’ve kissed up to God, two years.

I have focused on the cameos made by the tiger

In the valley of the locust.

Wipe it off your mouth

Get up off your knees

And make me your God.

It’s sexual debauchery

You cost what you’re worth.

Followed by a boy like this.

Re-ignited by all your visits.

As long as your mouth is shut,

You’ll still be fucking beautiful

Pack your shit and leave,

(I don’t need to know)

and take my memories of her with you

Sub-Zero Summer

April 8, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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My protoplasmic shell sits warm in the Summer sun,

while my soul lies trapped in the frozen tundra.

The two cannot coexist, without negating creation;

resulting in, psychological frustration.

An impasse in the innards of a ruined soul,

between warring generals of Good and Evil.  

Time will not heal, nor will the Summer sun loosen their grasp.

Instead I remind myself of the days we spent together.

Remembering the good, the bad, and everything between.

A tickle of warmth, to break the firing line, a brief reprieve.

Living like a slave to buried memories.

We shined like the brightest stars

even on the darkest of nights.

Yet we never knew when to give up a fight.

I guess this is where I find the light,

or recess into the shadow-less night. 

love… will I ever get you right?