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A Wishful Spring

March 31, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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When you look into the night sky I can see something shining,

As if the stars are looking back and actually smiling

At your long golden hair, and on this spring night

A pleasant smile you share

Because no one comes close, at least not by little

For you are one of a kind, like a flower’s first petal 

You bloom with the sun and soak up the rain

You send my heart miles high and destroy my disdain

If a flower, so subtle, can cure me so well.

why must you leave when my heart starts to swell?

Still Winter passes by and Spring will come soon.

Then again the subtle flower will bloom

Though, if only Spring began when Winter howls,

The flowers of spring would be tall as towers.

Seasons are not eternal, they soon become our past.

Yet every moment with you will forever last. 

Ry Ry’s Song By GlassJaw

March 31, 2013
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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This song had a fun and special meaning to me. It was fun because my buddy Ryan AKA RyRy, loved the song when I played it for him and asked what the name was. I said it is RyRy’s song; and he shouts “Oh shit! That’s funny ’cause my cousins call me RyRy. And that was fucking good dude. ” And special I guess because it “transcends all physical limits” as Murs may say. Enjoy!

Yeah, 1, 2,
2, 1, fight, choke

There’s a woman sitting in a motel room
counting minutes and she’s
adding to her list of one hour loves.
She’s tired and the new addition will do
She’ll replace the body,
his friends are good for bang-bang

An amiable hobby,
she’s got a secret.
Just keep it and sleep with.

And he can’t believe a thing you’ve said.
We’re going nowhere
and fair is fair.
And he can’t believe a damn thing you said.
We’re going nowhere,
and fair is fair.
The way you play with lives
is such a big disguise
we swear that
we’re not gonna’ take it under.
The way you play with lives is
such a big disguise
we swear
we’re not running naked.

There’s a man who’s sitting in a motel
waiting for a hooker that he never applied for
is it even her?
and he can’t believe a damn thing you’ve said.
We’re going nowhere
and fair is fair.

fight, choke!

The way you play with lives is such a big disguise
we swear that we’re not gonna’ take it no more.
The way you fucked his life
is such a big disguise
we swear
we’re not running naked.

Just when it’s perfect
it’s finite, he calls it
you said it’s over,
it’s over so long.
Just when it’s perfect
it’s finite he calls it.
You said it’s over
It’s over, so long.

The way you play with lives is such a big disguise
we swear that we’re not gonna’ take it no more.
The way you fucked his life
is such a big disguise
we swear
we’re not running naked.

He would stay forever
just to say he saw you leave.
And maybe things wouldn’t be this way.
he would stay forever.
Just to say he saw you on your knees.

I burn the lamp
WHen I burn when I do I do
Everything I do for you.
But he hates you, hates you
And I guess it’s nothing new for you…

Good VS Evil: Part 2 The Role Reversals

March 30, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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(So, dear child

Tell me what it is

you so resent?)

You are just an infestation;

A ghoulish soul I must repent!

You reap what others sew

Your ploys, caddish distractions

To enforce a fatal blow!

(Oh haha, How foolish you are

To think I’d bare your skin

A festering scar.

I’ve saved your life you know?

Remember those nights

Out on your “Lonely Road”?

You would rev to the limit

Put your conscious on hold.

But it was I who hit the brakes

Before the bend swallowed you whole!)

You had no RIGHT!

It was MY destiny to unfold

Be it high-speed mutilation

Or bottled scripts on hold

It was mine to decide

Not your hand to fold!

(Be that as it may

You speak no sense today

You cry for love, though

One cannot love

Beyond a hallowed grave

I gave you new life,

Your soul I fucking saved!

Now you accuse me of scrutiny? 

That I have misbehaved?!)

I, I, I, I don’t know what to say

Rewind to Better Times

March 29, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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I have decided to try and lighten the mood on my blog by posting one of my older poems. You know, those days when “love” didn’t seem so far out of reach. I hope you all enjoy! 🙂

I lose my mind with sea-green eyes glaring back at me

Lost in your gaze, I am simply amazed with this girl I see.

Feeling the beat of my heart rip my chest apart

It’s what you do to me

You make wrong feel so right.

Let us light the way; we can set the world afire.

Darling, we can talk all night. Speak of our desires.

Or you can show me the way

Skip to the best part

Show me this love I’ve been missing;

Play it back from the start. 

Good VS Evil: Part 1

March 29, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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She’s so unbelievable.
I get chills just from her breath
(You fool she’s a GOD!
You are not worthy
Of her breast!)
 
I long for her caress.
Though, why wait?
(You lack a spine,
She craves a man
Not swine!)
 
Watch your tongue!
I am a part of this soul
Too.
You cannot overrule
A lover’s quarrel
For you lack compassion
Let’s not even start,
On your lack of morals.
 
(I am logic, you
Feign creation.
Now tell me who,
Lacks motivation?)
 
Love is all I require
It far outweighs your
Dictatorial desire.
It silences your call,
That is what you fear.
Ignored by your own captive
after screaming in his ear!
 
(You lie!)
Oh dear, is that a fly buzzing near?
(I’ll be back…)

And I’ll Go Nowhere…

March 26, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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I asked for her hand in this dance, she refused. Now, what am I to do but mourn the loss of her warmth in my life? The bliss she brought with a kiss and the scent of her hair waving in the air; wafting aromas only heaven could posses.

———-

It’s like a car crash killing your best friend in an instant. Never knowing what went wrong. Asking yourself ” could i have taken a different road? Is this how it’s meant to end?”. Nothing but the wreckage is left. Her last goodbye still ringing in my head.

 ———-

She took her exit stage left with a quickness. They tell me “move on” but I’m glued to my seat, floored for an encore. Because forgetting the unrelenting cry is more than just a task; it prefers ‘shine in a flask until i’m face down, just an undercover lover in the background.

 ———-

Hiding my shame in this never ending game of blame, it torments me. Mind like a tennis court, back and fourth between the truth and pale blue eyes. An opponent who no longer exists, still longs for my demise.

Just Friends: a slow death

March 26, 2013
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Heart beat’s racing faster
Staring at my “Angel Eyes”, it
Sets my mind up for disaster.
Wishing I could run for miles.
Still I stepped into her limelight;
Waging war on love I’d never won.
Wishing I could run.
———-
Instead I find those emerald eyes
Glaring, until this pain subsides
Knowing this could never last
I kneel down and take her hand;
I can’t stay, “just friends”
It’s not the way I wished “us” to end
I don’t need a friend
———-
I can’t take the way he makes you feel.
Breaking a heart that never heals
From burns his words have made;
Turning to scars that never fade.
While I pick up the only pieces left
Like an obedient love-struck slave.
Never misbehaved.
No more than a maid.
———-
Not knowing why I wasn’t enough
Consumed the hope I’d never lost
From compliments you’ve made
To looks you swore you never gave
Your poison sunk into my veins
Lacing this knot in my blackened heart
Still hung by strings you conduct.
———-
 Sure I swore I’d always love you;
But this feeling’s fading fast
No longer is it enough to say “I do”.
A phrase I know to be overused.
The truth comes in a flash.
Four years of friendship, fades to black.
———-
But girl you know I tried.
I laid my heart across the line.
Still  it’s not enough.
Ran outta luck.
It’s not enough.
The last petal’s plucked;
She loves me not.

Ghost Man on Third

March 22, 2013
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Again, these dreams they haunt me

This familiar sense of being led astray;
urging the one you love to love another.
Just digging the knife deeper
to an everlasting slumber.

Wake up, cold sweat, I wonder…
If it you I’m laying with?
Oh no, looks like that herb has
Given me more than just a kick.

Now let’s get down to business,
I’ll be your witness
Close the blinds, turn on the lights.
our fans are waiting for us
To continue this fight

Now it’s two men down,
One more to go;
In this game you love to play.
The game of never give
And always take.

Yeah It’s the bottom of the 9th girl.
And we are out of options.
You have everything to lose.
For me all I had was you.

Now there’s nothing where
A fire burned before.
Just the ashes of a letter
With the signature forged.

Give it your best shot,
And don’t aim for my heart heart.
I guarantee you wouldn’t come close
It was never there from the start.

I learned to let it go when
All it did was take your side.
It couldn’t prove its worth
When you left me to die.

Though don’t think I’m stalling,
I’m braced and ready.
After all this is not a solo show,
But a game played by many.

Still if it makes you happy
I will take the fall.
So you can go pro
And home I will crawl.

 

If Time Stood Still

March 20, 2013
Creative Writing
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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
Creative Writing
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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.

—

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.

—

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.