Transpose, or stop your life.

Selfless sense, since my creation;
Averted disaster, mindful elation.

Still quite the pessimist
Though I’ve tried to push aside,
All those times that I would hide
Buried down, deep inside.
Repeat the times like crooked rhymes,
Tripping on rungs of a ladder I couldn’t climb.
Those lies fractured spines
Scribbled out my smile lines,
Replaced every memory
Of every word you’ve ever said to me.

For your consideration:

Yeah,
you always played me for a fool
Always busy making plans
With every single one except ‘your man’
Forever Running rampant around town
Your sealed lips make that sound
Yes I can still hear it here —
Six feet underground
Though your light no longer shines like the sun,
No it don’t…

So go on and tell me,
Tell me, what is it that you want to do?
You plead to heaven like it’s your own device,
Curse those demons for all of their advice…
But even god can tell you’re reckless when you
wield
all of those
Priceless lies.

No I’m not just a figment
So please stop pretending
That heartache tendency
Always befriending me
Seething with sympathy
And empathy
Will surely be the death of me
As I’m sprawled across the floor
Will I still be something to adore
Or was it ever real at all?

I’m slowly beginning to feel less concerned about anything at all.

Mystic

Cold feet on concrete,
Feel the wind shift each time our eyes meet.

Peculiar emotions sweep over me;
Swoon like we never have experienced before.

I can feel your heart beat,
As you perform your eloquent tune.
Each strum of the strings
Deliver me a form of zen-like bliss.

Stuff that dreams are made of
Are not supposed to appear in our realities…

You are living proof that is simply not a fact.

Like a siren, your voice is seductive…
But never intrusive.

Your words are brutally beautiful
And strike me like an arrow
Into the apple’s core.

I’ve had my eyes fixated on you.

Oh how I pine for just one more moment…
Beside you in time.

The world can’t bring us down if we unite;
Together we could change the world,
Or at least find something worth believing in.

You are my faith,
Elegant perfection —
Sealed in a tragedy.

Give me devotion,
Your affection…

And we’ll flee this place

Nothing can stop us.
Nothing can change our hearts….
Beating in solidarity.

Restraint

Silhouette dancer
cast your shadow
Silver tongue poet
let your voice bellow
Up from the hollow
with lustful sorrow
Cup full optimist
waiting for tomorrow

Cross my path
Cross your heart
Die together
Fall apart

So much for the pessimist
So much you’ll surely miss
Cancerous venom spit
in darkness comes a candle lit

Hand in hand
Final flight
Last dance
Fatal night

Bitter ceremony
serenade
Holy matrimony
Cavalcade

Literal consequence
fiction in this chapter
Faulty premonition
Give into my rapture

Wretched letter read
Bitter children fed
Complicated resolution
Final fatal dissolution

Upon the wreckage
you may find your way
Across the valley
To the river Verde

And if your shadow is consumed
By solemn vows
And a desolate moon
Breathe in all this awful lust
Until your body corrodes to dust

Scatter your own ashes
So nothing’s misconstrued
Digging your own grave
To lie into

Subtle lullaby
nimble words
Creep their way
Into my skull

And make this pain
Flee from me
Relieve the ache
my old friend, affliction.

Conceal…
cover up;
Denial
has become…

silence.

Gravitating with your soul
Closer towards indifference,
a veiled form of sincerity;
Clutched inside an open casket.

as martyrs sing psalms,
They wash away the sin
from your lifeless hands…

All the While,
you’re missing moments —
Corroding without a purpose…

all the world knows
this charade is pointless

*

poorly planned execution

tainted wine that’s been diluted

arsenic has never tasted so fine

unplugged the tv and pressed rewind

felt your grip loosen as I lost my grasp

suppose that’s what you get

holding onto the past

"yeah, you’ll be alright so long as you don’t mind

giving me your heart, twisting your spine”

cut right there on the dotted line

said it didn’t cost a penny

but the fee was a dime

reached in my pocket

only to find some old lint

passed it to the teller and said

"It seems I’m spent"

she welcomed me inside

as she opened the doors

"hope you enjoy the ride

and appreciate the show”

compassion and naivety

everything in between

no, it’s not like it was before

discretion and sincerity

"tell me what you really mean"

come back before I chose to ignore

everything I expected

was everything I wanted

placed my back against the wall

vulnerable to every word you’d say

denying the possibility

of being brought back to face

emptiness and loneliness

all the time I was forced to waste

oh “you mean the world to me”,

and “you are my everything”

must not have been enough

for your soul apparently 

so you left and abandoned me

made it seem like some tragedy

just shut your mouth

cause I’ve heard this before…

your words are works 

of despair and fiction

so place your book back on the shelf

no one’s gonna buy it anymore 

charcoal bones

hollowed out souls

no reason they survive

with all their vices and woes

but they do

yeah they do

carrying out their mundane lives

busy complaining about the times

always selling their fiction

televising all those lies

and they do

you know it’s true

true as the ocean is blue

you know they do

and you feed into it all

show a little backbone this time

burn that throne of thorns

take pride in everything

in all that you are

in all that you wish to be

show a little sincerity

drown all your misery

just don’t let it take you with it this time

remember me every time you try and forget

lingering around in misery instead

left with those thoughts up inside of your head

the vision of memories you dread

all the people you wish you never had met

all the letters that were better un-read

every lie that you were ever fed

every single word I’ve said

 

 

every waking moment

every wretched day

every wasted year

 

 

remember me.

 

 

Life.

It can be

anything

you want

it to be.

a scratch on the lense

or a perfect memory.

you can spend all your days

alone in the cold;

or move toward the sun

where it is warm.

you can lie awake all night

and hit snooze all day long;

abandon certainty

rely on no one.

trust in yourself

and just have some fun;

before it all ends

and it’s all said and done.

invasion-of-thoughts asked: Dig your blog a lot man. Thought you should know.

Appreciate it. I just keep it real as much as a white man can.

connive and bribe

your way

into

my soul

commit to nothing

and learn

to

let go

conceal your thoughts

from me

and 

never show

confess that apathy

is all 

you

have known

 

 

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