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Last Exit To Dublin 13Motivation through the infliction of mental mutilation
Conspiranoid, mute on repeat android
Incineration of distance traveled, empty steps of barren purpose
Acceptance of rejection of faith, no more than shameless piety and unproven curses
I against all despite the closer kindred allies, the archetype of fairweather spirits, the ghost in every photograph
Existentialist attitude in motion, we are all alone
I carry these words like phantom scars to breathe methodically for the oncoming second quarter, perhaps the conclusive half
Egregious; the operative description of the ostentatious humility on either side
Apathy is the key to success when all besides the few of significance are justified when durably denied
I will be vindicated in death when the biological creator becomes aware of reasons why
They can weep and attempt to crack the mortal coil
I have done so and reverted to the mammalian omega incarnate
Shedding psychological anguish and compassion, bare skin firmly planted on un
An Exercise In Lost MarrowFlashing lights in a city down south
A bitter pill to swallow
Reminders of home
Air pollution from mouth to mouth
Noise pollution irrsistible not to follow
A saddening exercise to write this poem
A cathederal and a complex cab service
Stench of market fish
Oh to graze the sidestreets
Junkies swarming by the riverside may make me nervous
Worthwhile fear is the spice on a long awaited dish
Hungry for a return, resolve soon and immerse myself in eastern heat
Stark Warnings On Her FingernailsThere she was in the splendor of unnatural decay
The shield protecting the truth slippe and the reveal made my jaded heart sway
To the rhythm of heeled steps and side-eye to the promises-promises flock of the undeserving
I bow to no man, king or authority though of her i would take pleasure in innocently serving
Pale skin to accentuate remarkable features
The cosmetic industry follows closely and resembles ravenous, dollar disposing vultures
To pick her brain and begin with her ascent into the now is an honour fit for royalty
Empty pockets but to hold one moment of her ear would be enough to bow down with utmost loyalty
Swearing to meet the horizon is a task for a man of zeal and anticipation of obliteration of misfortune
Alongside a companion of a mysterious air offers the downfall of solo water treading
And for once I may infact stare directly in wonder at the towering moon
Quick to discover that suitors in line collude to lead her astray of the ball
Under spinning lights in the danc
Downside To The UpsideDownside to the upside
The prevalence of a grudge multiplied to signal an uneasy crawl to the top
Biding its time in the bowels of an unholy maker
All tore up between the liberating reversal of an urge steeped in ruthless rancor
and the sadistic presence behind my apprehensive smile: the bone rattler and cogitation shaker
My shoulders are bereft of psychotic rationale, their appearance would blind the naked eye
A single step into the arms of rehabilitation and i drown in their excruciating cry
The sole reason for anarchic endurance is the shame in defeat
A prospect that when uttered delivers waves of agony from damaged cerebral fortitude down to shattered feet
Questions already answered and the route toward apathy directed at the figmental
Is an option i foresee as being treated with ridicule as if every breath from brain to my lips was purely coincidental
Another case of going it alone, to grow is to understand
I am an evil person but an evil person with white knuckles on a scarred ri
CocoonForm an enclosed circle around the loose cannon
And express disbelief that he is set to erupt
Projecting anger on the reflection of inevitable evolution in slow motion
High standards keep me humble, the process of a caterpillar to a majestic butterfly is not wise to interrupt
Or corrupt with ideals that fit a suit and tie, a narrow scope
I belong to the alternative, one step back and an endless charge forward
It gets lonely between the left and right, positive attitudes go door to door in hope
It eventually comes down to the individual, no two are the same
A man plays the game starting as a pawn, the other has but a finger in the family photograph on the mantle in the frame
I will be myself, you will do what you feel is best for you
Ill will is an unnecessary exercise in highlighting your exaggerated failures
Fall, try again, sample a different flavour
So as not to forget what brought me to the dance I drag the corpse of painful memories
On the road to recovery and wherever i choose to
Fourteen LashesFourteen days of lashes, fourteen nights of earned rest
Deprivation of pleasure, body strained and put to the test
The devil in me is hostile and cold
His violations against kin are only a chapter in the story that is soon to be told
Purify this temple, upwards and out
The vast spill is felt solely by me and restrains me from the urge to shout
And curse strangers young and old, devoid of good will
That was me, what comes next is gradual hope in motion through mayhem of the heart that before laid still
Bigger Than MeIt cripples more than just you
A cerebral transfusion from he who suffers to those who watch on in despair
Unsure as to the method or the possibility of the courage in her child
Sleepless nights in a tailspin, she would sacrifice her own sanity to see her child receive due care
And the father is silent as if assured his grown seed would not dare
Or so it seems, on the inside is dread that he can't express
Your siblings try to make a difference, reminisce over photographs of old
It's bigger than me, its wide scope causes an identity crisis and on them I bestow my cancerous distress
Young Enough To Distrust, Old Enough To ActDeliver me the carcass of liberty
So as I can abolish, through the western privelige of inconsequential mutilation,
The constitutional mantra and the flag-bearing anchor on justice and absolute equality
I turn to Carlin, look to Hicks and use Stanhope as an eventual escape from destructive determination
To set the Capital of D.C to london ablaze in the absence of effort from the apathetic majority
I, alone can do nothing except perhaps don the suit of lucifuge and infiltrate the roulette table
Throwing dice for the childrens future under the guise of democracy
They'll bask in shame one morning monthly on a thin line no matter if they're wiling and able
Spare me the accusations of anti-semitism, the belief that I do not weep for the forefathers spilled blood
Excuse for never choking up in the shadow of Old Glory and forgive me, as your God would, for questioning the camouflage
Born in the desert sands only to die as a forgotten patriot in the mud
Democrat and Republican, Tory and Labour
Charly Loves MandyCharly will always love Mandy
The powder couple head to toe in white, indoor sleet in March
They light the streets in the midnight hour
A backhand deal to a satisfied customer, sweaty palms and a tongue parched
Just one sale and you are the toast of a sleepy town
Smoke ran dry and they tire of a nine to five capped off by the stale promise of stale brew
Watered down or cut to talcum texture, the choice is yours
Saturday approaches and they've got their hands on experiences new
You opt for dry mouth, lock-jaw and tackle shrivel
The good loving can be arranged to brighten a Sunday afternoon
And Charly tells you it's like nothing else before
Even a Columbian pro would jump for joy and sing an inaudible tune
And Mandy is Mandy, she is what she is, take her or leave her
A cheap alternative in an economy stuck on pause
A prostitute? She prefers high class escort
And spending quality time with her is the safer bet when worried about the consequence of conservative laws
Cleaner than a boozehou
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
On WritingWrite for today
And like it’s all
That’ll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
‘Don’t make everything said’.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
To just keep
They’ll find a way out.
Don’t write for approval,
That way misery lies.
Poetry can’t be judged,
Not properly –
Write for yourself;
Doesn’t matter if it’s
Good enough for
You’ll never be Shakespeare.
But he’d never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That’s the best
That you can do.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
...You struck a chord in my soul.
Now it rings in my ears,
sweet melody that deafens
screams louder now can't hear it's own
veinte.i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
you are not a dynamic character.
this is not your story.
you are static.
you are static.
this is not your story.
you are not allowed to fly.
i am regressing
i am regressing
i am regressing
(there is no one to talk to anymore because you feel the need to hide away all of your feelings; you don't talk to people because you cannot pretend to be happy with people that know you are not; you can't keep doing this you can't keep doing this; you're killing yourself and you don't even realize it; you're going to explode one day)
Somebody's DaughterLet it out, my dear, goodbye
Breathe relief, i'm gone, tears dry
Never meant, how could i be so blind
Your hollow shell will fill sometime
And i know this cant wait 'til tomorrow
So madly in pain, stricken with sorrow
Squeeze the juice out of life now i'm gone
And your lips move upwards, nothing's wrong
Feel free to dance in the rain and sing our song
And i hope when you enter a room you feel as though you belong
And i know this can't wait until tomorrow
There was no more time that i could beg, steal or borrow
Raise your head from the gutter without me
It's alright, we all have to bleed
Once in awhile you may think of me
Cast it away, that memory is there to sow the seed
No defence, i was far too busy treading water
And i forgot that you were somebody's daughter
Now go eat life like wanted to
Take a bite of the apple and i'll know what you said was true
We'll move on in very different ways
You will ascend and i'll find shelter with the stray's
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